tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40601421579990498662023-11-16T04:16:21.681-08:00TRPasticheThe resolution of the revolutions of experiences upon me.TRPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14221329882425849323noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-61138261647768176892012-12-02T22:02:00.001-08:002012-12-02T22:02:21.303-08:00Christopher Columbus (JOATMON)Even through confusion we found fusion<br />
No need for menus, we both order us<br />
Love of a lifetime, Haley’s Comet<br />
But now...we just living off its’ starry dust<br />
Going through the motions like black hair…<br />
Why has this conditioner harden us?<br />
Proxy---bonded and bounded 2 oxy<br />
Inhaling expletives from exasperation…it carboned us<br />
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Man we so far from us<br />
Aliens in our abode, fucking feeling like foreigners-in love<br />
Know the alphabets--not the language--it’s all Greek to me<br />
A stack of words in this pic we painted, but you don’t speak to me<br />
The only reason ya maintaining, cuz you texting them and me<br />
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After all these rabbits, monkeys and birds,<br />
I know your faith is fatigued<br />
But you camouflaging me with things from my days at the university<br />
I thought we’d never vanquish, as long as we believed<br />
Damn it’s so hard to sustain when all you see is sea<br />
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And you think the world ends, scared of La Niña<br />
Cuz you fear all the niñas, think I’m gonna veer to India<br />
We could discover a new world and eclipse Amerigo<br />
Love conquers all, Cupids nature's imperial<br />
Baby you can both fear it all and be inferior<br />
But you wouldn’t be here at all, if we weren’t superior<br />
It may take a miracle<br />
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Either bounce or bounce if ya wit me<br />
...memories only count if ya with me<br />
Recount all the mini-memories
is like accounting for pennies<br />
But then it amounts to a mountain of plenty<br />
reasons we even was, are and will be<br />
Ounces...There’s no many without any<br />
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I predicted this would happen, but I still wasn't prepared </div>
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Indigently steered in to the wall, and prayed to be spared</div>
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Read the revelations from the glass tablet, but I was deafened from the blare</div>
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Herald from Seer and heeled by the Sayer</div>
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Reared in the womb of her problems</div>
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Still neutered off her</div>
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Now outgrown the pot of closed doors</div>
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But still rooted in her</div>
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Tried to detour this runaway train</div>
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But still routed to her</div>
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Screaming my love through tears that puddle on my screen</div>
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But they muted to her</div>
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Am I suited for her?</div>
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Haute Couture or Tailored</div>
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Obscured by the ones from Baylor</div>
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I seen the trailer</div>
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Wasn't ready for a sequel</div>
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The aim was to keep you</div>
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So I was game for a reboot</div>
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Didn't know I was in the lane for a lame reshoot</div>
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Action, Take a zillion</div>
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Can't say I hate the persons, but I do hate the feelings</div>
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Filled in </div>
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Cavity carved the fleeting love of those women</div>
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But those are those women</div>
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I chose woman, but I knows women</div>
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Men go hunting </div>
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Women they go fishing</div>
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But is it so different</div>
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To kill or be caught </div>
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They live to be hooked </div>
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Ain't lived till I shot</div>
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<br /></div>
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Baby you were gone before you sent that text</div>
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Just cuz someone is new doesn't mean they are next...</div>
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...options....</div>
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....delete message...</div>
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...are you sure....</div>
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....New Message</div>
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Enter me! </div>
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The road from an embryo to an entity</div>
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I've lost it all..</div>
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Bye virginity</div>
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Sayonara divinity</div>
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Left with my enemies </div>
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Them or me, can't be haunted by their memory</div>
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In a Mexican Stand-Off with him, I, and inner me...</div>
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<br /></div>
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Please</div>
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Don't be afraid!</div>
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Be Amazed!</div>
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The maze of a raisin in the sun</div>
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The raising of a son placed upon a mom</div>
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Who gave chase to her wants and never wafted from the brunt</div>
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I was made in a dorm</div>
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She never stayed in a dorm</div>
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She wasn't too dumb, she was just too young...</div>
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And dangerous is what they labeled me</div>
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My race so enabling</div>
