I tell my kids all the time.. "Love is the most
powerful force in the universe" I ask them,
"what won't a person do for love? of
family?, of country?, of God? Die? of
course.. I would die to protect you.. to save
you. and so too would you for your son.
What, in your control, is more powerful than
that?"

My boys are only 11 and 8, so I'm sure that
over the years they will come to me with
answers to those questions.. I'm sure of it..
they'll come.. but until then, they will live with
(and around) that beautiful question. And
they'll be better men just for attempting to
answer.. just for considering the power of love
and the nature of man and the vastness of the
universe..

what is pleasure without displeasure? What is
celebration without cause for celebration?
What is rest without exertion? .. or free-time
without occupied-time? Their is a natural
balance in nature.. you reap what you sow..
you cultivate the land.. you sow the seeds..
you maintain your crops.. the crops grow..
then, finally months later.. you reap the
harvest.. you reap the benefits of all your
hard work. and theres a feeling of
accomplishment that comes over you.. A
feeling of connection to nature.. you gain
something when you walk in stride with the
natural order of things.. so you reap the
harvest and you respect the harvest because
it represents the gift of life and all your
hardwork.. so, you won't waste it.. you won't
take a single bite then leave the rest to rot..
because you worked to hard to get it..

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I'm in a lil' funk
deep in the trenches
of life's sorrowful transition
I've been here before
a time or two
fought my way up
to a positive attitude
...but sometimes
it gets to be too much
when I reach the top
circumstances
knock me back down
to the ground

I'm in a lil' funk
trying to manuever
my way thru
crimson thoughts
&
melancholy blues
hoping the sun
washes away these clouds
of lost inspiration
I thought
I paid my dues
each day is a struggle
to wear a happy smile
to see the light
beyond the horizon
to dream of better dayz

I'm in a lil' funk
my heart is heavy laden
from hardcore personalities

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On July 25th, Chasity Nicole Holland was born at 8:03pm Saturday evening. She weighs
8lbs. 6oz. and 21 inches. She is my first Grandchild, no words can explain the joy, happiness
and pride I felt when I held her in my arms. I relived the first time I held her Father, my son Branden...
it was deja vu, only this time she is God's creation by my son. The legacy of my parents, my Grandparents
and my Great-Grandparents as far back as my lineage extends is visible in her features and I beamed
with pride. To experience my son have his own child is a miracle in itself and I am bless to witness this miracle.
As a Grandparent I must take on the role of a Mother standing by and watching my son
teach, guide and love this little baby girl just as I did him. I will witness the joy, patience, understanding
and at

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Peabody High School

(Alma Mater)

Our Alma Mater, Peabody High
Our thoughts are with you;
And they will never die
We'll stand beside you;
We will never stray
From our Alma Mater
Maroon & Gray

Class of 1977

There are times when we have to face the uncomfortable in order to grow, to achieve, to appreciate the most simplistic understanding that nothing should be taken for granted.

In order to understand where we are going as a people, we need to understand where we have been.


So many of us have forgotten the cost that was paid for our survival, for our civil rights, for the liberties we enjoy today. SO many of us have drop the ball in teaching our children about the PAST, about OUR HISTORY, the ACCOMPLISHMENTS of our people, as well as the TRAGEDIES. In our failure to do so we have groomed a generation of children with a total disrespect for themselves, their elders, our culture and most importantly our very survival. I was born in the late fifties, I grew up at a time when we were still unified, when we were taught to respect our elders, care about the next door neighbor whose child went to bed hungry or didn't have a pair of comfortable shoes or clothes...

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Can I...

induce your mental
with titillating thoughts
of a secret place?
just me, just you
view a hunter's moon
after the stroke of midnight
wade a day
in serene sapphire streams
make love in the mist
of Bassin bleu's waterfalls
then drift asleep
beneath the warmth
of a copper sun

I will...
explore the nature of you
your eyes will see
the beauty in me
thru surrealistic prisms
of love's light

I have ....
seen my future
in glimpses of your smile
patiently waiting
until
the reality of our fate
becomes coporeal to me
you see, I want you
all of you

I adore...
the wisdom of your

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Epip's Anecdotes

THE DRUNKEN FLY

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[FONT="Arial Black"][SIZE="5"][COLOR="Navy"]So today I posted a new poem called
ODE TO Siren(Check it OWT)!!! and leave some feedback

I thinks its something everyone can relate to. Often times, we always desire things that cannot be, but yet still we pursue.....Why is that? Like we suffer from emotional retardation, which causes us to remain frozen in one state. Dwarfed emotionally, and confused mentally....But live and let live, whose to say we only live once anyway....I sure hope not, I def have plans that i plan on seeing through[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] lol:?:
:11500:

I made up a proverb...

