tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64979486912560808892024-03-05T18:39:54.805+12:00DubblexDiariespoetry prose & photos with reverb playerDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-78672452984106145192015-02-01T08:44:00.001+11:302015-02-01T08:50:06.727+11:30"Free Your Mind and Your Ass Will Follow" P. FunkAre we just all slaves to society?<br />
Lack of variety<br />
What do the conspiracy theorist say?<br />
Do you live in a red or blue state?<br />
I live in a New York State of mind just like Nas<br />
Caught up in the Wizard of Oz<br />
Oh where oh where can that black messiah be I think he got shot by NYPD<br />
Stop and Frisk walk at your own risk<br />
Where is the justice for Eric Gardner he can't breathe I can't breathe we can't breathe or believe the brutality against humanity<br />
The only ones breathing are the one percent they sleep fine as they collect our fines<br />
Caught in a bind going blind on the the chopping line<br />
Blind sided by the bankers bullied by Wall Street what a feat the taste of defeat<br />
I sit and watch my bank account plummet from a small summit<br />
We shall overcome, overcome it<br />
What's the plan to move ahead before we reach the day of the dead<br />
Break the seal go ahead and steal the government steals from me<br />
This year I will pay $9000 in taxes way too much for the middle classes<br />
Goddamn Uncle Sam I wish I could slam go blam blam boom<br />
Tax the rich yes tax them they are the ones who can pay but don't pay they get away<br />
Look at Bernie Madoff he made off with billions<br />
How can that be? Ponzi scheme was his theme living the dream<br />
Yeah but now he's someone's bitch getting anally raped ponzi that<br />
Big time hustle that's all companies are a big time hustle<br />
They do what the little guy does on the street but that don't get arrested they get kick backs<br />
Those are the facts while the little guy sells corner crack and heroine smack<br />
Gets the jail shack shackles, shackles shuffle<br />
All those criminals in a line three strikes in some states adds up to a life time<br />
Imagine that a life time behind those dirty violent walls<br />
Getting old and dieing getting sick slowly deteriorating and waiting for a sentence that Never ends till your funeral probably buried your body in the back yard<br />
Enclosed fences never free when the state owns your body<br />
But what about the mind when it is confined over time<br />
Does it slip lose grip solitary confinement makes many flip<br />
Get hip to this we are the only country to enforce solitary confinement it's so inhuman<br />
America has the biggest prison population in all of creation<br />
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What does that tell you?<br />
Control it's all about control and who is and who is not on the dole or payroll <br />
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<br />DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-63011813630934979212015-01-27T22:43:00.002+11:302015-01-27T22:43:55.329+11:30Forgotten Memories Daily the deluge of doses keeps me hovering on low<br />
I move slow I forget time and time forgets me<br />
Where was I formed I wonder<br />
The religious folks believe God made me but then who made God<br />
What was before the Big Bang nothingness<br />
Cold blackness an eternal vacuum of gloom<br />
Oh if I could go back to the start of this crazy ass faction<br />
I would pledge my soul for good<br />
So many mean people in the world and they all suck<br />
Love is hard to find to be kind<br />
I wish to link together the chain of infinity<br />
Bring back my heart from the brink of destruction<br />
I wish to taste the wind<br />
Climb the highest mountain K2<br />
Stand on the summit and embrace the top of the world<br />
Tranquility I seek thee rest on my naked body<br />
Spring through my veins<br />
My blood is boiling with disaster<br />
Decrepit and retched I wish to escape the stink of my groin<br />
The water it hurts me burns my skin<br />
A sudden sting to ring it's a big thing<br />
Let me ride that north shore wave to the border line of insanity<br />
Take me in your mist you running Rapids<br />
Hold me in your deepest of swells<br />
Ride me to the desert sand hold my hand<br />
On this bipolar roller coaster<br />
Up up up and away<br />
Down down down I feel my stomach sink my head is thrown back<br />
I can't relax I need that avenue I can't find myself<br />
A wander Jew a lost gypsy a timeless hippie<br />
Oh if I could fling myself to the stars and soar on a Falcons wings<br />
I want that birds eye view of the city skyline<br />
Perch on the Freedom Tower dangle from the Empire State Building<br />
Swing like Tarzan over quicksand<br />
You will find me in your fantasy in that erased dream<br />
Fast forward this world has no rewind<br />
Take a selfie of your soul next timeDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-83697868740004159582015-01-24T09:36:00.000+11:302015-01-24T09:38:05.449+11:30Wayword SpiralDigging in the trenches of my mind thoughts are like land mines<br />
enter the deepest depth of a crazy solitude in the worst mood<br />
happiness fails to find me even though I googled it many times<br />
sadness lingers like a unwanted mole a thick scab has formed on my heart<br />
looking for the turn off exit sign I'm stuck on the 95 from here to Florida<br />
traffic is running bumper to bumper rubber necking<br />
whom can I turn to flee my sorrow staring at an avalanche of tomorrow's<br />
everyday another dose of pills fills my body my brain turns numb<br />
I dance in the deluge of my depression and wait to embrace the sweet tears<br />
115 years old is the oldest person in the world what a torture chamber of misery that would be for me<br />
I just try to hold on to survive the day<br />
night time comes and some how I mange to peer my head up over the covers<br />
yes my bed is my escape wishing to dream till I die<br />
I dream of my mother with her face swiveling in my head<br />
maybe I wish to join her for she has long since passed<br />
her ashes sit in my apartment but yet her spirit consumes me<br />
where might she be on this cold January night out of sight<br />
if only I could shake this onslaught of madness<br />
to be awakened from my nightmare released from the mess inside my skull<br />
god dammit boy pull yourself up from your boot straps you may say<br />
