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!

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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)

rbntlr@yahoo.com



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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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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

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

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



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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)

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..

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