blakops - Hello Poetry

Life is like a box of chocolates. I didn't know I would get a brown eyed beauty with a nice lil' ***** and she's cool see, she been on her own vibes since before the age of 5, then we vibed. now we live. she decided I was her guy, I decided to pursue this fly cutie with a 'tude like, "shoot me, she has me hooked like a tuna at sea, tamed me like a tiger and oh so lovely!" Now I got 5 on it thinkin' 'bout doublin' down she wavin other girlies like, "bye haters, see ya laters Im wit my man right now, bout to get" XxXxXxXXxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXX

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Feb 24, 2013

Feb 24, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC

For V-day

Life is like a box of chocolates. I didn't know I would get a brown eyed beauty with a nice lil' ***** and she's cool see, she been on her own vibes since before the age of 5, then we vibed. now we live. she decided I was her guy, I decided to pursue this fly cutie with a 'tude like, "shoot me, she has me hooked like a tuna at sea, tamed me like a tiger and oh so lovely!" Now I got 5 on it thinkin' 'bout doublin' down she wavin other girlies like, "bye haters, see ya laters Im wit my man right now, bout to get" XxXxXxXXxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXX

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the time is ticking the hands, spinning my feet, sticking hoping for the trinity I find myself stuck between divinity the gray area seems like infinty My regrets stick with me shakin um seems tricky money, cars, clothes, hoes thats all my n****s know not me though no follow me, past the vanity the regrets seem to vanish as if we planned it what I life without wants a life full of plesant haunts sugar plum dreams filled with chocolate streams and everything that was is not what it seems then you see your queen on a hill above the rest you seem a little blessed so try something new anything new sometimes thats all we can do

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May 5, 2012

May 5, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC

new

the time is ticking the hands, spinning my feet, sticking hoping for the trinity I find myself stuck between divinity the gray area seems like infinty My regrets stick with me shakin um seems tricky money, cars, clothes, hoes thats all my n****s know not me though no follow me, past the vanity the regrets seem to vanish as if we planned it what I life without wants a life full of plesant haunts sugar plum dreams filled with chocolate streams and everything that was is not what it seems then you see your queen on a hill above the rest you seem a little blessed so try something new anything new sometimes thats all we can do

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4 words--theoretics boom I believe in you. Changed the world. Changed the difference between me and you. affects the peoples mindstate Pushes coersive weight subtraction the negative aura Add positive floral Multiply the 13 letters Divide the cheddar Light as a feather Bring the world together

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Mar 2, 2012

Mar 2, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC

4 words

4 words--theoretics boom I believe in you. Changed the world. Changed the difference between me and you. affects the peoples mindstate Pushes coersive weight subtraction the negative aura Add positive floral Multiply the 13 letters Divide the cheddar Light as a feather Bring the world together

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If I had to have one I regret that I regret this But it seems too common to ponder on Still I must Careful though has been given All others are forgiven Life’s calculations are taken Still I must conclude One Regret If I had to have one I regret Not remembering the times I laughed till I cried, or till I fell to the floor and rolled, or smiled from ear to ear cause my face was smitten with funny. It seems memories of the minor, Of the, Mal-experience dominate what could be A scare free history.

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC

One regret

If I had to have one I regret that I regret this But it seems too common to ponder on Still I must Careful though has been given All others are forgiven Life’s calculations are taken Still I must conclude One Regret If I had to have one I regret Not remembering the times I laughed till I cried, or till I fell to the floor and rolled, or smiled from ear to ear cause my face was smitten with funny. It seems memories of the minor, Of the, Mal-experience dominate what could be A scare free history.

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Still we sin Still friends Still trying to climb Still behind Still waiting Still under achieved Still under believed Still blamed Still unpaid Still wasting Away Still uneducated Still hoping Still praying Still hated Still my people Still need freedom Still need to be one Still need to be brave Still struggle everyday Still trying to get away Still this society seems still Waiting still...

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC

Still

Still we sin Still friends Still trying to climb Still behind Still waiting Still under achieved Still under believed Still blamed Still unpaid Still wasting Away Still uneducated Still hoping Still praying Still hated Still my people Still need freedom Still need to be one Still need to be brave Still struggle everyday Still trying to get away Still this society seems still Waiting still...

