Even through confusion we found fusion
No need for menus, we both order us
Love of a lifetime, Haley’s Comet
But now...we just living off its’ starry dust
Going through the motions like black hair…
Why has this conditioner harden us?
Proxy---bonded and bounded 2 oxy
Inhaling expletives from exasperation…it carboned us
Man we so far from us
Aliens in our abode, fucking feeling like foreigners-in love
Know the alphabets--not the language--it’s all Greek to me
A stack of words in this pic we painted, but you don’t speak to me
The only reason ya maintaining, cuz you texting them and me
After all these rabbits, monkeys and birds,
I know your faith is fatigued
But you camouflaging me with things from my days at the university
I thought we’d never vanquish, as long as we believed
Damn it’s so hard to sustain when all you see is sea
And you think the world ends, scared of La Niña
Cuz you fear all the niñas, think I’m gonna veer to India
We could discover a new world and eclipse Amerigo
Love conquers all, Cupids nature's imperial
Baby you can both fear it all and be inferior
But you wouldn’t be here at all, if we weren’t superior
It may take a miracle
Either bounce or bounce if ya wit me
...memories only count if ya with me
Recount all the mini-memories
is like accounting for pennies
But then it amounts to a mountain of plenty
reasons we even was, are and will be
Ounces...There’s no many without any
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Texit (JOATMON)
I predicted this would happen, but I still wasn't prepared
Indigently steered in to the wall, and prayed to be spared
Read the revelations from the glass tablet, but I was deafened from the blare
Herald from Seer and heeled by the Sayer
Reared in the womb of her problems
Still neutered off her
Now outgrown the pot of closed doors
But still rooted in her
Tried to detour this runaway train
But still routed to her
Screaming my love through tears that puddle on my screen
But they muted to her
Am I suited for her?
Haute Couture or Tailored
Obscured by the ones from Baylor
I seen the trailer
Wasn't ready for a sequel
The aim was to keep you
So I was game for a reboot
Didn't know I was in the lane for a lame reshoot
Action, Take a zillion
Can't say I hate the persons, but I do hate the feelings
Filled in
Cavity carved the fleeting love of those women
But those are those women
I chose woman, but I knows women
Men go hunting
Women they go fishing
But is it so different
To kill or be caught
They live to be hooked
Ain't lived till I shot
Baby you were gone before you sent that text
Just cuz someone is new doesn't mean they are next...
...options....
....delete message...
...are you sure....
....New Message
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Entrance (JOATMON)
Enter me!
The road from an embryo to an entity
I've lost it all..
Bye virginity
Sayonara divinity
Left with my enemies
Them or me, can't be haunted by their memory
In a Mexican Stand-Off with him, I, and inner me...
Please
Don't be afraid!
Be Amazed!
The maze of a raisin in the sun
The raising of a son placed upon a mom
Who gave chase to her wants and never wafted from the brunt
I was made in a dorm
She never stayed in a dorm
She wasn't too dumb, she was just too young...
And dangerous is what they labeled me
My race so enabling
My color so disabling
Maybe I was born with it or maybe it was Maybeline
All made up-A cover
But it's hard to escape the scene
Reality bites I had to figure out away to dream
Over hungers growl, figure out away to sing
You know a hood nigga always had a way to scheme
Like Nino puffin cigars in the carter hid a way like kings...
Of Princes of Paupers-No visit from papa
But he didn't know he had to visit the bastard
Its hard to write that sentence, the pastor
Told me God's my father
You mean the same dude who is the cause of the Christmas disaster
Unwrapping next months late rent
Both them niggas missing in action
Fathers found in my features made in both likenesses
Never thought I turn on TV and see him, I might as well try the shit
I was scared to meet him, didn't think I was man enough
But he stepped up to the plate taught me about manning up
And down
I been making moves since the OJ Trial News
How he gonna show me how to be me…how to be He?
How to be Me?
Why? Because my mother was paying bills
When I wasn't dodging detention I was avoiding getting killed
What's the problem with me sagging, I ranked number 14?
Where he saw potential I couldn't.
He just wanted more for me
To the world I was just adolescent adder
Where you saw a man, I saw a ladder
I saw a gram, when I saw adult
Trying to support my fam, telling time by my shadow
Silhouettes...
