Tuesday, June 29, 2010

From Detroit with Thoughts of You

Michigan night
stays light after dark
twist off the Fish Eye
springing air with a fizz

when things fall apart
they unravel at both ends
just like childhood ribbons
still boxed
fringed like emotions

when things falls apart
they become apparent
harder to hide

was I
could I be
no you are still so very new to me
I to you
bemuse
master mind to thought

I manifest
confess being ambushed
though I protest
I'm taking a whipping
whipped
whopped

soft voice during sleep
a tattered heart exposed on sheets
pressing limbic system
quit resisting

would you allow love
kiss love
be love
make love
or canyon along

beast of burden need not be
did you revisit my dream sinsemilla
disseminate messages offered
listened to Arias by Donizetti

thus you already know
pray tell the answer

muse


© 2010 Lepadah



What poetry!!! Sheer

What poetry!!! Sheer magic!

~A

The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of the Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected. G.K. Chesteron

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Very much enjoyed!

Bravo

 

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Yes.....add me to the admirers of this poem. It took me to places I would never have visited otherwise.







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I would like to nominate From Detroit with Thoughts of you by Lepadah

Michigan night
stays light after dark
twist off the Fish Eye
springing air with a fizz

when things fall apart
they unravel at both ends
just like childhood ribbons
still boxed
fringed like emotions

when things falls apart
they become apparent
harder to hide

was I
could I be
no you are still so very new to me
I to you
bemuse
master mind to thought

I manifest
confess being ambushed
though I protest
I’m taking a whipping
whipped
whopped

soft voice during sleep
a tattered heart exposed on sheets
pressing limbic system
I quit resisting

would you allow love
kiss love
be love
make love
or canyon along

beast of burden need not be
did you revisit my dream sinsemilla
disseminate messages offered
listened to Arias by Donizetti

thus you already know
pray tell the answer

muse

© 2010 Lepadah

) Robin Taylor (BitofTruth)

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...member when i slept under
your window under a bed of leaves

wow

you are a writer

thanks

peace

obatala




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left me with a vivid picture. )

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I would like to nominate this awesomeness to the IBPC. If you agree please accept and state it is your orginal, never been published and sign with your name and email. )

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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I Love this song by America... I am certainly a child from the seventies.

I Love this song by America... I am certainly a child from the seventies.
These lyrics are so fucking wicked!!!


A Horse With No Name lyrics

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds
and rocks and things.
There was sand and hills and rings.

The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
and a sky with no clouds.
The heat was hot
and the ground was dry
but the air was full of sound.

[chorus]
I've been through the desert
on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert,
you can't remember your name
'cause there ain't noone
for to give you no pain.

La la... la lalala la lala la... la.. la.
la la... la lalala la lala la... la.. la.

After two days in the desert sun
my skin began to turn red.
After three days in the desert sun
I was looking at a river bed.
And the story it told of a river that flowed
made me sad to think it was dead.

[chorus]

After nine days, I let the horse run free
'cause the desert had turned to sea.
There were plants and birds
and rocks and things.
There was sand and hills and rings.
The ocean is a desert
with its life underground
and a perfect disguise above.
Under the city
lies a heart made of ground
but the humans will give no love.

[chorus]

By America

Monday, June 21, 2010

Groovy in Baltimore ... Real Southern Hospitality.