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Stand up Stand up Stand up proud on the soapbox U got something to say? Say it Say it Say it proud on the soapbox U ready now? Get up Get up Get up on that soapbox (Speaker crackles) Hi. Crowd: hi! My name is Prince L and I'm here to offend you. Crowd: gasp!!!(Murmurs) so settle down. it seems I can't reach your standards of presentation. is my hair to ***** are my clothes to cheap, hell anyone can see, I wear my **** proudly, Crowd: gasp harder!!! He did not! I did, oh **** I forgot I'm not supposed to cuss, o well too late, watch it unfold, my fate. this is my first time on the soapbox, let's talk about that, the box, is it needed? People use it as a trough to feed these stagnant ideas of life and how to live it. Why does everyone need to be categorized and seeded? Crowd: hmmmmm.... The disparities between race in class are magnified cause we are gentrified, so we all feel polar to the other, opposite the fact we are born from another, check me I have love for you because you are you no matter your crew. O you have a conflict of view, don't matter unless u mad hatter tryin to riddle your way through the middle, cause in reality most of us are in this middle group, are you following? You're a regular sleuth. Crowd: huh? We want truth. Try this on for size. I think you might find, the separation between elite and u is a lot, spot the differences? if you were part of the one you wouldn't be arguin with everyone. They got lawyers for that, they mouths stay strapped ready to ****** from you, so don't worry boo keep jaw jackin while the keep straight jackin, stealin, thievin, everything you see, reapin, the earth of its resources slowly turning it to hell. Its not a perception its a perpetual. why you think they always gathering, resources, yea they planning it, to own the world, don't be a fool. Crowd: no way!! I'm tellin you pray. Appreciate the ppl who stand upon the soapbox, why? Cause they be fightin for every ones freedom. No matter the cause, no matter the fight,

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC

Soapbox (unfinished)(uneditied)

Stand up Stand up Stand up proud on the soapbox U got something to say? Say it Say it Say it proud on the soapbox U ready now? Get up Get up Get up on that soapbox (Speaker crackles) Hi. Crowd: hi! My name is Prince L and I'm here to offend you. Crowd: gasp!!!(Murmurs) so settle down. it seems I can't reach your standards of presentation. is my hair to ***** are my clothes to cheap, hell anyone can see, I wear my **** proudly, Crowd: gasp harder!!! He did not! I did, oh **** I forgot I'm not supposed to cuss, o well too late, watch it unfold, my fate. this is my first time on the soapbox, let's talk about that, the box, is it needed? People use it as a trough to feed these stagnant ideas of life and how to live it. Why does everyone need to be categorized and seeded? Crowd: hmmmmm.... The disparities between race in class are magnified cause we are gentrified, so we all feel polar to the other, opposite the fact we are born from another, check me I have love for you because you are you no matter your crew. O you have a conflict of view, don't matter unless u mad hatter tryin to riddle your way through the middle, cause in reality most of us are in this middle group, are you following? You're a regular sleuth. Crowd: huh? We want truth. Try this on for size. I think you might find, the separation between elite and u is a lot, spot the differences? if you were part of the one you wouldn't be arguin with everyone. They got lawyers for that, they mouths stay strapped ready to ****** from you, so don't worry boo keep jaw jackin while the keep straight jackin, stealin, thievin, everything you see, reapin, the earth of its resources slowly turning it to hell. Its not a perception its a perpetual. why you think they always gathering, resources, yea they planning it, to own the world, don't be a fool. Crowd: no way!! I'm tellin you pray. Appreciate the ppl who stand upon the soapbox, why? Cause they be fightin for every ones freedom. No matter the cause, no matter the fight,