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Married.to.SallieMae
Heisman to Hell (JOATMON)
Ain't no Vicodin for heart ache
p Running with the truth
White Bronco for the car chase
Absence of evidence is the evidence of absence
Sole witness to the presence of my present for they asses
Whats a crime without passion?
Especially when the passion is crime-She's mine Motherfucker!
I bought them panties you ripped off,
Makeup you messed up-You kissed death when you kissed her
Nicole…
I don't remember our first kiss
But I remember last ones, each one a special gift
I knew what I had, but you didn't know that I had it
Stolen by this nigga covered in blood and one of your fake eyelashes
Tragic? Bitch Please! You didn't suffer nan
I am a MotherKiller, instead of a MotherFucker now
You had kids by me, but you don't want a brother now?
Left him dead at the door, and dared him to say he loved her now
Man I wonder who's the owner of this glove I found?
The tragedy is that I gotta live knowing that I failed
For the first time in my life, and I can't let that ship sail
I hope to end up where your eyes land
But now death to me is jail
It all started with a Heisman
It all ended up in Hell
....strike the pose...
...pull the gun away from your head...
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monsters ryanphipps.blogspot.com
He's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
She's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
He's a monster.
Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom
While not royalty,
The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;
...He was merely ignorant.
She's a monster.
The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony
While not apparent in the forward,
The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition
She was the textbook terror.
He's a monster.
He invaded to evade; not to reign
He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,
Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.
He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.
She's a monster.
They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes
Seduced her horror into my heart
Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.
Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath
Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills
He's a monster.
No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures
But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...
...over the reality of things to be-that were
I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!
She's a monster
Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo
A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers
She caused my heart to think and feel for me!
She effected my heart to think and feel only her!
She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!
He's a monster.
The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures
As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,
His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window
Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood
His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction
Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash
She's a monster.
The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun
And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws
Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers
They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies
And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance
He's a monster
And as he lunged towards my me
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
She's a monster.
Roped to her heart hungry stomach,
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
You see I am a monster.
And with the inevitable looking so inviting
Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy
Every predator is prey...to something
....and its feeding time
...eat or get ate...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
She's a monster.
Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But
I can merely state it
In a stasis of pure belief
He's a monster.
Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom
While not royalty,
The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;
...He was merely ignorant.
She's a monster.
The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony
While not apparent in the forward,
The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition
She was the textbook terror.
He's a monster.
He invaded to evade; not to reign
He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,
Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.
He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.
She's a monster.
They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes
Seduced her horror into my heart
Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.
Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath
Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills
He's a monster.
No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures
But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...
...over the reality of things to be-that were
I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!
She's a monster
Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo
A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers
She caused my heart to think and feel for me!
She effected my heart to think and feel only her!
She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!
He's a monster.
The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures
As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,
His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window
Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood
His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction
Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash
She's a monster.
The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun
And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws
Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers
They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies
And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance
He's a monster
And as he lunged towards my me
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
She's a monster.
Roped to her heart hungry stomach,
All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best
I smiled...
You see I am a monster.
And with the inevitable looking so inviting
Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy
Every predator is prey...to something
....and its feeding time
...eat or get ate...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Monday, June 20, 2011
Orenthal's Room
**Phone Rings**Cleaners: We haven't had anyone call for a shirt, when did you take out your dry cleaning?
Last month my name is ..., my girl usually drops it off my customer number is 789
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
Cup full of crown, drinkin staring at your name in cell phone
I should call you and go home
But I know your not alone
This good woman I should try,
someone who can appreciate a good guy
One cup for me is too much
I'm about to call yo ass, pick up...
Fuck that nigga that's eclipsing me
I can taste his toothpaste when you kissin me
Fuck that nigga that's inside you now
He better be with you when it all goes down
(Are you home Right Now?)