some may think it's not that bad but oh if you could spend the day inside my mind<br />
you could see the darkness sink down the walls of my soul<br />
slip down the throat of my heart and taste the bitterness of the moment<br />
it gets harder to rise then it was yesterday it gets more difficult to decipher the condition of my mental<br />
this journey that I have embarked on seems to have no jump off point no start no beginning<br />
oh I know I started somewhere somehow with a sperm and an egg<br />
but somewhere it all went south down hill with no brakes falling from 30,000 feet with no parachute<br />
DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-78298054890765160242015-01-24T07:44:00.000+11:302015-01-24T07:44:43.588+11:30The Presence of AbsenceWeather the warm storm of a heart flood mixed in mud blood<br />
Blending the fore front of time<br />
Howling in a dirty wind<br />
Soaking in a nasty breeze<br />
Peep show striptease<br />
Everybody wants their lion share<br />
Get your billions back America<br />
Taxing the souls of taxpayers<br />
Criminal minds say pay me in cash<br />
Quick dash fuck you pay me<br />
The invisible mantra of mayhem maybe the end<br />
Stacks of old money run blue in the veins<br />
Pull in the reins on the African jungle rain<br />
Don't kill the beast of Crowley unleash the 666<br />
Caught in the Devils mix does not exist<br />
Too many waiting for that white Cadillac ride to the other side<br />
Some wait for heaven others for Dantes inferno<br />
Sporting a pitchfork and a halo<br />
While I dream of the dead on a Cinco De Mayo Mexican Saturday night<br />
My bones are dry my eyes won't cry<br />
Silence slips through my finger tips<br />
Somewhere along the line they clipped my angel wings<br />
Buzz cut my spirit and tamed my crazy horse<br />
I run off course in the land of the lost<br />
Riding bare back in a Hopi sun<br />
I wish to burn brightest on my long down fall<br />
Into to next season intoxicated on words<br />
Drunk off lust and high on crime<br />
I sail into the black hole of the abyss with my eyes wide shut<br />
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<br />DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-26207877303980478272015-01-21T01:02:00.000+11:302015-01-21T01:02:03.687+11:30Sweetly bitterNo end to the race no end to the chase caught again in the back of my mind playing with c4 hit the floor I got the sweetest moonshine from Alaska to baton rouge sure to make you body shake sometimes I wonder what will kill me make me die transpire show me the body of evidence maybe an accident or some lay wasting disease will get me makes me wonder when my time is going to be up no I wouldn't mine not waking up again being dead escaping my head for sure to vanish into the mist disappear like bang the Big Bang the big easy the big dead head how many more days on this long road of sorrowsDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-70839247277369204182013-01-14T13:10:00.001+11:302013-01-14T13:27:03.671+11:30Where To Fit In<div style="color: yellow; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Don't think heaven is
free<br />
You must pay a renter’s fee<br />
Space is hard to find cuz people stay a very long time<br />
You want a room here?<br />
We got 40 billion people living in a studio<br />
Look out the window you can see hell on the horizon<br />
God is our landlord<br />
He never gives heat cuz heaven is cold<br />
He says you must pay me in gold if you want to save your soul if<br />
You’ll be sent to hell if you can't afford the rent </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">There are nice co ops but
they’re filled with spirits rising from cemetery plots<br />
Angels sit on the co op board and complain how recent tenants have spilled sin
all over the new wall to wall carpets<br />
Space as at a premium but we have nice time share locations<br />
All the rich live in the projects on the south side<br />
The poor live in beach condos<br />
People are always moving in and bitching about why no animals are allowed in
the apartments<br />
Yes heaven is not free<br />
What were you thinking getting a two year lease that never ever expires<br />
And yes after 30 days you can still be evicted if you break one of the ten
rules of conduct<br />
Management reserves the right to evict any resident<br />
Don't fall behind in your rent because every day their are a million new
tenants<br />
Yes heaven is over crowed<br />
The price is very high it's the only place everyone wants to go but is afraid
of the expensive long hearse death ride<br />
Hell is free everybody is accepted no discrimination. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The devil slumlord turns
up the heat in the summer<br />
There is no running water<br />
No lights<br />
Fights every nights<br />
Constant break ins<br />
No rules or regulations<br />
The staircases are never clean<br />
Paint peeling walls filled with lead poison<br />
Billions of squatters live in burned out buildings<br />
The angels are all full time arsonists<br />
Everyday a new building is set on fire<br />
Everybody complains<br />
Satan says what do you expect when everything is free<br />
5 trillion homeless sleep on the streets<br />
Yes hell is overcrowded and all the doors are locked<br />
It's one big prison<br />
A list of all your sins is display proudly in full color tattoos<br />
The inmates run the asylum<br />
Yes Satan is the warden everyday burned rice and beans are served<br />
There are no correction officers, no cops<br />
Every other second another prisoner is shanked<br />
Hell is dark and stank<br />
The criminally insane sit on the co op board and only the worst of the worst
get to live in best apartments in the basement<br />
Yes hell is overcrowded</span></div>
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Dying of thirst <o:p></o:p></div>
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lost in a wild fire <o:p></o:p></div>
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burned by blow back <o:p></o:p></div>
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stomach growling <o:p></o:p></div>
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fingers twitching <o:p></o:p></div>
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trying to reach and grasp the wind <o:p></o:p></div>
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my life is oozing slowly like wounds that won’t heal <o:p></o:p></div>