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My color so disabling</div>
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Maybe I was born with it or maybe it was Maybeline</div>
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All made up-A cover</div>
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But it's hard to escape the scene</div>
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Reality bites I had to figure out away to dream</div>
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Over hungers growl, figure out away to sing</div>
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You know a hood nigga always had a way to scheme</div>
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Like Nino puffin cigars in the carter hid a way like kings...</div>
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<br /></div>
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Of Princes of Paupers-No visit from papa</div>
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But he didn't know he had to visit the bastard</div>
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Its hard to write that sentence, the pastor</div>
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Told me God's my father</div>
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You mean the same dude who is the cause of the Christmas disaster</div>
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Unwrapping next months late rent</div>
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Both them niggas missing in action</div>
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Fathers found in my features made in both likenesses</div>
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Never thought I turn on TV and see him, I might as well try the shit</div>
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I was scared to meet him, didn't think I was man enough</div>
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But he stepped up to the plate taught me about manning up</div>
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And down</div>
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I been making moves since the OJ Trial News</div>
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How he gonna show me how to be me…how to be He?</div>
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How to be Me?</div>
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Why? Because my mother was paying bills</div>
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When I wasn't dodging detention I was avoiding getting killed</div>
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What's the problem with me sagging, I ranked number 14?</div>
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Where he saw potential I couldn't.</div>
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He just wanted more for me</div>
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<br /></div>
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To the world I was just adolescent adder</div>
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Where you saw a man, I saw a ladder</div>
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I saw a gram, when I saw adult</div>
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Trying to support my fam, telling time by my shadow</div>
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Silhouettes...</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-2003727092029087102012-04-25T21:33:00.001-07:002012-04-26T12:12:02.120-07:00Heisman to Hell (JOATMON)<div>
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Ain't no Vicodin for heart ache</div>
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p Running with the truth</div>
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White Bronco for the car chase</div>
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Absence of evidence is the evidence of absence</div>
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Sole witness to the presence of my present for they asses</div>
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<br /></div>
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Whats a crime without passion?</div>
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Especially when the passion is crime-She's mine Motherfucker!</div>
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I bought them panties you ripped off,</div>
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Makeup you messed up-You kissed death when you kissed her</div>
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Nicole…</div>
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I don't remember our first kiss</div>
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But I remember last ones, each one a special gift</div>
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I knew what I had, but you didn't know that I had it</div>
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Stolen by this nigga covered in blood and one of your fake eyelashes</div>
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Tragic? Bitch Please! You didn't suffer nan</div>
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I am a MotherKiller, instead of a MotherFucker now</div>
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You had kids by me, but you don't want a brother now?</div>
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Left him dead at the door, and dared him to say he loved her now</div>
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Man I wonder who's the owner of this glove I found?</div>
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<br /></div>
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The tragedy is that I gotta live knowing that I failed</div>
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For the first time in my life, and I can't let that ship sail</div>
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I hope to end up where your eyes land</div>
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But now death to me is jail</div>
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It all started with a Heisman</div>
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It all ended up in Hell</div>
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....strike the pose...</div>
<div class="p1">
...pull the gun away from your head...</div>
