S. Velvet Noose - The Land of Milk and Honey (Poetry)

This is a really dope cut from S Velvet Noose of The Left Side Poets. Speaking of the Leftside Poets, Stangefruit will be released this Friday.

The Leftside Poets Present: Strangefruit (Review)

Strangefruit is a collection of poems written by various poets with different backgrounds. Honestly, I have no clue where to start this review because Strangefruit is one of the best collection of poems I have read in a long time. The Leftside Poets are like the Wu-Tang Clan of poetry with each member possessing their own skill and style. The poems of The Leftside Poets range from thought provoking, witty, inspirational, and complex to make an fan of Aesop Rock very happy. I could literally go on and on about how great Strangefruit is but do me a big favor and buy a copy when it is released on June 17th. I will keep everyone posted on how to purchase a copy.

Lady Music by K.G.

Lady Music - K.G.

She is sultry, warm, and enchanting.
She rocks your soul
And chronicles your life.
Her melody and rhythm cast an entrancing spell.
Ivories tickled, chords strummed,
Big bands and big voices;
Smokey bars filled with jazz and magic.
You are caught in her rapture.

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Jamil Jasey - UNiVERSAL (SPOKEN WORD) prod EyesofPhases

UNiVERSAL

I'm No Daddy's Girl

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Survivor - K. Grant (Poetry)

AS I LIE BENEATH THE FIST THAT ONCE TOUCHED ME WITH WARMTH AND SECURITY I ASK WHY ME,,, WHY DID I HAVE TO CRY ,,AND THEN LIE ABOUT THE PAIN THAT YOU HAVE ENDURED IN ME,, THOUGH IVE ,,STRUGGLED WITH THE MIXED EMOTIONS ABOUT BEING SAD AND HAPPY,,ABOUT BEING SCARED AND LOVED ,,IVE REALIZED,, IF I DIDNT STOP TO REALIZE MY LIFE WAS MORE THAN ANYTHING YOU HAVE GIVIN ME,, I WOULD SOON BE FLYING TO THE PEARLY GATES ABOVE,,AND THAT WASNT GONNA BE ME IT WASNT MY TIME,, IT WAS MY TIME TO SHINE,, AND BE THE DIVINE PERSON,, THAT I HAVE ONCE BEEN,,AND ONLY THEN WOULD I FEEL THE LOVE THAT I SO DEEPLY LONGED FOR, ,FOR THEN I WOULD BE ABLE TO STAND UP AND BE ALIVE, ,AND SAY OUTLOUD THAT IVE SURVIVED ,,THE THINGS THAT IVE SURVIVED,, AND AS THIS PATH IS TEARIN AT MY HEART,, ITS A NEW START AT LIFE,,AND I DONT WANT TO GO BACK TO THE COLD NIGHTS,, AND THE STEADY FIGHTS ,,THAT KEPT ME DOWN,,AND AS IAM ON THIS ROLLER COASTER OF LIFE ,,GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN,, IM DETERMINE TO GO UP, UP ,UP,, AND STAY UP THERE ,,AND NEVER HAVE TO CRY TEARS OF PAIN ,,OR USE GODS NAME IN VIEN,,FOR I HAVE MORE POWER THAN I EVER HAD BEFORE,, AND NOW OPPERTUNITIES IS KNOCKING AT MY DOOR,, SO NO LONGER WOULD I HAVE TO SAY WHY ME ,,BUT YES NOW IT IS ME,, TIME FOR ME TO BE LOVED ,,TO BE COMFORTED,, TO BE FREE,, LUCKY, LUCKY, LUCKY, ME ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,IM FREE

Cuffed by Curiouslovechild

I ran across a blog with some beautiful poetry and I have to share it with everyone on my blog. Below is a poem called Cuffed by Curiouslovechild and you can visit her blog at curiouslovechild.blogspot.com. Feel free to leave comments and visit her blog as well. If your digging Cuffed and I know you will Curiouslovechild will be releasing a book with some of her friends entitiled The Left Side Poets Present: Strange Fruit set to be released this fall.

Cuffed by Curiouslovechild


I've never been in handcuffs
But I could feel the cold metal in my dreams:

You on top of me
Each wrist linked
To the other

While the public chanted of our love
A mockery of marriage
A bondage of adoration
That supposedly goes beyond the silver imprints

Past the gold on my ring finger
Pressing into veins
Leaving vulnerable skin underneath
Wet and useless:

A bronze reality
Melted together
To form a union
Less than pure.

And God only sees you
For the wrong you do
Between the clicking cuffs

You don’t think of me
Consistently
Even as I lay over you
Sharing blood beating
Stainless steel

I refuse to appreciate
Your mental freedom
My lack of control sends spasms
Down ring fingers
Leading to tips that can’t touch you
Like I used to

Our friction creating fractioned hearts
In an imprisoned dreamland
Our togetherness creating a distance
Only heartstrings apart.