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blood drips from my soul as everything folds <o:p></o:p></div>
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I hear the drunk Hispanic man on 168 Street and Broadway
yelling out mi vida, mi vida, mi vida, tengo hambre, <o:p></o:p></div>
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hungry for what I can’t have <o:p></o:p></div>
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hungry for what my hands fail to hold <o:p></o:p></div>
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thirsty for my brain lost in my psychosis <o:p></o:p></div>
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not rooted in reality <o:p></o:p></div>
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my life’s in a tail spin <o:p></o:p></div>
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a free for all fall <o:p></o:p></div>
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parched in the driest desert <o:p></o:p></div>
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waking in pools of fear <o:p></o:p></div>
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on the precipice of disaster <o:p></o:p></div>
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trying to run faster <o:p></o:p></div>
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I can’t catch my breath <o:p></o:p></div>
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running from death <o:p></o:p></div>
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my life is starving <o:p></o:p></div>
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shriveled up and anorexic <o:p></o:p></div>
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depressed and dejected <o:p></o:p></div>
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spiraling down like a slinky on the steps of Machu Picchu <o:p></o:p></div>
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no food can feed me <o:p></o:p></div>
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liquid fails to satisfy my cotton mouth <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m lost on the summit in a moment I will plummet <o:p></o:p></div>
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my life is falling apart like a Volkswagen with 400,000
miles on it <o:p></o:p></div>
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The inside is dying <o:p></o:p></div>
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waiting to die <o:p></o:p></div>
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my spirit is frying <o:p></o:p></div>
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my life is hungry <o:p></o:p></div>
<!--EndFragment-->DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-32932873901965832702012-07-19T09:27:00.001+11:302012-07-19T09:28:46.536+11:30Venting Again<br />
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I want to vent about the crack heads in the ghetto<o:p></o:p></div>
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The meth mouths in the middle and south<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent about fracking dirty water and worldwide
genocides<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The new world order the free masons and <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fi Bata Capa’s sorority and frat house hazing<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The on coming apocalypses cops’ glock clips and slave master
whips<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The holocaust and all that was lost<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Harvard and Yale graduates on welfare lines <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
a sign of desperate times<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent like the 99 percent about the mistreatment<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Climate change and global warming and the on coming ice age
that is forming<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Disfigured and deformed lab animals.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The treatment of cattle M16 gun rattle in a senseless battle<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent about the poor and indigent dying by the
millions of aids <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
because of drug companies making money on pharmaceutical
cures while Magic Johnson analyzes NBA games with his HIV looking in perfect
health<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent about the abundance of wealth kept to self <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And covert missions marked as stealth <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Private wars by black water and black ops <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The hijacking of the Internet the censorship fighting in the
Middle East <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and embargo in the Gaza strip<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent about the high drop out rate of truant high
school students <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and unemployment numbers zooming up like a thermometer in
the Sahara desert <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Children in third world countries living in shantytown
shacks and sleeping on dirt<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Acid rain pollution and nuclear waste <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
first amendment rights and the constitution defaced <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent about child porn and the sex trade <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
children loosing limbs and legs to land minds and grenades<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Republican’s threaten to cut Social Security while <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
spending trillions on homeland Security<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent about sending people to outer space while
whole families are displaced and the ongoing arms race<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The United States government smuggling and selling cocaine <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
paying $12 a pack for Marlboro cigarettes while doing under
handed deals ‘<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