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<br /></div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-28097947508065386942011-07-20T15:32:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:13:29.840-07:00Monsters ryanphipps.blogspot.comHe's a monster.<br />Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But<br />I can merely state it<br />In a stasis of pure belief<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But<br />I can merely state it<br />In a stasis of pure belief<br /><br />He's a monster.<br />Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom<br />While not royalty,<br />The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;<br />...He was merely ignorant.<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony<br />While not apparent in the forward,<br />The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition<br />She was the textbook terror.<br /><br />He's a monster.<br />He invaded to evade; not to reign<br />He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,<br />Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.<br />He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes<br />Seduced her horror into my heart <br />Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.<br />Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath<br />Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills<br /><br />He's a monster.<br />No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures<br />But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...<br />...over the reality of things to be-that were<br />I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!<br /><br />She's a monster<br />Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo<br />A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers<br />She caused my heart to think and feel for me!<br />She effected my heart to think and feel only her!<br />She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!<br /><br />He's a monster.<br />The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures<br />As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,<br />His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window<br />Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood<br />His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction<br />Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun<br />And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws<br />Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers<br />They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies<br />And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance<br /><br />He's a monster<br />And as he lunged towards my me<br />All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best <br />I smiled...<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />Roped to her heart hungry stomach, <br />All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best<br />I smiled...<br /><br />You see I am a monster.<br />And with the inevitable looking so inviting<br />Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy<br />Every predator is prey...to something<br />....and its feeding time<br /><br />...eat or get ate... <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-79329032111228760412011-06-20T01:33:00.000-07:002011-06-20T01:34:25.896-07:00Orenthal's Room<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/simpson/ojsimpson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 335px;" src="http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/simpson/ojsimpson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>**Phone Rings**<br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;">Hello I think I have someones shirt, it was misplaced in my dry cleaning?<br /><br />Cleaners: We haven't had anyone call for a shirt, when did you take out your dry cleaning?<br /><br />Last month my name is ..., my girl usually drops it off my customer number is 789<br /><br />Cleaners: Oh hi Mr. ..., I met your brother he is a funny guy he came in with your wife last month to pick up your dry cleaning</span><br /><br /><br />Cup full of crown, drinkin staring at your name in cell phone<br />I should call you and go home<br />But I know your not alone<br /><br />This good woman I should try,<br />someone who can appreciate a good guy<br />One cup for me is too much<br />I'm about to call yo ass, pick up...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fuck that nigga that's eclipsing me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I can taste his toothpaste when you kissin me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fuck that nigga that's inside you now</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He better be with you when it all goes down</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Are you home Right Now?)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I might can't do better but I cant do worst</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where has my woman been lately</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I might can't do better but I cant do worst</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ill just prayin waitin on you to get here</span><br /><br />Another cup of henny, I don't even drink liquor<br />I don't care how long it takes you to get here<br />I don't even miss you no more<br />Confused between nights and mornings<br />Cuz the sun isn't important<br />When your pluto....what you mean im not a planet just granite<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">hook</span><br /><br />I used to be addicted to facebook pimpin and tempted by fucking bitches that I almost had<br />Disappointment<br />I never knew I had to make an fucking appointment just to call yo ass<br />Where is the cake cuz--<br />This is a party yep this is a party<br />I hope you brought that nigga cuz this is a party<br />Thank you for comin cuz noone is leavin<br />God just lost another angel to his own demon<br />Wish I could go but ain't no escapin from freedom<br />--And this was torture<br />Free Clinic Waiting Room this is torture<br />Kept away from the snakes in the orchard<br />But damn eve for Christ shakes your just a whore for<br />The fruits odor, thats why you inhale, engulf and reorder (Another Please)<br />Hard stay updated when you fuckin the twitter Orca<br />Dumb bird tryna keep him at capacity<br />An Opacity to your insecure voracity<br />Combat Mortality...Fatality<br />Like Cano took his heart cuz his had yours<br />And yours has mine and I had to get first<br />Why in my dry cleaning did I get that shirt?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">hook</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">**Phone Rings**<br />(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)<br />**Phone Rings**<br />(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)<br />**Phone Rings**<br />(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)<br /></span><br /><br />The roofs on fire, and the floor too...<br />I got some more juice... Is there more goose?<br />I don't wanna take it straight or ill get in some trouble...<br /><br />www.twitter.com/trphipps<br />www.facebook.com/trpoetry<br />www.trpastiche.blogspot.comAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-53150954749389531442011-04-26T16:23:00.000-07:002011-04-26T16:26:56.349-07:00WTF IS BLACK? #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE (HxRxR)TWOG FROM HTTP://TWITTER.COM/TRPHIPPS:<br /><br />In 30 years the Black Culture/Experience will be relic and only referenced by Top 100 Radio, Blogsite Archives and blurbs in liberal textbooks #conservativesdontcareaboutblackpeople<br /><br />With a faithless spiritual compass, un-recognizable cultural map, and un-learned racial history, the Black Identity will be un- and in-identifiable.<br /><br />The Black Identity in America has been in a losing war since Integration, The Assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. , the movie The Mack and the 1980s Crack Epidemic/Reganomics.<br /><br />These four events together and overtime has wilted, eroded and eradicated the strong, spiritual, communal and persevering Black-Negro-Colored pride and identity, wrought on the whipped and sunburned backs of slaves kidnapped from Mother Africa. <br /><br />While many aging Civil Rights Leaders, Elders and educated and inspired scholar fight everyday to not only restore it and re-forge it, the Black Identity is losing. With its biggest foe within its own camp, Fighting a war on two fronts, internal & external, has weakened it and led to the tea-ing and the creaming of the coffee.