Trip to Baltimore this past weekend a lovely visit. Arriving early 10:00 a.m. grabbed a taxi at the depot on my way to Diamonds house. Let me make mention the weather was HOT!!!!!! Jesus I had to take a cold shower intense heat down here. It was mother and daughter quality time so we went to the World Famous Lexington Market had an appetizer and a couple of Coronas. The atmosphere was real cool meeting Lou Fleming's who shucked away a ton of clams and oysters for the crowded John W. Faidley Seafood Raw Bar. Yasmine introduce me to the crew. A sign which read "Forget Viagra Eat Oysters" love it. Along with a lively conversation and whole lot of Baltimore love nothing like it. We left ventured off to the Harbor for lunch. We ate lunch at • Tir Na Nog Irish Bar & Grill Harborplace, Pratt Street Pavilion a spectacular view of the Harbor. The food was delicious; we had Irish Ale battered fish & chips and Crispy chicken with a spicy hot sauce our drinks water (lol) a reality check after the Coronas at Lexington Market too damn hot for liquor. A delightful day and some well needed bonding I was truly in my comfort zone with yas. Although I must admit I missed my quintessential man this weekend. It's good to miss someone so when you see them next time it will be intense (smile). I needed to be down in Bmore just doing my thing with my daughter. My son was spending Fathers day with his dad out in Sag Harbor Long Island so I know he was having the usual blast out there. That is another fav spot of mine. I tell my son you are fortunate and blessed to be able to spend your summers with your dad and family in the happening hot spot ever. I do love the food at the Dock House in town wow. Getting back to Baltimore we took some pictures after lunch. Walked around the Harbor which we stop to listen to street performers singing doo wop later we checked out an artist doing his thing in the hot Southern sun whoa. I suggested we dodge this heat until later that night. I always have a great time in bmore whether it's Morgan State Homecoming or visiting my daughter which is my highlight. Thanks to my beautiful daughter, her friend mike, gizzy and mumbo for a great time. Hey man I got you baby.

Peace B.....more all love all day
Lepadah

My song for the day was.... I love this song by New Birth "Wildflower. The lyrics are wicked.

She faced the hardest times you can imagine
And many times her eyes fall back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders
For the weight of all her tears
And a sorrow no one hears
Still rings in midnight silence in her ears

Chorus:
Let her cry
for she's a lady
Let her dream
for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

And if by chance that I should hold her
Let me hold her for a while
And if allowed just one posession
I would pick her from her garden to be mine

Be careful how you touch her for she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
And when you look into her eyes you won't believe
For the way she's always paying for a debt she never owed
And a silent wind still blows that she can only hear
So she goes

Repeat chorus 2x

She's my free and gentle flower, growing growing growing wild
She's a free and gentle flower
growing growing wild
She's my flower,
growing growing growing wild
Growing growing growing growing wild
She's my free and gentle flower

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Tickler

tickling my side
left side
right side
up my thigh

like tickling the ivory
my rib cage
is a rage
just knowing

caught me giggling
acting goofy for you
got me blowing bazooka bubble gum
hopscotch on the hood block
Brooklyn Nostrand Avenue

pimp game tight
got me singing like the chi lites
have you seen him instead of her
walking in the rain
constanly on my brain
kissing in the street
smiling in my sleep
your tickle
keeps me laughing