in back alleys to cop a dime bag of weed<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Legalize that shit already<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent about pregnant moms on heroin<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Like Neil Young said “I’ve seen the needle and the damage
done.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to vent and let it all hang out like an ass-naked 352
woman <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
strolling down Wall Street<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
More to say then I can write more to write then I can say<o:p></o:p></div>DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-89780002201187624702012-05-24T03:05:00.001+11:302012-05-24T03:07:14.037+11:30Lost In The Tech Age<style>
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I forgot my password</div>
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Can’t seem to remember it</div>
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I did not forget the whole thing</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Oh no I did</div>
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What was my username?</div>
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What? I forgot that too</div>
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Damn</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now I can’t work on my website</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Got to call the tech guy</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now he asked what is my customer id</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I said excuse me what’s that </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I spend time entering possible combinations</div>
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I know one of them has to work, has to </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I try different letters and numbers</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My frustration grows as I keep getting that same wrong
password window</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The browser mocks me YOU FORGOT YOUR PASSWORD</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So many numbers and passwords form debit card, locker, bank
number, depart of Ed employee number social security, checking account myspace,
gmail, hotmail, facebook, twitter </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s all too much to keep in my head</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My computer remembers all my log in information</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But from time to time some how the info gets lost on my hard
drive</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What is my secret question?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What’s the answer to my secret question?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Which email account did I use to register for this site</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to see my home page</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Should have wrote down the stuff on a sticky note</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Or put it in a word file</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I smack myself in the forehead</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I curse myself</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I forgot my password to my email</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
How can I check my email to get the new temporary password?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My nightmare continues</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Did I use upper or lower case letters?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Did I use symbols and numbers?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I start to pull out my hair</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wrong password</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wrong username</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wrong password</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wrong username</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s highlighted in red</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I watch the page reload and hope this time it will work</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
my faulty memory</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I think maybe I should just say fuck it and start a new
account</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But what about all my emails all my friends and followers</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I image tons of important emails coming in that I can’t
check</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
People leaving incredible comments on my facebook page</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Having one hundred new followers on twitter</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Having hundreds of hits on my flickr photos</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I take a deep breath and sigh</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I watch the little dots appear on the screen in the password
box</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I cross my fingers and toes</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I try and try like some hacker trying to break a code</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I want to explode </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Finally I remember the email account I used</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I check the email</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Get my username and new temporary password</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Go back to the website </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Type everything in again</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s a miracle I can see all my shit</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I create a new password but again I don’t write it down</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Set to repeat the same thing over again</div>DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-612971394786195322012-05-10T09:35:00.001+11:302012-05-24T03:07:57.208+11:30Mic check Mic check<style>
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We are back again I represent the 99 percent</div>