<br /><br />Moreover, The emerging Global Economy has reared Classism. Suburban Black Kids find more equality in Suburban White Kids than Poorer Kids, especially ones who are Black #aintneverplayedHIDEngoGETIT<br /><br />The creaming of the coffee seems to some as a realization of Kings Dream, but the de-Blacking our race had lead to our current delusion concurrent dilution and eventual disillusion<br /><br />#REALTALK WHO ARE WE?!<br /><br />In our pursuit of American happiness we have adopted the Anglo-Saxon value of individualism. Neglecting our tribal/communal instincts/culture as members of the African Diaspora. <br /><br />Why did we let US become I. Unity's power hasn't diminished #greatestweaponever, but OUR lack of understanding US & sacrifice for US has relegated it to scholarship essay prompts and Black History Month fodder<br /> <br />PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA does not evoke the same familiarity that Jesse Jackson does #rootothebruhs, but his lucky struggle to the top is detailed in every NBA/NFL athlete's bio and every platinum #nowadaysgold rappers album<br /><br />Read PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA'S book The Audacity of Hope and then listen to Hov's Reasonable Doubt, they parallel in so many ways. But instead of internalizing both these great stories and conceive "The Audacity of Doubt." Young Black People have bear the illegitimate "Reasonable Hope".<br /><br />The Audacity of Hope to the streets is the Reality of Dope. Dime bags don't beget diamonds, but dying. Suicide, Homicide and Genocide, all at the same time. Same suspects same victims, the news is a deja vu of yesterday and tomorrow.<br /><br />It's sad that I can call another Black Man "Brother" now a days & he reply "I'm sorry you have the wrong person". Yes I do sir, Brother not estranged, but strangers<br /><br />It has even poisoned Africa, the Cradle of Humanity has become the grave of insanity. Most Africans know atleast 3 languages in an social effort to better understand each other. But in a world where only money talks, the canon is currency. And the Dollar Dictatorship has sunk many parts of our beautiful ancestry into a pit of blood, tears, and disease. <br /><br />Our lack of Spiritual Backbone has turned us into invertebrates, wings of fear flying till we fall, because we are unable to step on the foundation of faith.<br /><br />WE GO TO DO BETTER, BUT WHO THE FUCK IS WE?! #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE<br /><br />#IMJUSSAYIN<br /><br /><a href="http://hueyrileyruckus.blogspot.com">HUEYxRILEYxRUCKUS</a><br /><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPASTICE</a><br /><a href="http://trphipps.tumblr.com">TUMBLR</a><br /><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPOETRY</a><br /><a href="http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com">married.to.salliemae</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@trphipps</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-40618950653071555012011-04-20T20:40:00.000-07:002011-04-20T20:41:22.833-07:00#CasuSTYLE #Fresh2Debt<span style="font-family: comic sans MS;"><br />
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Most dudes commit <b>#CasuFOULS </b>when it comes to dressing Casual.<br />
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Its not about dressing down doesn't mean lowering your fashion standards nor do you have to be a TRUE <strike>RELIGION </strike> HERESY <b>DOUCHE</b> <br />
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Its about simplicity, layers, contrasting patterns and most importantly SWAGGER!<br />
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WATCH MADEA ROCK THIS IN HER/HIS NEXT MOVIE<br />
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JEANS: THE BOTTOMS ARE THE ROOT OF ALL FASHION!<br />
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<b>BREECHES GET YOU THE BITCHES</b> and Women notice the style, cut, wear and tear on your jeans. And as stated before you don't have to spend alot to get alot. #FRESH2DEBT<br />
I generally rock LEVIS, EXPRESS <strike>whenthe<b>SALE</b>ison </strike>and my step mom always cops me some Old Navy/Gap Jeans which are also solid and reasonable brands.<br />
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GREYS are a <b>#must</b> in any wardrobe, they provide you with the ability to coordinate with any color palate with a splash of style, and are always fashionable.<b><br />
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BLUES are #basics and without a pair, you don't have a life!<br />
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TOPS: LAST THING ON, LAST THING OFF, THE FIRST THING PEOPLE SEE<br />
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EXPRESS TOPS are my GO2s. There Military shirts are a great fit and are a touch of flare, and the TX8 western shirts have the snap buttons and modernize the ruggedness of the country. You will be doing the Cotton Eyed Joe to Kesha!<br />
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OHHHH BUT WAAAIIIIT! EXECUTION is the most important.<br />
Cardigans are not supposed to fit like a BLOUSE nor a STARTER JACKET!<br />
Cardigans are the GENTLEMAN'S JACKET!<br />
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SKINNY TIES AND TIE BARS #ALL EVERYTHING<br />
Every Modern Man should have skinny ties, you can rock them with the MK2 and the TX8, all the way up, half way up or barely knotted. They provide many flexible style choices depending on occasion, day, and personality, and if needed to run into a semi formal setting, you can fit in, stand out, and still be taken seriously.<br />
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TIE BARS are the new chain to me. Invest in some good metal ones though, the plastic ones, can chip and make you look cheaaaap! Vintage stores have alot of great quality old ones but avoid the ones that make your Tie look like Flavor Flavs Neck!<br />
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Te quiero?!? Te quiero! Ay dios!<br /><br />No me conoces? Donde vives?<br />I never look up, cuz I know god see this<br />I aint ashamed, hell he's right here with me<br />In the club, acting up, he was right there with me<br />Main reason after Remy I still found that jimmy<br />I know he's right here, but why is he still right here with me?<br />I don't deserve it, why aint he deserted?<br />She did, bounced like it was right before the offering time of service<br />Goddamn Lucifer, I love ya daughter Lucy<br />Hot love, but no fire crotch Danny Bonaduce<br />How she got so many faces and so many races?<br />How I meet her so many times in so many places?<br />How she in so many sizes and so many ages?<br />Don't get her wasted, just point down and ask can you take this?<br /><br />She, they always reply in the positive<br />Insecurity modeling, unbottling immaturities swallowing<br />Don't know if it’s A.I.D.S or aiding cognitive-abilities<br />But it’s the facility for this soliloquy<br />Menstruating mentally<br />I don’t know if stability is in my vicinity<br />But I know these hours aren’t ours and these minutes aren’t meant to be<br />So every second is success<br />Trying to move on, but I see my ex in every club dress<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com">Married.to.SallieMae</a><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com"></a><a href="http://trphipps.blogspot.com/">TUMBLR</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-10660762662150192892011-01-25T08:59:00.001-08:002011-01-25T08:59:48.533-08:00WHY WON'T YOU KISS ME BACK? (JOATMON)Why won't you kiss me back?