I might can't do better but I cant do worst
Where has my woman been lately
I might can't do better but I cant do worst
Ill just prayin waitin on you to get here
Another cup of henny, I don't even drink liquor
I don't care how long it takes you to get here
I don't even miss you no more
Confused between nights and mornings
Cuz the sun isn't important
When your pluto....what you mean im not a planet just granite
hook
I used to be addicted to facebook pimpin and tempted by fucking bitches that I almost had
Disappointment
I never knew I had to make an fucking appointment just to call yo ass
Where is the cake cuz--
This is a party yep this is a party
I hope you brought that nigga cuz this is a party
Thank you for comin cuz noone is leavin
God just lost another angel to his own demon
Wish I could go but ain't no escapin from freedom
--And this was torture
Free Clinic Waiting Room this is torture
Kept away from the snakes in the orchard
But damn eve for Christ shakes your just a whore for
The fruits odor, thats why you inhale, engulf and reorder (Another Please)
Hard stay updated when you fuckin the twitter Orca
Dumb bird tryna keep him at capacity
An Opacity to your insecure voracity
Combat Mortality...Fatality
Like Cano took his heart cuz his had yours
And yours has mine and I had to get first
Why in my dry cleaning did I get that shirt?
hook
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
**Phone Rings**
(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)
The roofs on fire, and the floor too...
I got some more juice... Is there more goose?
I don't wanna take it straight or ill get in some trouble...
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
WTF IS BLACK? #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE (HxRxR)
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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
With a faithless spiritual compass, un-recognizable cultural map, and un-learned racial history, the Black Identity will be un- and in-identifiable.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
#REALTALK WHO ARE WE?!
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.
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
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
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".
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.
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
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.
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.
WE GO TO DO BETTER, BUT WHO THE FUCK IS WE?! #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE
#IMJUSSAYIN
HUEYxRILEYxRUCKUS
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TUMBLR
TRPOETRY
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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
With a faithless spiritual compass, un-recognizable cultural map, and un-learned racial history, the Black Identity will be un- and in-identifiable.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
#REALTALK WHO ARE WE?!
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.
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
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
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".
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.
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
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.
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.
WE GO TO DO BETTER, BUT WHO THE FUCK IS WE?! #KATTWILLIAMSVOICE
#IMJUSSAYIN
HUEYxRILEYxRUCKUS
TRPASTICE
TUMBLR
TRPOETRY
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@trphipps
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
#CasuSTYLE #Fresh2Debt
#CasuSyTle #FRESH2DEBT #CasuSyTle #FRESH2DEBT #CasuSyTle #FRESH2DEBT
Most dudes commit #CasuFOULS when it comes to dressing Casual.
Its not about dressing down doesn't mean lowering your fashion standards nor do you have to be a TRUE
Its about simplicity, layers, contrasting patterns and most importantly SWAGGER!
I mean have you seen the shit @kanyewest rocks?!?!?!?
WATCH MADEA ROCK THIS IN HER/HIS NEXT MOVIE
So Follow these #BASICS and you will never HAVE to smash a #basic chick
JEANS: THE BOTTOMS ARE THE ROOT OF ALL FASHION!
**CHECK OUT THE PREVIOUS POST FOR #SHOEGAMEBASICS
BREECHES GET YOU THE BITCHES 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
I generally rock LEVIS, EXPRESS
***SLIM BOOT CUT JEANS OR DIE IF YOU A GROWN ASS MAN WITH BILLS. ONLY DOUCHES, CELEBRITIES AND CHILDREN ROCK DENIM WITH THEY ASS OUT
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| I think my grand pops was rocking 501s with his #fresh2debt PROCESS! |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vh70uctnUpQ
GREYS are a #must in any wardrobe, they provide you with the ability to coordinate with any color palate with a splash of style, and are always fashionable.
THERE IS A DIFF BETWEEN STYLE AND FASHION!
BLUES are #basics and without a pair, you don't have a life!
TOPS: LAST THING ON, LAST THING OFF, THE FIRST THING PEOPLE SEE
BLACK V NECKS COORDINATE EASILY, STAY CLEAN AND KEEP YOU COOL, BY BOTH DEFINITIONS!!!
I am a JORDAN WHORE, but I always look for CREATIVE Jordan Tees to rock, not just popular ones.
Let a Witty Nike Tees brighten yours and the WORLDS DAY!
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!
OHHHH BUT WAAAIIIIT! EXECUTION is the most important.
Cardigans are not supposed to fit like a BLOUSE nor a STARTER JACKET!
Cardigans are the GENTLEMAN'S JACKET!
I rock VESTS with EVERYTHING! Its a non negotiable, dress up dressing down and keeps the eyes on me.
ACCESSORIES:
SKINNY TIES AND TIE BARS #ALL EVERYTHING
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.
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!