© 2010 Lepadah

Peace out Pittsburgh

Last trip to Pittsburgh. Leaving before dawn standing in the thick of early morning woodpecker's outside my home is loud but refreshing to hear. I smell so good feeling anxious getting out of New York for the weekend again. I certainly miss giving BT a daily dose (DIMBJ) figure it out. (smiling) I miss going to the beauty shop on Saturday morning and talking girl shit with Elsie, Sandra and Sabrina besides sister needs a serious shampoo, trim and more highlights. The incentive of going away on these weekend road trips out weigh the must stay at this point. I arrived in Pittsburgh around twelve noon. The man was waiting for me with a big smile. I giggled my way to him embraced a winking kiss and his usual butt slap. His buddy R by now should know we get down in public have no problem with expression pushing onlookers eyes. QM is a definite exhibitionist. We are both products of the early eighties Platoes sex swing club. As stated previously I am conservative with an exception to my artist voyeur side of me that has a tendency to show and tell. I am a realist it is what it is. I believe in an open honest relationship and there are boundaries we both must honor. There I go veering. Spending some time in the city we stumbled across August Wilson Center For African American Culture which was so surreal for me because I had the pleasure of meeting August Wilson years ago at a literary brunch with several other known writers at B.Smith's Restaurant and later presented me with the Ntozake Shange Poetry Award at the Negro Ensemble. So being here was great. I also met a writer named Elizabeth Fitzgerald Howard eighty -two years and looking fabulous with her husband. We spoke for awhile and quite surprised to see not many people at her book signing on such a beautiful day. She gave me a free copy of her book signed we exchange information. It is beautiful thing networking and meeting people who bring so much positive reinforcements to ones life. After spending time in the cultural center we left to meet another friend by the sixth street bridge. Pittsburgh was about to kick off the pride festivity so the rainbow colors were out okay... after several stops in and out of museums I needed to head back to the hotel unpacked and take a shower to wash the travel off. Saying goodbye to the afternoon and bringing on the evening is exactly what the mo fo Doctor ordered. QM and I shut the door showered changed into nothing , popped open a cold bottle of Ecco Domani Pinot Grigio cheap but hmmmm so good. Lit a lavender scented candle flipping the lights time for beddy. I talked nasty to Q about a third member licking his dick ..."can you handle that man?" all the nigga did was smiled and moaned I already knew this freak knew exactly how to get the fuck down. I just moved with the moment and let him begin to take control. On top riding him moving off the dick time for (PM) pussy to mouth Q picked me up belly down ass popped up for (DNA) okay figure it out. (lol) Damn I 'm hooked cause the nigga is a great director. Both arms twisted behind my back and awe...ish this shit is good is all I'm going to say. I finished my glass of wine and we both took another shower. I jumped out the shower and checked a web site "Ghetto Gaggers" surprised at the crazy shit on this site. Damn I like porn but this craziness is wild. Chicks like my girl Cherokee with her fine ass gagging off these motherfuckers and letting them dogged her out was far from sexy it was dehumanizing. I gag on Q but not like this you have to check it out to know what I'm talking about. My shit is more down with Superhead deep throat shit. Karrine Steffans that's my girl too. I could not watch anymore of this crap. I fell asleep looking forward to Pittsburgh Pride celebration. Kudos to Pittsburgh for trying but nyc and sf is holding that ish down. I still had a great weekend!!!! Peace out Pittsburgh always love.

Peace Lepadah

Obatala answer to "Pimp and Baby Girl."

HELLA ROCKING THE FORUM OBATALA...

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Monster and Baby Girl (oba)

From: trkyounger (trkyounger)

I have hundred
of names for the monster.
I push the white-t from my
shoulder and let it fall to my
ankles. I am Baby Girl and when
you hold me, caress me, it burns
a little. You tell me about the six
signs of the decaying of an angel
as you start pulling my guts out to
eat me. Pimp use to tell me that
people demand, desire damnation.
Monster, pick me up. Rub my face
in mud. You are a wind from nowhere.
Your life is a chain of shit words and
the Obatala is coming to kill you.

Obatala (all rights reserved)

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Delaware Bridge

heart jumping to a strange fear
air stiff
nothingness
I forgotten the roar and rolling of wheels
black waves skipping over
the Delaware steel massiveness
I dwarfed at its weightiness above
the tininess us
worming through traffic
slowly I ventured a peek
feeling my stomach somersault
I am not invincible
waves are unforgiving
no conscious of our existence
man appointed errors
held in complete limbo
the potential disaster paralyzed thoughts
I could not turn away
I wanted to search the face of death
did I say imminent goodbyes
to all that has ever love me
or liked, fucked or nothing
the chosen few could be counted on
fingers, toes
I did say "I love you"
so if this moment would be determine by fate
I am confident
those loves know
i know that I have been loved
armed with this affirmation
I crept along the side rail
veering
waiting for the unexpected
thank the angels for carrying my black ass
across another the Delaware
Amen..