<br />The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...<br />My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...<br />The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,<br />Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror<br /><br />Why won't you say you miss me back?<br />I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,<br />But they always miss you...<br />Your presence should denote your receptive<br />But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted<br />I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...<br /><br />How is your smile a sword and a shield?<br />I can't take anymore!<br />I drop to the floor and and kneel<br />Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame<br />Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you<br />The only bit of you that remains....<br />Why won't you kiss me back?<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com">Married.to.SallieMae</a><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com"></a><a href="http://trphipps.blogspot.com/">TUMBLR</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-49387471482304685282011-01-20T19:32:00.000-08:002011-01-20T19:39:06.422-08:00I am the Master P of My Fate (Married.to.SallieMae)<strong>You either slanging crack rock or you've got a wicked jumpshot - Notorious B.I.G</strong><br /><br /><strong>When I was coming up all my heroes where drug dealers, ball players or rappers.</strong><br /><br /><strong>MASTER P WAS SUPERMAN TO US</strong><br /><br />OH YOU DIDNT KNOW<div><img title="PM" src="http://hoopedia.nba.com/images/2/2b/PercyMillerRaptors.jpg" alt="" width="387" height="512" /><br /><br /><strong>I never knew any Professionals besides my teachers, and they were all white. The only images I had of Black men were on the court, on the mic, or on the corner.</strong><br /><br /><strong>I have been torn most of my life between the streets and school. The only thing that kept me heavy out of the streets was My T Lady's Belt/Switch/Extension Cord/Right Hook/Stone Cold Stunner!</strong><br /><br />You neeeeveeeer asked my mama "WHAT?"</div><div><img title="sc" src="http://www.ring-rap.com/new/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/stonecoldstunner.jpg" alt="" width="456" height="352" /><br /><br /><strong>School was my sidehustle. I always had a hustle going, while hooping and trying to get better @ rapping. Then after my torn ACL, my hoop dreams were crushed.</strong><br /><br /><strong>I attended Mesquite High School and from 2002 - 2005 EVERYONE WAS A RAPPER. Ike Iwu had his own record label SWAT TEAM Records, and our biggest claim to fame was @keketx with her song Debit Card. Fresh off the slam song "Punchlines" I was all ready to go in with music, but School was supposed to be the SURE way.</strong><br /><br /><strong>That was 6 years ago, and the only thing I am currently sure of is that school was a waste of time. I never dreamed to be a lawyer, doctor etc., and unless you accomplish you dreams, all you have is regret.... and 75K in student loans.</strong><br /><br /><strong>WACKA FLOCKA FLAME, who thinks gunshots are lyrics, will probably be way happier in life cuz he achieved his dream....<a href="http://mrsgrapevine.com/2010/12/wacka-flocka-house-raided-prostitution-gucci-mane-arrested-again/">running a whore house full of semi automated weaponry? </a> POW POW POW POW</strong><br /><br /><strong>I am under more debt than my mom has probably earned in 4 years of her life, but she raised three kids, all high school graduates and college educated. So FUCK my wife, I am through living my life for her. And since I am not getting an anullment/divorce anytime to soon, I got to kill that bitch. Its time to get outta my dreams, and get my dreams out.</strong><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">I will be a PUBLISHED POET.</a></strong><br /><strong> I will be a ESTABLISHED songwriter.</strong><br /><strong> I will be a TOURING comedian.</strong><br /><strong> <a href="http://blurpled.blogspot.com/"> I will be the FIRST BLACK AMERICAN PRESIDENT </a>(ANOTHER BLOG FOR ANOTHER DAY)</strong><br /><br /><strong>Master P had a Record Label, Rap Career, Movies, TV show, Sports Management Agency, Clothing Line and much more. At one point he was the richer than Russel Simmons and Sean Combs. He has even paved the way for his son Romeo to have a "successful" "rap" career and blackmail his way on to the USC Trojans basketball squad 0_O</strong><br /><br /><strong>I'm done living my life for my bills, its time to live it for me. Master TRP....I am the Master of my fate, I am the Captain of my soul...</strong><br /><br /><strong>@trphipps</strong><br /><div>from: http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-78186563209556518652011-01-20T19:30:00.000-08:002011-01-21T13:58:15.038-08:00The Last Last (JOATMON)As we laid there, with our thoughts enveloping the moment<br />We said nothing.<br />Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all<br />This is not the first time<br />But it would be the last…last time<br />I grabbed her slender frame and lunged <div>Pulling her towards me, pushing me into her<br /><div>Trying to penetrate those two deep mocha guardians of hers and seize what’s mine!<br />What she has been holding back for far too long<br /><br />Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine<br />Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition<br />He had her. He has her. But I have her!<br />An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls<br />So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...<br />Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,<br />Shifting us from neutral to overdrive<br /><br />He has her, but she is mine.<br />Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us<br />Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath<br />Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice<br />Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers<br />With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say<br />Our lips' link synced our unconscious<br />And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time<br />I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer<br /><br />So anytime you need me, circle back to that night<br />Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment<br />Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips<br />Because I am still right there waiting to have you again<br />...the last last...lasts<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Jack of All Trades...Master of None</span><br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">TRPastiche</span></a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">@TRPhipps</span><br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">TRPoetry</span></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-11032129490047695582011-01-17T11:07:00.000-08:002011-01-17T11:19:17.906-08:00Diary of A Broke Black Graduate (Married.to.SallieMae)Where is my Tyler Perry? Where is my Madea? My Alonzo? <strong>#nohomo</strong><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRfDgnapUAw?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRfDgnapUAw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />It's the longest running unfunny joke since <strong><del><em>Dane Cook</em></del></strong> ...a college degree.<br /><br />It's a Ponzi Scheme, that's legal...like the government.<br /><br />I worked hard to graduate #14 from Mesquite High School (2001 Division 1 5A State Champs!!!) and was told that I could go anywhere. Colleges flooded my inbox, elbowed out my teenage rap dreams(yea yea...)with hope...<br /><br />Hope of getting out of my Ma Dukes house, BUYING her a house, and getting out of poverty. Baylor University was at the end of my scholastic rainbow, but little did I know that the Pot of Gold had a hard bottom, and was BORROWED!<br /><br />SALLIE MAE WAS THE LEPRECHAUN, MORE LIKE THE LEPRECHAUN FROM THE HOOD<div><br /></div><div><img class=" " title="LFH" src="http://blog.reelloop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/dzep191.jpeg" alt="HE WAS SO GANGSTA" width="400" height="273" /><div>Just pay me back 6 months after get your Good Job<br /><br />I avoided #MyWife like the plague, but after tuition was RAISED 7 PERCENT and my scholarship was RAISED 0 PERCENT, I was engaged, and endangered!<br /><br />I WAS BALLING WITH THAT REFUND CHECK! I was even eating the real ramen noodles...Maruchen not that Top Ramen crap.<br /><br /><img class=" " title="ramen" src="http://ballyhooligan.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/ramen-noodles2.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="300" /></div><div>Pass the hot dogs and hot sauce!<br /><br />After 4 years...and 3 months of living the life of luxury, 14 year old cars (89 HONDA) bumming and cramming, I graduated!<br /><br /><img title="grad" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs175.snc1/6576_686922369993_9214519_38887281_8119595_n.jpg" alt="" width="219" height="265" /></div><div>I caught the HOLY SHIT IM IN DEBT GHOST!<br /><br />I hit the job market by storm...in the midst of a ECONOMIC CLUSTERFUCK deemed the recession! It was looking worse than Kat Stacks the morning after with a hangover...ewwww<br /><br />Everyone wants a candidate with job experience...did they not read on my application that I just graduated?<br /><br /><img class=" " title="white" src="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/sb10067721n-002.jpg?v=1&c=IWSAsset&k=2&d=F5B5107058D53DF5E85D97DDA0D1031D489AD63A6A9BC332B620D7CE3BF88BA3668AC900563BC0DD" alt="So YOU're Ryan Phipps???" width="251" height="334" /><br />...they definitely didn't read that Ryan Phipps was a Black Man's name..."So YOU're Ryan Phipps?</div><div><br />Now I'm working for a bank...they same MOFOS THAT I OWE! THE SAME MOFOS THAT CAUSED THE RECESSION, WHICH CAUSED JOBS TO BE SCARCE...AINT THAT A BITCH!?<br /><br />Overeduated, Underpaid...Ive been broke all my life. My mama had the MCI bill in my name. I had bad credit, before I could spell credit.<br /><br />Where are the movies for those in my situation? Where are our 6'4 cross dressing warriors ready to fight for our happiness (GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT!!)<br /><br />Where are our heroes beside behind the counter @ Starbucks?<br /><br />The Bald headed Man from Law and Order is Sallie Mae, the schools are just the Light Skin sidepiece, getting fat and fancy off our money!<br /><br />So currently I am unhappily married to Sallie Mae, but I'm do not want a divorce...I want to be a Widower...<br /><br /><a href="http://marriedtosalliemae.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/gunshootingcliff.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-8" title="gunshootingcliff" src="http://marriedtosalliemae.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/gunshootingcliff.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></div><div><a href="http://marriedtosalliemae.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/gunshootingcliff.jpg"></a>I AM GOING TO KILL THAT BITCH LOL<br /><br />Diary of a Broke Black Graduate...<em>WHAT HOT GRITS CAN'T DO, A GUN WILL!!!</em><br /><br /></div><div>from: http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com</div><div>@trphipps<br />Check Out : <a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-and-15th.html">http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-and-15th.html</a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-55598844176936737102011-01-06T20:05:00.000-08:002011-01-06T21:30:59.979-08:00De(a)f Poetry (JOATMON)This is not Deaf Poetry <br />Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play<br />They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers <br />It is for those who see without seeing<br />But it is not for the blind<br />Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts<br />Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses<br />Not for emphasis, but for synthesis<br />Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...<br />It's stanza-ed it's scripted<br />It's random, it's rhythmic<br />It rhymes, it's written,<br />It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures<br /><br />This is not Def Poetry<br />The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations<br />It's not at all just for audio<br />75 percent of language is inaudible<br />Its Pentecostal<br />So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do<br />No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis<br />You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V<br />My flow is water....colorless<br />A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it<br />This is not Deaf Poetry<br />This is not Def Poetry<br />But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY<br />Yea...this is definitely poetry<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-72258407920737924482010-12-29T22:01:00.001-08:002010-12-29T22:02:04.325-08:001st and 15th (JOATMON)Pulling in thirty K, paying off Sallie Mae<br />Finding access to success through the alleyways<br />Thought school was an alley-oop to fair ways in Calloways<br />But when that galaxy found gravity, fell the facade of fallacy<br />REALITY<br />Hourly what the fuck is salary<br />IDK what salad is feasted on my sorrows to the morrow- devoured me<br />Got fat off my fears and "coulda been" calories<br />Never thought I'd be a drone<br />Never thought I'd be a clone<br />Single for three years never thought I'd be alone<br />Graduated highest honors never thought I'd get a loan<br />Got that refund check how did I ever get along<br />Fresh crib, fresh whip, stocked fridge with a phone<br />Cuz I was balling in college, I may never get a home<br />In heartbreaks hotel and mediocrity's motel<br />Apartments of Apathy Who Cares, O'Well<br />Dreams of Pulitzers, Oscars, Grammys and Nobels<br />The tragedy of imagining...Who Cares, O'Well<br />So sails my yacht of youth, salutations to my wants<br />In debt to credit and them bills debit first of the month<br />....clocking in...<br />....checking out...<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-20429788225194648872010-12-27T20:06:00.001-08:002010-12-27T20:06:46.067-08:00Long Gone (JOATMON)You don't know what you feel...