Carry your age like a bucket of gold it won't show on your face as you grow old.

IMO...Silent screams are the loudest sounds in the universe. The highest octave which resonates within the human body. Yet it falls on death ears.

The universe is filled with silent screams. Screams of anger! Screams of rage! Screams of fear! Screams of sadness and pain! It's affect is seen and felt all across the galaxies.

Sometimes i hear it in a voice. Sometimes i see it in an action. Sometimes i feel it with my soul. Sometimes it overflows my being in a episode of steamy lava tears. Sometimes i refuse to feel and/or hear it, although its all around me and sometimes within.

One can easily be enchanted by the sound of a silent scream. It can cause you to react in both positive and/or negative ways. I guess it depends on the sound of your own silent screams. whether you want to sooth it or feed it to your own screams for intensity and volume.

A silent scream is the deepest of emotions one can express. Yet it raises

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[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][SIZE="5"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][B][COLOR="DarkRed"]SO, Like here I am awake, when all others in my world are sleep...........nothing exists really but the drone of the clock ticking back and forth..and the immense constraint darkness......So many ideas are vying for dominance in my psyche it's a ridiculous freakshow of thoughts, that come to me wrapped snugly in the colors of different emotions.....blue...red....black....sending my mind in to brilliant kaleidoscope of colors that could match the city skyline.....sleep is calling my name but the gruel commands and demands I remain......AWAKE....[/COLOR][/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/FONT] LOL just random thoughts at 4:30 in the A.M. :qqb010:

[CENTER][FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"][SIZE="4"]You asked me for time and
like a fool in love
I relinquished my life money to you honey
Wondering if there was a sign I was supposed to anticipate
Replaying the past searching for possible foreboding shadows of fate
That I possibly missed like a fool
Having allowed myself to love you like we’re back in school
And all a sister has to do is circle yes or no and wear the lifesaver ring
But the final bell has tolled and Aretha begins to sing


But I can’t fault you for being who you are
Yet, destined-to-be we are not by far
Where once thoughts of benevolent compassion concern and overabounding affection did reside
Fickle fair weather trepidation now preside
Feeling funny when I see you but no longer a laughing matter
Understanding the plight of every radio tune that cascades my walls and getting sadder
with...

[I]I wrote this in response to one of brother LP's flows.[/I]


[CENTER][FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"][SIZE="4"]I couldn’t love you any more if I tried
Runaway embers from firestorm love burning flames that will never subside
You
– black man -
my
– black man -
Upbeat to my down
Bass to my sound
Rhythm to my blues
Sexy step in my shoes
Circuit to my breaker
My gift from the Maker
- You are -
daybreak on my horizon
safe box my heart lies in
spotlight on my stage
if Im the story you’re the page
if this my last track then your immediately next
Inhale to my ex-
-static I am just to say your name
whats good black man?
Only the first quarter and you’ve claimed the game
And steady still putting points on the board
“holding open doors”
effervescently you bring out the best in me
“just...

[CENTER][SIZE="4"][I]I originally posted [URL="http://destee.com/forums/showthread.php?t=31027"]Can I get drank pleeeeeze? [/URL]

I guess what they say is true :thinking: because looking back
Im not very satisfied with it so I wrote this one as a sequel of sorts lol
It doesnt feel quite done yet either but hey we'll see lol [/I][/SIZE]

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and years after the first release
I still return to the watering hole for my relief
Looking to find that piece of mind
That stems from the mind melding mystic propensities
Of a lividly lyrically laced line of poetry
Diving desperately into the diatribes of hallowed scribes hoping that I-
could pick a peck of poesy a paragraph of poetry
a double side – no super size – the...

[I]I originally posted this piece here [URL="http://destee.com/forums/showthread.php?t=31027"]Can I get drank pleeeeeze? [/URL]

and I was reading over my older writings... I wish someone woulda critiqued me... cause now... Im very upset with it lol.

Its far too repetitive and when I cut back on the repetitive lines its barely anything there! *sigh* I reckon hindsight truly is 20/20 smh my my my :thinking: [/I]

[B]I am just so d@mn thirsty….
Poetically…
I….am…oh..…so..
……………………so, so, so, oh
…………………………….so, so, so, so, so
*smiles* :look:
you know?
Dayummmmmmmmmmmmmm THIRSTY
…poetically…
…lyrically…
my mentality thirsts to drink from poetic minds
like anthropologists seek historical finds
like pookie looking for dat golden dyme
piece to give him a piece of…well peace
of mind I seek to find
thirsting for some of that evalasting poetic...