Curiouslovechild's Blog.

BETRAYALS DOORS by Tweet

" BETRAYALS DOORS"

I stumbled upon,your pathalogical,habitual,narcasitic lies.
Dam did you rehearse them mutha-fuckas ah million times.
I awakened one morning to discover,the Darkness in your
eyes.But when i asked what was wrong.Your "black Ass"
continued to Lie.

Even though my love for you had Demenished.We still shared
(title)U know,"Relationship".So this shit was far from finished.
In the mist of your Deception.Going back to all your recent
texts.
"Here we go again" I love you baby.Im sorry for all my trans-
gressions.

As i read your supposely pure words.Repeated so often without
heart.After time,became "Toxic"and drove us many miles apart.
My heart has grown numb to every word you say.As i watch you
try to play me with a smile Strapped on your Fuckin face.

I tried to be a respectable woman.And introduce to my friend.But
little did i know,you were ready to commit the ultimate in humane
sin.Now shit has really gotten outta whack.As i layed beside you.I
can feel you emotionally stabbin me in the Back.

Let me Cut to the chase.She was Fuckin my friend.Now its been
4months,since that "Betrayal"u know, that Ultimate sin begin.
You see there was 7yrs between her and i.Imma retired "old
school"player.Thats how i caught her in the twist and turns of
all her lies.
Theres an "Old School"saying. The game neva Changes only
the Players do.So dont try to play me.Cause u will be the one
that ends UP getting Schooled
Theres is no need to say anymore.Cuz the lease is up in may,
And I will be walkin out of Betrayals doors...........

FREE FalliN by Tweet

When i heard your voice four years
ago.I didn't see,i didn't know just,
where this love would go,or how
this love would grow.
Your grace which you bestowed
onto me from your heart and soul.
Is the rythm to my heart and the melody too
loves song. But yet still remaining so many
miles apart.
Bitches -N- the past,try to remain stead fast.
Cant block the path of our Spirtual Wrath. No
One can get between you and me,but you and
me. Can't you see the writtin on Destinys Wall...Come
baby lets take this Free Fall...
Your traggies,were trimmed in Death of many
losses. Don't you know my Twin Soul? That my
love runs so deep. That i would bare both of our
Crosses.
Lovin you is like breathin to me. Its something that
just comes so FUCKIN naturally. I give to you, you
give to me,that profound respect that others don't obtain
so Easily.
We both had women come and go. They showed up
physically,But shit! Dem broads were still a no Show!
They claimed they understood the Rarity of our kind.
But the words that they spoke,kept them one-by-one,
staggering so many miles behind.
Now its time to quit bullshittin. With the reality that we
both share. Hell baby,I think you rest -N- knowing that
i will alway be there.
Maybe its time to go a little deeper,or just tad steeper.
Caus i love you And you love me. Don't get it twisted
people. Cause this ant no surface Shit. Its that real shit
thats meant to be.
Soooooooooooooo
To be the Soul of ah Twin and the Twin of another
soul. Its like one of the,Deepest.darkest, brightest,
Painful, Enlightin "Love Stories" that is yet to Be all
that is Told.....

What Are You Doing? by S.K. Jackson

What Are You Doing? by s.k. Jackson

What are you doing to me?
You have me spinning in a vortex of emotion that has no ending, no reprieve and
no escape.
My heart has been voluntarily kidnapped, and my soul is under a torent of
undulating passion
That keeps growing and growing and growing
Until at last we both explode in ecstacy, finally coming to rest in each other's arms...spent.
What have you done to me?
My thoughts are constantly repeating the song of your voice
Telling me that we will never be without the other.
The melodic symphony of your words
Both exciting me to distraction and yet comforting me to utter rest.
What are you doing to me?
My heart aches for your simple touch, and yet
Finds solace in the fact that you are always out there
Thinking of me and feeling my presence
Because I am always with you.
What are you doing to me? And whatever it is...don't ever stop.

Son of A Crackhead Part 2

The anger still fills my lungs as I breathe in....
i sit there and wonder, when will she ever come in
she has been missing for 3 whole days
my mind, stomach, and strength, weaken' in so many ways
no food in the house, my brother crying, pain in his belly
sad too say, all that's in the fridge is jelly
he screams and i don't know what too do
if you haven't realized this is son of a crackhead part 2
the fruit is so black, i wouldn't feed it to a dog
i run too the door to see if she may be walking up the street?
only to see her, get knocked off her feet
I run out the door too her aid
but, by that time i reached her, blood everywhere, i stayed....
crying...feelin so empty..cause if i had checked the door a few seconds ago...
she wouldn't be laying here...yall..she would be still here ready to go
yes she is a crackhead..but this is my mother
not to be mistaken for no other
she gave her life away for a hit
now we say goodbye, my brother looks sick...
eyes close....skin pale..I've never seen her like this
she looks so peaceful...and god if u are listening...please give her a kiss....
she preferred things over her kids...that's what was said...
forever i will be s.o.c....a son of a crackhead

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Begin Again

New material by S.K. Jackson, READ IT, leave feed back.