<br />Because you feel who you don't know<br />You don't know whats real<br />You just sit back and wait for the truth to show<br />Yea its gonna bug me for you to go<br />I can see it all, it happened so quick but its moving slow<br />The smile, the raise eyed brow, scowl, straight face<br />You just go out outta danger, thought you were in a safe place<br />In you i found more potential regret than a thousand men could forget<br />Never ever thought I'd be checked<br />You started playing checkers with pieces for chess<br />I thought I could be the greatest champion of this challenge<br />But you straight cross me over like when Jordan met Allen<br />That stumble wont hurt my legacy<br />but i''ll always wonder the deposits in the accounts that we left of We<br />Accrue interest of something we'll never see<br />What was aint what is, what we were will never be<br />We are what we are you know damn well I could have took you the stars boo<br />But I aint gonna argue, you was either gonna leave now or leave later<br />Sister girl, we hatched something that was a gift for the creator<br />Before our love bird could fly it had to sing its swan song<br />I was going long, looked around, and you were Long...Gone<br />...So long<br />...so lone<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-74377849836153298642010-12-21T10:24:00.001-08:002010-12-21T10:33:41.315-08:00eriCalifornia (JOATMON)You took the sunshine away from Texas<br />...well from me when you took your exit<br />Cali dreaming became your reality<br />Living your dreams became my fatality<br />1 of 3 but really 1 of 1 <br />Exclusive, elusive... 1 of none<br /><br />Our perfect match was riddled with indecision<br />On my part, on my heart were still gaps from her incision<br />I was still bleeding couldn't you see the bandages?<br />I still needed healing<br /><br />But you didn't want to wait though<br />I never thought the miles could be extended between Denton and Waco<br />Hours became days<br />We went months without talking even the shade started to fade<br />We both have put people on the bus<br />Passengers and Drivers of Broken Heart Anonymous<br />We like to pretend that it'll happen someday<br />Some way, one day right now is just a really long Sunday<br /><br />Who knows if its a vacation<br />Since us has been vacated, others have tried to make accommodations<br />But some reason they dont fit<br />Some reason they dont get<br />Why they always become formers<br />My manifest destiny...<br />Los Angeles, eriCalifornia<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-80662079468940460712010-12-19T22:45:00.000-08:002010-12-19T22:47:21.693-08:00For Jynine (JOATMON)Alone so for long, I wrote so many poems<br />So many sad songs, for girls so far so gone<br />Sung about my nightmares but never bout my dreams<br />But this right here, this ones for Jynine<br />I took too long, them other girls were scenes<br />You missed the Lion, but you’ll be for the fin<br /><br /><br />We first crossed paths in the Spring<br />I was on my way out, you were thinking of coming in<br />All you saw down @ Baylor<br />That I was some crazy Omega<br />This was your first scene<br />I never knew what you could bring<br />Bing, saw you when ya came down for orientation<br />I was there helping my self to the future sensations<br />That’s when we met eyes, which increased my temptation<br />I rushed home clicked add, and awaited the MS confirmation<br />Hell yea I found you, baby I was bound too<br />School was a month a way, my orbit you’d be around soon<br />I couldn’t wait, I wanted you now boo<br />Got the number, Tx summer, so we<br />Up up and away<br />Talked on the phone all night, texted each other all day<br />I never knew you steal every scene away<br /><br />Hook<br /><br />School started, the pool parted, but it became populated<br />All the fresh fish, had a nigga discombobulated<br />I knew I liked what I saw, but I still aint know you<br />That you was a really a woman, you still aint show boo<br />I had fell hard once, and recently had been tripped again<br />Tore love’s ligaments, wasn’t tryin to slip again<br />So I started to dip again….again….again….and again<br />I had a gotten away with it, before that year<br />I had gotten away from them, but not you dear<br />It seemed, people couldn’t speak my name with out yours<br />Like Me Rhyan, in 05 when I was in Martin 4th Floor<br />We came synonymous, like like and feeling<br />It was so uncommon that I liked that feeling<br />Even though haven’t yet made to duo<br />I know well never fall off like Pluto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hook<br /><br />Hi…Jy….I<br />Sorry for making you wait Jy…My<br />Feelings were always there even if I aint show em<br />Feelings were always there how didn’t you know know em<br />My….b, eautiful less than 3 <3<br />l…o…v……..e<br />Emoiticon, but nothing is robotic<br />This smiley has a body, and you put the heart inside it<br /><br /><br />Hook<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-27495277823064673382010-12-19T22:31:00.000-08:002010-12-19T22:33:48.931-08:00NATURAL DISASTER (JOATMON)I am hip hop's petro<br />The oil is the ghetto <br />The beat is a Citgo-The central<br />Nevous system is angst and aggression<br />Thanks Mr. Reagen and thank the depression-Digestion<br />People's lives look inside its intestines<br />See Tyrone, Julio, Thien, and Preston<br /><br />One hand on the the trigger, one hand on the figures<br />One hand on the liquor, one hand on the swisher<br />One hand on the wheel, one hand out the window<br />Four Fingers Down, to the world of hating ass niggas<br />One Foot in Jordans, One foot in gators<br />Both legs on the court, but two different spectators<br />Judge, jury defendant and bailiff<br />Coach, referee, fans and players<br /><br />Eyes in the apartments, tears flood the pavement<br />Potholes are the pools and its such an odd placement<br />Cant no one swim, so when they drown there is noone to save them<br />Dreams and miracles are on time bill payments<br /><br />Everyone wants a loaf but they fighting over crumbs<br />So they toast brains for grains, aint got enough for the crust of the bun<br />Son! Its son's are sons of sons<br />Sons of a Bitches and Son of a guns<br />Believe more in the son of sam then the son of Lamb<br />But best believe they hit they knees when He comes again<br />He used syringes to teeth when his teeth were coming in-Stumbling<br />First steps over pots and pans<br />Pails full of banking soda, crack rocks in its box of sand<br />Drop the hand Mr. DJ, scratch and fade<br />If you dont wanna wipe out then catch the wave<br />Hip Hops at high tide, yet still cresting and forming<br />So if you thought the storm was a problem <br />I'm a fucking Tsunami<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-41485990789317268752010-11-22T07:02:00.001-08:002010-11-22T07:02:35.528-08:00Anchor (Free Write) (JOATMON)What you think I aint know?<br />You thought you had me fooled<br />With all the sex and food, you thought you had me fueled<br />But after my Ex I went green<br />So my power is solar<br />But you weren’t shining on me<br />Eclipsed my heart...it was over<br />I stayed mostly because I was afraid<br />For another disappointment<br />Seems me and love can never meet up<br />Just a bunch of missed appointments<br />Should I give my heart condolence?