© 2010 Lepadah

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The monster slid to
the Baby Grand in Harlem
and waited to hear from Duke,
Dizzy, Bird, Miles ahead of everyone
snorted some coke, heard jazz bouncing
upside heads, walls, grabbed somebody's
stingy brim cutting off his forehead in the process,
sat cock-eyed,    clean     bold    dope
dap, went in, going in, hard     early music
hot heavy let me hoff at you
The monster wanted sex
wanted ice
slowly   vodka , hen-dog water back
tight trigger pains of revolving doors,
spirit voices carrying jazz back to mother-hold.
Monster wanted sex sex  ass ass  pussy pussy
voices
of cold black eons   generations of nappy headness
skeletal choices
'Who wants to fuck a monster?', he screamed,
loudly, boldly, turning imaginations hot   heavy
'Who wants to go in, go hard, with    a   monster?????!'

Obatala

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OMG Rock the block oba!!!! what a hit hard below the belt hard. Love this ish....

I would like to nominate half-light "de bomb" but this is DE BOMB. Sitting in my conservative office listening an Aria by Donizetti O Mio Fernando and you throw this hard ball into park come on forum stand.

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Half-Light

This is a bad!!! brother Obatala happy to call him my friend. His book is about to drop as well. Just a preview I wanted to share.

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The monster
eats people
out of deep
bowls with
a carnival
of spice
peppered days,
and salty
hate-filled 
nights.
Crowds swirl
in huge pots.
He tells them
that the body
of language,
the need for it,
is to peel one's
skin off and
be duplicitous,
mockery, deceitful,
to be layers in

 the half-light.


Obatala

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Traveler

I am a vagabond on the street
I walk on the antiquity of these pathetic feet
calloused
twisted
determined to walk away
determined to run away
fast as i can
I skulk the city
waiting for the right time
venturing out of tunnels after midnight

happy alone in a dingy bus depot
with all the other lonely ones
leaving
going
standing
sleeping
there is a traveler's song inside me
moves me
takes me to one place after another

I board anticipating the highway
wet with rainbows still visible
I board anticipating traffic
due to oil slick streets
I board anticipating the bump of dirt roads
headed south

I eagle eye every and anything
birds
trees
rivers
mountains
people
I am the traveler

folded into my seat
nestle into the beat
music from my ipod nano

a passenger
passing through time
passing through space
going from place to place

I am a swell
leaving once more
this is where we come
with a ticket to another place
traveling so far off the face of this end of earth
riding days to nevada
suitcases
satchels
instruments
backpacks
headed out west
stragglers
newly release prisoners
wearing sunglasses with no sun
on the run
just like me
I wanna run away to be free
can't face another day
in this place called home
I rather write love songs
listen to truckers adventures
all the women along the way
hotels and motel 6
no goodbyes at the end

one stop after another
a new place
a new face
I am who I want to be

transcending with time
my sleep is restless
I wake talking in tongues
a struggle between dreams and reality

So I wanna reach deep
kissing fascination
test my imagination

I wanna walk the highest bridge
tippy toe to the edge
pitch evil ties to the sides
that is choking my spirit

I wanna ditch belonging
attached by blood
which drips sorrow of past generations

I wanna rule me
I'm a runaway
feeling oh so good...

© 2010 Lepadah


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...your writng has grown in leaps and bounds.

you are quickly becoming one of my favorite writers

Peace

Obatala



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...I am so happy that you are out and about enjoying your life.

You are a very important person in my life at this present time and am so glad to call you friend.

 

Peace

Obatala

Monday, June 7, 2010

Monday, June 7, 2010

"sweet scream"


buttercup belonging to
shea its secret crevice
circle the ring
balm sphincter
captain a multiplicity of beatitude
the impatient sweat
I crest
thumb sipping the brim
slipping the knob
inside the aphotic button hole
yoke pony tail
a flailing arm abstract
twist hold back
lock the position
joyous arches etching
break intricacies
thru reserved reservoir
avow
sweet screams
"sweet ecstasy"

awe............



© 2010 Lepadah




Submitted by Arrow on 19 June 2010 - 7:20pm.

Smart, dirty and subversive.
My favorite line is: captain a multiplicity of beatitude (beatitude(s)?) for its link with the Sermon on the Mount and the inversion of the “good”. I also loved the word “aphotic”. To carry the religious symbolism further, maybe it is apophatic, too? I don’t know whether this religious imagery is intentional or my projection but I see it again in “avow”. This brings me to my couple of criticisms:

*”thumb sipping the brim” - I just don’t get this image. I have an image of some Thumbelina-like figure. I was thinking “slipping” but, then, that gives you two “slippings”.