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In chains trying to make change Arrange for a plane to far away plains In vain he hopes to stand On his two feet but love, he cannot believe. So much pressure he bought it no receipt. I got these white collars stressing me, telling me, wear your tie pick up your feet, please, my ancestors didn't fight to see, me, 36 floors up fashion hanging me, from the metaphorical tree. No they won't see me groveling on my knees. I'm a proud black man dyeing to be, free, and its funny cause we all dyeing to be, something, and time don't cease and we just micro-living in peace, or pain, or plain vanilla. (Columbus day) In a noose finding proof Board a boat to a faraway moat Round we go, at least he's afloat In a sea of uncertainty, certainly, he can handle what he see's But what about what he feels I don't know what's worse. The loss or the hurt. I see the day as the end of natural earth. Borders crossed never to be returned. The order was established I'm still fellin the aftershock. They mock my art, mock my creativity, try to mock the essence of me. But in a sense its good, I guess, allowing free expression to get this stress off my chest. Blessed I feel every day to know I aint got to go. The box that surrounds me is just metaphorical. Even the rules in place are deplorable, meanin ignorable. If it don't help it hurt and the new jim crow need some work. But as long as I can escape it, as long as I can break out the box, as long as I can stand on two feet, the oppressor will never catch me on my knees in a noose or fighting to get loose. My mind is already liberated, my education has focused my hatred, and I realized they the ones that need the savin.

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC

Diary of a mad black man

In chains trying to make change Arrange for a plane to far away plains In vain he hopes to stand On his two feet but love, he cannot believe. So much pressure he bought it no receipt. I got these white collars stressing me, telling me, wear your tie pick up your feet, please, my ancestors didn't fight to see, me, 36 floors up fashion hanging me, from the metaphorical tree. No they won't see me groveling on my knees. I'm a proud black man dyeing to be, free, and its funny cause we all dyeing to be, something, and time don't cease and we just micro-living in peace, or pain, or plain vanilla. (Columbus day) In a noose finding proof Board a boat to a faraway moat Round we go, at least he's afloat In a sea of uncertainty, certainly, he can handle what he see's But what about what he feels I don't know what's worse. The loss or the hurt. I see the day as the end of natural earth. Borders crossed never to be returned. The order was established I'm still fellin the aftershock. They mock my art, mock my creativity, try to mock the essence of me. But in a sense its good, I guess, allowing free expression to get this stress off my chest. Blessed I feel every day to know I aint got to go. The box that surrounds me is just metaphorical. Even the rules in place are deplorable, meanin ignorable. If it don't help it hurt and the new jim crow need some work. But as long as I can escape it, as long as I can break out the box, as long as I can stand on two feet, the oppressor will never catch me on my knees in a noose or fighting to get loose. My mind is already liberated, my education has focused my hatred, and I realized they the ones that need the savin.

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You can see the lovers eyes. They dote As if nothing is broken Clearly hoping Dreaming, No, believing in a future tense Such evidence Is Pretense.

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC

See

You can see the lovers eyes. They dote As if nothing is broken Clearly hoping Dreaming, No, believing in a future tense Such evidence Is Pretense.

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Word is bond Yea Word is good yea Word is truth Yea Word is action Naw Action is bond Yea Action is good Yea Action is truth Yea Action is change Exactly.

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC

Not word action

Word is bond Yea Word is good yea Word is truth Yea Word is action Naw Action is bond Yea Action is good Yea Action is truth Yea Action is change Exactly.

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Bang! Dig! Dig! Keep your head low Throw the arms Pump. Pump. Woof! wo-woof!Over here! Breath. In my nose, out my mouth Accelerate. Slow rise. Pump. Pump. Next gear. Go! Drive the knees. Forward lean. There he is! Get him! WOOF! Keep the stride. Don't stop. They can't catch what they can't see. Ghostin um'. Lean into this corner. Drive off it. Drive! Drive! Knees high! Pump your arms! Go! Go! He over there! I see him! More power. Don't close your stride. They can't catch you today. Champion. Don't stop. Run til you got no more breath! Run til you got nothing left! This Is the last stretch. The finish is near. Hit your last gear. Lean across the line, With steeze. STOP THIS IS THE POLICE!

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:00 PM UTC

Bang

Bang! Dig! Dig! Keep your head low Throw the arms Pump. Pump. Woof! wo-woof!Over here! Breath. In my nose, out my mouth Accelerate. Slow rise. Pump. Pump. Next gear. Go! Drive the knees. Forward lean. There he is! Get him! WOOF! Keep the stride. Don't stop. They can't catch what they can't see. Ghostin um'. Lean into this corner. Drive off it. Drive! Drive! Knees high! Pump your arms! Go! Go! He over there! I see him! More power. Don't close your stride. They can't catch you today. Champion. Don't stop. Run til you got no more breath! Run til you got nothing left! This Is the last stretch. The finish is near. Hit your last gear. Lean across the line, With steeze. STOP THIS IS THE POLICE!

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