Begin Again by s. k. Jackson

It's been ignited
That fuel that was supposed to be lost for all time
The magma that was cooled to the point of solidifying
And frozen in space and time
For what was to be eternity.
The pulse that had been quieted has begun to throb
And with it, the feeling of pure and unbridled passion
Begins to flow in revolutions around the heart
That stopped beating long ago.
You've allowed me to Begin Again.
The longing for a symbiot; that heart to beat in tandem with mine
The tears to flow in unison with mine
The fire to burn with the same intensity as mine
Has come to Begin Again.
My world, my heart, my soul has recharged
And having been blessed with that Eternal Approval
I have allowed myself...with your love...to Begin Again.

Son of a Crackhead Part 1

Whats good people, this is a peom I want to share with everybody, this is part one of two, from a dear friend of mine. Just be mindful in life you never know what a person is going thru. He is a strong brother that I respect so much. Please leave comments and let me know your thoughts, leave comments on any of the post. Peace and blessings

EOP

Son of a Crackhead Part 1

IN A MATTER OF MINUTES, I WILL be REDUCED TO BEING A SON OF A CRACKHEAD.
IT ONLY HAPPENS EVERY OTHER WEEK, YALL KNOW..PAYDAY.
SHE COMES HOME, DOESNT FEEDS US, AND REALLY HAS NOTHING TO SAY.
IN A MATTER OF MINUTES, I WILL be REDUCED TO BEING THE SON OF A CRACKHEAD.
I RECALL 2AM WALKS TO THE CRACKHOUSE.
SHE WAS TOO SCARED TO WALK THERE, BY HERSELF.
HER DEALER WAS COOL, HE CAME AROUND ALOT, BUT LOOKED AT ME, AS IF I DIDNT KNOW.
SITTING IN A HOUSE FULL OF FUMES, 3HOURS LATER MOMS COMES OUT, WITH HER BLOW.
IN A MATTER OF MINUTES, I WILL be REDUCED TO BEING A SON OF A CRACKHEAD.
ONE MORNING I WOKE UP TO A HORRIBLE SMELL OF BURNING GLASS.
BUT AS I GET CLOSER TOO HER ROOM, I HERE HER SAY, "MY SON IS COMING, PUT THAT UP REAL FAST".
SO I KNOCK ON THE DOOR AND PRETEND TO HAVE A BAD DREAM.
I AM THE SON OF A CRACKHEAD, THIS IS NOT A DREAM.
I FALL TO MY KNEES EVERYDAY, HOPING SOMEONE CAN SAFE US.
BUT SHE EVEN STOLE X-MAS, THERE IS NO TRUST.
BEING A SON OF A CRACKHEAD, I THOUGHT WOULD FADE AWAY.
UNTIL SHE OVERDOSED AND PASTED AWAY.
SHE NEVER TOLD ME WHY SHE LEFT US, HERE ALONE
I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE, AND NOW SHE'S GONE.

Jmelly

BROTHERHOOD

This is a poem by a very talented brother, this is something that a lot of us need to learn the understand the concept of...


BROTHERHOOD
s.kino Graham-Jackson

Lend me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free
And I'll give them Brotherhood!
We cry of tyranny, terrorism, racism and genocide
And yet, the very fabric of being an American...being a human...
Is the idealism of Brotherhood!
If love is unconditional
And Brotherhood is the epitome of love
Then why put conditions
Onto the notion of being My Brother?
If the idea of "each one teach one"
And "each one help one" is based
In the foundation of true Brotherhood...
Then ask yourself...
"Whom have I helped...and what have I taught them?"
If God is love and love is life
And Life, such as it is,
Is not to be lived alone...
Then give me Brotherhood.

Phase Me

This entire is a poem by a talented sister from Lynchburg Va, check it out, she has talent.



Phase Me

Why should I let you phase me?
I will not.
I won’t.

I along with the majority can see that this is only another attempt,
To alter my feelings of self worth and stability
By cutting and slashing my self-esteem with grueling fierce remarks and malicious statements.

Why should I let you phase me?
I will not.
I won’t.

I can truly see and understand through my maturity that I not only like myself but have a firm seat in reality and can understand my identity and self-proclamation of true happiness.

I realize that the purpose I have in life is to please the maker of the universe.
That is why I was put on Earth.
If I can’t please Him then I have nothing left to
Live
Breath
Exercise my mind
And die for.

So why should I let you phase me?
I will not.
I won’t.

Because I am here to phase you.

Tialia B.