AND THAT MY TWIGGAS IS #CasuSTYLE
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
SHOE GAME BASICS #FRESHTODEBT
#FRESHTODEBT
#SHOEGAMEBASICS
These are #SHOEGAMEBASICS. You can't wear J's all of the time. Get out the DMP box sometimes and get these basic shoes in basic color wheels, to expand your style, swagger and the life of those JORDANS. If I am paying $150+ for some shoes, I'm going to at least get 10 years out of the shoe...until they Re Retro lol.
Classic Nikes are a great way to still have that fashionable look, at a cheaper price. The Royals are very innovative and with jeans give you a very modern and in style shoe, with nostalgic hints.
I am a big proponent of Mids because I wear different colored socks, no socks and don't use lotion on my legs alot. #dontjudge
The only lows I usually cop will be the Sweet Classic Low All Whites because Dude they are SWEEEET!!!
Sperry's are a must, I mean I did go to Baylor, but Minorities please wear them WITH SOCKS. IDK WHY WHITE PEOPLE DON'T LIKE SOCKS?
THE STEVE MADDEN FANTOMS ARE A GREAT CAUSAL SHOE FOR BUTTON UPS AND THEY DON'T EXPEND STYLE. GETS YOU INTO THOSE WACK CLUBS THAT ASK FOR NO TENNIS SHOES.
Everyone will have the Air Max 95s/24-7s/20XXs so try the Nike Trainer SC High OGs in many different colorwheels for that retro athletic look at a cheaper price.
#SHOEGAMEBASICS
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#SHOEGAMEBASICS
These are #SHOEGAMEBASICS. You can't wear J's all of the time. Get out the DMP box sometimes and get these basic shoes in basic color wheels, to expand your style, swagger and the life of those JORDANS. If I am paying $150+ for some shoes, I'm going to at least get 10 years out of the shoe...until they Re Retro lol.
Classic Nikes are a great way to still have that fashionable look, at a cheaper price. The Royals are very innovative and with jeans give you a very modern and in style shoe, with nostalgic hints.
I am a big proponent of Mids because I wear different colored socks, no socks and don't use lotion on my legs alot. #dontjudge
The only lows I usually cop will be the Sweet Classic Low All Whites because Dude they are SWEEEET!!!
Sperry's are a must, I mean I did go to Baylor, but Minorities please wear them WITH SOCKS. IDK WHY WHITE PEOPLE DON'T LIKE SOCKS?
THE STEVE MADDEN FANTOMS ARE A GREAT CAUSAL SHOE FOR BUTTON UPS AND THEY DON'T EXPEND STYLE. GETS YOU INTO THOSE WACK CLUBS THAT ASK FOR NO TENNIS SHOES.
For that same look, the All Black Leather Chuck Lows are perfect. Plus they don't crease like dress shoes.
Everyone will have the Air Max 95s/24-7s/20XXs so try the Nike Trainer SC High OGs in many different colorwheels for that retro athletic look at a cheaper price.
#SHOEGAMEBASICS
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Beautiful Sprout (JOATMON)
We were victims of youth
Suffered from the symptoms of truth
Now to you it was fiction, a dupe
Confused, by the white suit of a love so new
We had the condition of tooth
Armor was enamel
Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer
Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar
Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle
Too bad we were affixed to our ages
On each other we were fixated
In you're eyes I saw my life, and my sunshine in the reflection off your big braces
Our break was hard to fix because we had to skip spaces
Its hard to step up the stairs as a pair when your landings in different stages
And you lie in different places, with different people...placeholders
Replacement players took their glow to shine and takeover
We got drunk of local affection, the long distance made it hard to stay sober
No need for calling or texting, physically connected to others
Became dejected and towards the west we turned our rudders
Even after all these years I still smile when I hear ya name
Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same
What we had was an umbrella of us despite the supercell of doubt
So although it never blossomed it was the most beautiful sprout
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Suffered from the symptoms of truth
Now to you it was fiction, a dupe
Confused, by the white suit of a love so new
We had the condition of tooth
Armor was enamel
Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer
Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar
Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle
Too bad we were affixed to our ages
On each other we were fixated
In you're eyes I saw my life, and my sunshine in the reflection off your big braces
Our break was hard to fix because we had to skip spaces
Its hard to step up the stairs as a pair when your landings in different stages
And you lie in different places, with different people...placeholders
Replacement players took their glow to shine and takeover
We got drunk of local affection, the long distance made it hard to stay sober
No need for calling or texting, physically connected to others
Became dejected and towards the west we turned our rudders
Even after all these years I still smile when I hear ya name
Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same
What we had was an umbrella of us despite the supercell of doubt
So although it never blossomed it was the most beautiful sprout
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Devil in A New Dress (JOATMON)
How you in my rear-view and my windshield?