*I wasn’t crazy about the ending although I appreciate the double meaning of awe (and ahhh). I wonder which would be perceived when read aloud. I thought the poem could have successfully ended with “avow,” which is nicely ambiguous.

Much enjoyed.

Pittsburgh hot weekend...Cherokee got a big ass...damn.

Spent Saturday in Pittsburgh enjoying the Three Rivers Art Festival was great even in the rain. We dodge in and out of different galleries simply stated "Artrageous." The exhibit that I found exciting and disturbing the Visual Art Exhibition "Congo Women." A realistic view of a disturbing situation in Democratic Republic of Congo. Below a brief synopsis from the contributors of the Three Rivers Art Festival.

Visual Art Exhibition

The photographs in this exhibition tell the story of daily life in the Congo - political, economic, cultural, medical and personal. These images are at once gorgeously composed, highly aesthetic, and full of humanity. At the same time, many are painfully saturated with human grief and suffering. This exhibition sheds light not only on the situation facing women of the Democratic Republic of Congo but on gender-based violence around the world and demonstrates why the arts have a powerful role as mirror and map to influence social change.

After viewing several exhibitions we walked over the Sixth Street Bridge also known as the Roberto Clemente Bridge. The three rivers are Allegheny and Monongahela rivers, where the Ohio River forms. A spectacular sight day or night. You just might catch a Jazz performance along the rivers on any given spring, summer night. I certainly enjoyed the hell out the company I was keeping I'll refer to him as Quintessential man. I'm smiling and he keeps this Lady happy. We ate at a greek restaurant chicken of course and watch the heavens douse heavy rain on Pittsburgh. Kissed in the rain and finally making our way back to the car. Later that night we hit the casino which was overkill for me. I can't see sitting at a slot machine and all those damn bells and dings; glad we left. Went back to the hotel where a nice chilled bottle of Grey Goose was waiting. Lit some candles took a long thorough shower popped in the dvd player Cherokee's big ass x video. Damn that girl's ass is big and beautiful... ok you feel me. I was beyond ready after a quick fast during the work week cleaning my system out. So...yeah we got down raw my arm twisted behind my back a whole lot of hair pulling and the nigga dicked me down (anal) can you say oh yeah! I can't describe how good those orgasms felt. I was crawling up the side of the bed while gangster was laying down right. Oh my! I really am quite the conservative lady but I also release the slut side in the bedroom. A wonderful weekend. Happy to round out the trip seeing my daughter in Baltimore before heading back to New York.

Peace The Lep

Book dropping the end of the month. I'm so happy..

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Dream by Sinsemilla (seduction)

Dream by Sinsemilla


beyond a great hill
down into a mossy quagmire
you descend before the glow of moon
before twilight
the still deafening fireball
ablaze
a gaze
even though I need sleep
I watch
under a blanket
an amorphous
revolutionize
the phoenix parousia
i come
crawling out onto you
shelter shoulders
affix to sides
to accommodate
prepare to be envelop
your wings spread thin
I bow blushing
a roaring furnace inside
together eternal we rise
we fly
burst into a trillion colors in the sky
our exorcism in sun eye
away from the mossy beginnings
embedded in my skin
gold flicks
told to shine
you shall return
to sunburn my being again


© 2010 Lepadah




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...wow

you have been

ripping it lately.

Great job!

peace

Obatala




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...i am nominating this poem for the IBC.

great, great job Lydia

Peace Obatala


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I must admit I had to look up a few
words within your poem (which is good
for me) In this line:

our exorcism in sun eye

I think it would read better as sun’s eye.

My favorite lines are:

prepare to be envelop
your wings spread thin
I bow blushing
a roaring furnace inside
together eternal we rise
we fly
burst into a trillion colors in the sky

Always, Cat