<br />Or keep taken these empty Trojans as consoling<br />Me and my conscious had a conference<br />You should have heard the all the mean comments<br />Thinking I should just give up<br />And be happy with empty boxes of condoms<br />But theses boxes of randoms<br />Belong @ the garage sale<br />My trash is someone's treasure<br />How ever they just garbage here<br />Maybe I am just seeing the mirage still<br />I do wear glasses<br />Am I victimized cuz I'm astigmaztized<br />Young Harry potter no magic<br />Lighting bolt, no voldermort<br />I am the answer to toms riddle<br />But I can’t kill my self<br />I’ve tried everything, swords to missiles<br />...you see they always do this<br />Try to play me and make me look foolish<br />Then I try to blame my self, <br />Cuz if something wasn’t wrong they wouldn’t do this<br />They add to my insecurity, but it’s not me <br />It’s them, it's them, it's them, it’s them<br />From Questioning to Confident<br />Every time I kiss these girls goodbye, I know I won’t miss them<br />Can’t be buoyant with a leak, cuz I'll pollute like an oil tanker<br />These hoes are air in my sails<br />But I got the current, so what I really need is an anchorAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-4933908114716405462010-11-03T10:23:00.000-07:002010-11-03T10:24:24.950-07:00You Don't Even Know My Name (JOATMON)I know you...<br />I know your name<br />I know how your eyes dance when the sunlight hits them @ the right angle<br />I know how when you smile, your left one is lower than your right<br />I know how your smile tilts to the left<br />I know you love the Jordan 3s in the original colors<br />I know you were a tomboy before college, so you still walk awkward in heels<br />I know you got a man<br />I know you it hard it was to go to a meeting after he slept with your neo<br />I know you wore sunglasses for weeks straight to cover up the tears and smugged mascara<br />I know you wanted to leave, but doubted you can find better<br />I know you want better<br />I know I'm better<br /><br />But you dont know that...<br />You don't know I wait to see pass by everyday<br />You don't know that we got class in the same building, and I hold the door when you arrive and as you leave<br />You don't know that I slid you those notes in your bag, when you were too heartbroken to pay attention<br />You don't know that I hid that last pair of III's that no one could find, just for you when they released<br />You don't know that I would never treat you wrong<br />You don't know true happiness yet, because you don't know me<br />You don't know the color of my eyes<br />You don't know the sound of my voice<br />Hell...you don't even know my name<br /><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPHIPPS</a><br /><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPOETRY</a><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">JOATMON</a><br /><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPASTICHE</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-45136350622764772252010-11-03T07:17:00.001-07:002010-11-03T07:17:38.686-07:00Fighting With God (JOATMON)I had a fight with God last night.<br />Condescendingly He glared at me, while I knocked back the last corner of Hennessey<br />As the last drop of liquid courage rolled into my bowels, I snapped!<br /><br />I threw the bottle at God and lunged for him…through him<br />Towards the fully loaded glock laying oh so consolingly on my bed<br />Defiantly, I turned around, gun square to my temple, staring God straight in the eyes<br />Laughing as the milliseconds to my fall of freedom tocked<br /><br />As I pulled the trigger, God grabbed my leg, pulling me towards Him<br />The bullet shot past my head into the wall; the gun sailed across the room<br />Anger surged through every cell!<br />I would not be denied this; after all He has denied me!<br /><br />Each lunge for my last opportunity of happiness was futile<br />God knocked me away from it, it away from me<br />But this would be the last time!<br />With a deafening yell, I dove towards the gun, turned and aimed right at His heart…<br />And fired!-Without hesitation or consideration<br /><br />With every shot that rang out, I cried more and more<br />Even if I wanted to let stop, I couldn’t!<br />The gun seemed to meld to my hands<br />And as the last shots echo dissipated, the smoking sword dropped<br /><br />I couldn’t open my eyes and accept my actions<br />Although closed, they leaked like levees<br />I couldn’t even fall on my sword because all of the bullets were gone…<br />I dropped…Yet something, someone one caught me<br />Slowly opening my eyes to discover the witness of my crime, shock engulfed me<br /><br />God was there holding me and I realized<br />It was him who was holding my hands to the gun<br />Ensuring every bullet was gone<br />And he whispered to me: “You can never leave me, For I will never leave you”<br /><br />You see last night I had a fight <span style="font-style: italic;">with </span>God<br />And I won! because you can never lose with God on your team<br /><br />...Fight with Faith...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPHIPPS</a><br /><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPOETRY</a><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">JOATMON</a><br /><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPASTICHE</a><br /><br />Inspired by BMF Gospel Remix "Can't Shoot Through Jesus"<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbyDua2HL90?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbyDua2HL90?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060142157999049866.post-28030251960519132922010-08-03T21:31:00.002-07:002010-08-03T21:32:35.090-07:00Lil' Bit (JOATMON)This is to my Lil' Bit<br />Apart of me you still have a little bit<br />Can't no woman touch, it can't be fiddled with<br />Sometimes in my dreams I can see your silhouette<br />I race to embrace, then wake up with my pillow wet<br />I can feel your head, laying in my chest<br />Wish it wasn't from memory; I'm praying for your best<br />The time we had was short, but moments last forever<br />So in those late nights and early mornings we will live forever<br />Why couldn't we weather, those stupid things that never<br />really can protect you from life's weather?<br />Can't hold you like coat or shield you like an umbrella<br />Selfish motives broke our ties, they the knives that severed<br />Us from us, I was s without u<br />Susceptible to it all, I was less without you<br />I guess I was too hardheaded<br />Ganja being more important than me, I couldn't accept it<br />In you I loaned so much interest, I didn't want to let it<br />Go uncollected-I am unapologetic<br />For wanting the best for you, I know your potential<br />If you made it kinetic, your future is exponential<br />I remember the first time I met you, so eventful<br />Beautiful without the makeup, face full of pimples<br />Hello Kitty kitten with a throwed off mental<br />Hardheaded and rock-hearted from all the bull she been through<br />While I wished things would have worked between us<br />If you didn't want to work it wouldn't have worked between us<br />I'm not happy that in our novel, we only lived the preface<br />But i am elated to know that we even existed<br />I know that the story is waiting for us to script it<br />Pages into chapters, Chapters in to books<br />Volumes of us rising to the bottom of God's foot<br />So this little bit, goes out to my Lil' Bit<br />Big thing in a small package, way more than a little bit...<br />to me....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0