It’s like a sunny day, with a wind-chill
You just blowing air like a windmill
But you take me there, horseshoes and timb heels
My heart feels likes it’s ran ten hills
Stop for breath looked up and seen a mountain....range
I thought I found a fountain, I found a drain
Cuz she broke my heart, I out here rerouting veins
Connecting them to vages with absent daddies
Vagina Vulture d.b.a Saturday Night Savage
Sunday Morning Vanished
Thanks to my guest, half dressed, mumbling something up in spanish
Te queiro. Te quiero?!? Te quiero! Ay dios!
No me conoces? Donde vives?
I never look up, cuz I know god see this
I aint ashamed, hell he's right here with me
In the club, acting up, he was right there with me
Main reason after Remy I still found that jimmy
I know he's right here, but why is he still right here with me?
I don't deserve it, why aint he deserted?
She did, bounced like it was right before the offering time of service
Goddamn Lucifer, I love ya daughter Lucy
Hot love, but no fire crotch Danny Bonaduce
How she got so many faces and so many races?
How I meet her so many times in so many places?
How she in so many sizes and so many ages?
Don't get her wasted, just point down and ask can you take this?
She, they always reply in the positive
Insecurity modeling, unbottling immaturities swallowing
Don't know if it’s A.I.D.S or aiding cognitive-abilities
But it’s the facility for this soliloquy
Menstruating mentally
I don’t know if stability is in my vicinity
But I know these hours aren’t ours and these minutes aren’t meant to be
So every second is success
Trying to move on, but I see my ex in every club dress
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
WHY WON'T YOU KISS ME BACK? (JOATMON)
Why won't you kiss me back?
The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...
My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...
The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,
Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror
Why won't you say you miss me back?
I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,
But they always miss you...
Your presence should denote your receptive
But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted
I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...
How is your smile a sword and a shield?
I can't take anymore!
I drop to the floor and and kneel
Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame
Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you
The only bit of you that remains....
Why won't you kiss me back?
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...
My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...
The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,
Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror
Why won't you say you miss me back?
I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,
But they always miss you...
Your presence should denote your receptive
But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted
I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...
How is your smile a sword and a shield?
I can't take anymore!
I drop to the floor and and kneel
Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame
Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you
The only bit of you that remains....
Why won't you kiss me back?
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I am the Master P of My Fate (Married.to.SallieMae)
You either slanging crack rock or you've got a wicked jumpshot - Notorious B.I.G
When I was coming up all my heroes where drug dealers, ball players or rappers.
MASTER P WAS SUPERMAN TO US
OH YOU DIDNT KNOW
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.
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!
You neeeeveeeer asked my mama "WHAT?"
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.
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.
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.
WACKA FLOCKA FLAME, who thinks gunshots are lyrics, will probably be way happier in life cuz he achieved his dream....running a whore house full of semi automated weaponry? POW POW POW POW
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.
I will be a PUBLISHED POET.
I will be a ESTABLISHED songwriter.
I will be a TOURING comedian.
I will be the FIRST BLACK AMERICAN PRESIDENT (ANOTHER BLOG FOR ANOTHER DAY)
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
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...
@trphipps
When I was coming up all my heroes where drug dealers, ball players or rappers.
MASTER P WAS SUPERMAN TO US
OH YOU DIDNT KNOW
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.
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!
You neeeeveeeer asked my mama "WHAT?"
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.
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.
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.
WACKA FLOCKA FLAME, who thinks gunshots are lyrics, will probably be way happier in life cuz he achieved his dream....running a whore house full of semi automated weaponry? POW POW POW POW
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.
I will be a PUBLISHED POET.
I will be a ESTABLISHED songwriter.
I will be a TOURING comedian.
I will be the FIRST BLACK AMERICAN PRESIDENT (ANOTHER BLOG FOR ANOTHER DAY)
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
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...
@trphipps
from: http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com
The Last Last (JOATMON)
As we laid there, with our thoughts enveloping the moment
We said nothing.
Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all
This is not the first time
But it would be the last…last time
I grabbed her slender frame and lunged
We said nothing.
Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all
This is not the first time
But it would be the last…last time
I grabbed her slender frame and lunged
Pulling her towards me, pushing me into her
Trying to penetrate those two deep mocha guardians of hers and seize what’s mine!
What she has been holding back for far too long
Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine
Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition
He had her. He has her. But I have her!
An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls
So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...
Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,
Shifting us from neutral to overdrive
He has her, but she is mine.
Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us
Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath
Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice
Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers
With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say
Our lips' link synced our unconscious
And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time
I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer
So anytime you need me, circle back to that night
Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment
Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips
Because I am still right there waiting to have you again
...the last last...lasts
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
What she has been holding back for far too long
Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine
Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition
He had her. He has her. But I have her!
An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls
So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...
Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,
Shifting us from neutral to overdrive
He has her, but she is mine.
Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us
Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath
Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice
Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers
With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say
Our lips' link synced our unconscious
And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time
I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer
So anytime you need me, circle back to that night
Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment
Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips
Because I am still right there waiting to have you again
...the last last...lasts
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Monday, January 17, 2011
Diary of A Broke Black Graduate (Married.to.SallieMae)
Where is my Tyler Perry? Where is my Madea? My Alonzo? #nohomo
It's the longest running unfunny joke sinceDane Cook ...a college degree.
It's a Ponzi Scheme, that's legal...like the government.
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...
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!
SALLIE MAE WAS THE LEPRECHAUN, MORE LIKE THE LEPRECHAUN FROM THE HOOD
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!?
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.
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!!)
Where are our heroes beside behind the counter @ Starbucks?
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!
So currently I am unhappily married to Sallie Mae, but I'm do not want a divorce...I want to be a Widower...
It's the longest running unfunny joke since
It's a Ponzi Scheme, that's legal...like the government.
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...
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!
SALLIE MAE WAS THE LEPRECHAUN, MORE LIKE THE LEPRECHAUN FROM THE HOOD
Just pay me back 6 months after get your Good Job
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!
I WAS BALLING WITH THAT REFUND CHECK! I was even eating the real ramen noodles...Maruchen not that Top Ramen crap.
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!
I WAS BALLING WITH THAT REFUND CHECK! I was even eating the real ramen noodles...Maruchen not that Top Ramen crap.
Pass the hot dogs and hot sauce!
After 4 years...and 3 months of living the life of luxury, 14 year old cars (89 HONDA) bumming and cramming, I graduated!
After 4 years...and 3 months of living the life of luxury, 14 year old cars (89 HONDA) bumming and cramming, I graduated!
I caught the HOLY SHIT IM IN DEBT GHOST!
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
Everyone wants a candidate with job experience...did they not read on my application that I just graduated?
...they definitely didn't read that Ryan Phipps was a Black Man's name..."So YOU're Ryan Phipps?
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
Everyone wants a candidate with job experience...did they not read on my application that I just graduated?
...they definitely didn't read that Ryan Phipps was a Black Man's name..."So YOU're Ryan Phipps?
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!?
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.
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!!)
Where are our heroes beside behind the counter @ Starbucks?
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!
So currently I am unhappily married to Sallie Mae, but I'm do not want a divorce...I want to be a Widower...
I AM GOING TO KILL THAT BITCH LOL
Diary of a Broke Black Graduate...WHAT HOT GRITS CAN'T DO, A GUN WILL!!!
Diary of a Broke Black Graduate...WHAT HOT GRITS CAN'T DO, A GUN WILL!!!
from: http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com
@trphipps
Check Out : http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-and-15th.html
Check Out : http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-and-15th.html
Thursday, January 6, 2011
De(a)f Poetry (JOATMON)
This is not Deaf Poetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
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
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures
This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
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
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures
This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
1st and 15th (JOATMON)
Pulling in thirty K, paying off Sallie Mae
Finding access to success through the alleyways
Thought school was an alley-oop to fair ways in Calloways
But when that galaxy found gravity, fell the facade of fallacy
REALITY
Hourly what the fuck is salary
IDK what salad is feasted on my sorrows to the morrow- devoured me
Got fat off my fears and "coulda been" calories
Never thought I'd be a drone
Never thought I'd be a clone
Single for three years never thought I'd be alone
Graduated highest honors never thought I'd get a loan
Got that refund check how did I ever get along
Fresh crib, fresh whip, stocked fridge with a phone
Cuz I was balling in college, I may never get a home
In heartbreaks hotel and mediocrity's motel
Apartments of Apathy Who Cares, O'Well
Dreams of Pulitzers, Oscars, Grammys and Nobels
The tragedy of imagining...Who Cares, O'Well
So sails my yacht of youth, salutations to my wants
In debt to credit and them bills debit first of the month
....clocking in...
....checking out...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Finding access to success through the alleyways
Thought school was an alley-oop to fair ways in Calloways
But when that galaxy found gravity, fell the facade of fallacy
REALITY
Hourly what the fuck is salary
IDK what salad is feasted on my sorrows to the morrow- devoured me
Got fat off my fears and "coulda been" calories
Never thought I'd be a drone
Never thought I'd be a clone
Single for three years never thought I'd be alone
Graduated highest honors never thought I'd get a loan
Got that refund check how did I ever get along
Fresh crib, fresh whip, stocked fridge with a phone
Cuz I was balling in college, I may never get a home
In heartbreaks hotel and mediocrity's motel
Apartments of Apathy Who Cares, O'Well
Dreams of Pulitzers, Oscars, Grammys and Nobels
The tragedy of imagining...Who Cares, O'Well
So sails my yacht of youth, salutations to my wants
In debt to credit and them bills debit first of the month
....clocking in...
....checking out...
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Monday, December 27, 2010
Long Gone (JOATMON)
You don't know what you feel...
Because you feel who you don't know
You don't know whats real
You just sit back and wait for the truth to show
Yea its gonna bug me for you to go
I can see it all, it happened so quick but its moving slow
The smile, the raise eyed brow, scowl, straight face
You just go out outta danger, thought you were in a safe place
In you i found more potential regret than a thousand men could forget
Never ever thought I'd be checked
You started playing checkers with pieces for chess
I thought I could be the greatest champion of this challenge
But you straight cross me over like when Jordan met Allen
That stumble wont hurt my legacy
but i''ll always wonder the deposits in the accounts that we left of We
Accrue interest of something we'll never see
What was aint what is, what we were will never be
We are what we are you know damn well I could have took you the stars boo
But I aint gonna argue, you was either gonna leave now or leave later
Sister girl, we hatched something that was a gift for the creator
Before our love bird could fly it had to sing its swan song
I was going long, looked around, and you were Long...Gone
...So long
...so lone
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Because you feel who you don't know
You don't know whats real
You just sit back and wait for the truth to show
Yea its gonna bug me for you to go
I can see it all, it happened so quick but its moving slow
The smile, the raise eyed brow, scowl, straight face
You just go out outta danger, thought you were in a safe place
In you i found more potential regret than a thousand men could forget
Never ever thought I'd be checked
You started playing checkers with pieces for chess
I thought I could be the greatest champion of this challenge
But you straight cross me over like when Jordan met Allen
That stumble wont hurt my legacy
but i''ll always wonder the deposits in the accounts that we left of We
Accrue interest of something we'll never see
What was aint what is, what we were will never be
We are what we are you know damn well I could have took you the stars boo
But I aint gonna argue, you was either gonna leave now or leave later
Sister girl, we hatched something that was a gift for the creator
Before our love bird could fly it had to sing its swan song
I was going long, looked around, and you were Long...Gone
...So long
...so lone
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
eriCalifornia (JOATMON)
You took the sunshine away from Texas
...well from me when you took your exit
Cali dreaming became your reality
Living your dreams became my fatality
1 of 3 but really 1 of 1
Exclusive, elusive... 1 of none
Our perfect match was riddled with indecision
On my part, on my heart were still gaps from her incision
I was still bleeding couldn't you see the bandages?
I still needed healing
But you didn't want to wait though
I never thought the miles could be extended between Denton and Waco
Hours became days
We went months without talking even the shade started to fade
We both have put people on the bus
Passengers and Drivers of Broken Heart Anonymous
We like to pretend that it'll happen someday
Some way, one day right now is just a really long Sunday
Who knows if its a vacation
Since us has been vacated, others have tried to make accommodations
But some reason they dont fit
Some reason they dont get
Why they always become formers
My manifest destiny...
Los Angeles, eriCalifornia
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
...well from me when you took your exit
Cali dreaming became your reality
Living your dreams became my fatality
1 of 3 but really 1 of 1
Exclusive, elusive... 1 of none
Our perfect match was riddled with indecision
On my part, on my heart were still gaps from her incision
I was still bleeding couldn't you see the bandages?
I still needed healing
But you didn't want to wait though
I never thought the miles could be extended between Denton and Waco
Hours became days
We went months without talking even the shade started to fade
We both have put people on the bus
Passengers and Drivers of Broken Heart Anonymous
We like to pretend that it'll happen someday
Some way, one day right now is just a really long Sunday
Who knows if its a vacation
Since us has been vacated, others have tried to make accommodations
But some reason they dont fit
Some reason they dont get
Why they always become formers
My manifest destiny...
Los Angeles, eriCalifornia
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Sunday, December 19, 2010
For Jynine (JOATMON)
Alone so for long, I wrote so many poems
So many sad songs, for girls so far so gone
Sung about my nightmares but never bout my dreams
But this right here, this ones for Jynine
I took too long, them other girls were scenes
You missed the Lion, but you’ll be for the fin
We first crossed paths in the Spring
I was on my way out, you were thinking of coming in
All you saw down @ Baylor
That I was some crazy Omega
This was your first scene
I never knew what you could bring
Bing, saw you when ya came down for orientation
I was there helping my self to the future sensations
That’s when we met eyes, which increased my temptation
I rushed home clicked add, and awaited the MS confirmation
Hell yea I found you, baby I was bound too
School was a month a way, my orbit you’d be around soon
I couldn’t wait, I wanted you now boo
Got the number, Tx summer, so we
Up up and away
Talked on the phone all night, texted each other all day
I never knew you steal every scene away
Hook
School started, the pool parted, but it became populated
All the fresh fish, had a nigga discombobulated
I knew I liked what I saw, but I still aint know you
That you was a really a woman, you still aint show boo
I had fell hard once, and recently had been tripped again
Tore love’s ligaments, wasn’t tryin to slip again
So I started to dip again….again….again….and again
I had a gotten away with it, before that year
I had gotten away from them, but not you dear
It seemed, people couldn’t speak my name with out yours
Like Me Rhyan, in 05 when I was in Martin 4th Floor
We came synonymous, like like and feeling
It was so uncommon that I liked that feeling
Even though haven’t yet made to duo
I know well never fall off like Pluto
Hook
Hi…Jy….I
Sorry for making you wait Jy…My
Feelings were always there even if I aint show em
Feelings were always there how didn’t you know know em
My….b, eautiful less than 3 <3
l…o…v……..e
Emoiticon, but nothing is robotic
This smiley has a body, and you put the heart inside it
Hook
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
So many sad songs, for girls so far so gone
Sung about my nightmares but never bout my dreams
But this right here, this ones for Jynine
I took too long, them other girls were scenes
You missed the Lion, but you’ll be for the fin
We first crossed paths in the Spring
I was on my way out, you were thinking of coming in
All you saw down @ Baylor
That I was some crazy Omega
This was your first scene
I never knew what you could bring
Bing, saw you when ya came down for orientation
I was there helping my self to the future sensations
That’s when we met eyes, which increased my temptation
I rushed home clicked add, and awaited the MS confirmation
Hell yea I found you, baby I was bound too
School was a month a way, my orbit you’d be around soon
I couldn’t wait, I wanted you now boo
Got the number, Tx summer, so we
Up up and away
Talked on the phone all night, texted each other all day
I never knew you steal every scene away
Hook
School started, the pool parted, but it became populated
All the fresh fish, had a nigga discombobulated
I knew I liked what I saw, but I still aint know you
That you was a really a woman, you still aint show boo
I had fell hard once, and recently had been tripped again
Tore love’s ligaments, wasn’t tryin to slip again
So I started to dip again….again….again….and again
I had a gotten away with it, before that year
I had gotten away from them, but not you dear
It seemed, people couldn’t speak my name with out yours
Like Me Rhyan, in 05 when I was in Martin 4th Floor
We came synonymous, like like and feeling
It was so uncommon that I liked that feeling
Even though haven’t yet made to duo
I know well never fall off like Pluto
Hook
Hi…Jy….I
Sorry for making you wait Jy…My
Feelings were always there even if I aint show em
Feelings were always there how didn’t you know know em
My….b, eautiful less than 3 <3
l…o…v……..e
Emoiticon, but nothing is robotic
This smiley has a body, and you put the heart inside it
Hook
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
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