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Who resents the one percent who has all the money that is
spent</div>
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They got millions and billons to satisfy the greedy </div>
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They don’t care to feed the needy</div>
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We camp out and protest the mess<br />
of this so-called
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We march and demonstrate to try to alter our fate</div>
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Plastic bullets are fired and still we remain inspired</div>
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Tear gas is thrown in the crowd </div>
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panic sweeps through like a jet stream in the fogginess</div>
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We wonder where is the freedom where is the justice</div>
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What crime did we commit?</div>
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No one is read their rights. It’s not explained why they’re
detained</div>
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Americans young old from all backgrounds and colors<br />
dragged with plastic handcuffs on their wrists</div>
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Thousands arrested when we protest and resist</div>
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Someone’s forgotten my first amendment rights</div>
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Someone’s forgotten my right to free assembly</div>
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Someone has forgotten this is a democracy</div>
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The 99% reach out and rise from a flicker on Wall Street<br />
to
a flame burning through our countries main streets to<br />
around the world north
south west and east</div>
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Hear the sound of marching feet to defeat the elite </div>
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We protest against the bankers’ bailouts</div>
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We protest against foreclosed homes</div>
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Our outrageous student loans</div>
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Against our working homeless</div>
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We stand against big money in politics </div>
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We demand healthcare for the poor who are sick</div>
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We amass to stand against corporate greed</div>
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We chant for freedom from poverty for those in need</div>
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The police come in the dead of night and rip<br />
down our
protest signs</div>
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They rip down tents and tarps</div>
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They trash thousands of library books</div>
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They herd us with horses to force us to change<br />
our marching
courses</div>
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spray us with mace,</div>
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fence us in with blockades </div>
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The right wing money controlled media turns a blind eye</div>
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What is their reply?</div>
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Will you sit idly by?</div>
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What is the future for our children in this economy? </div>
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This country is full of irony</div>
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We condemn other countries for limiting freedom of speech </div>
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but can’t see our own hypocrisy</div>
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Corporations are not people</div>
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We need a country that is equal</div>
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So mic check this nation</div>
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Let the unions take to the streets</div>
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Demonstrate a strike</div>
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Let us close down ports in Oakland California New York and
Florida</div>
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Demonstrate in the streets of D.C.</div>
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Occupy Wall Street close down the stock exchange</div>
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We are the 99 percent screaming it’s time for a change. </div>
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<br /></div>DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-2190413278098166882011-11-28T04:46:00.002+11:302011-11-28T05:03:52.784+11:30I have more to say then I can writeI have more to say then I can write<br /><br /><br />More to write then I can say<br />More to do then can be done<br />More to remember then I can forget<br />Pursuits and quests take me on a mental voyage wresting through intellectual seas<br />I envision a better me in the future <br />In Seconds there’s a vast improvement to my empathy<br />As humanity’s cries are crushed under the weight of one trillion dollars they holler<br />Couldn’t you have spared a few dollars so my baby has clean water to drink?<br />Can’t you spare a few euros so for some clean clothes?<br />Nobody knows the depth of a man’s despair when he’s entrapped in enslavement<br />Mentally, physically, spiritually,<br />As is done to us daily because we’re the 99 percent<br />Two black holes colliding is the gripping emotion of a man before a vile action is taken<br />Changing his destiny like a shifting of the axis on the intergalactic seascape<br />How can he recapture his yesterdays <br />his purity <br />his innocence?<br />Now most of us are penniless<br />His fortune fueled by his missteps<br />We walk this planet with unhealed bleeding wounds on our souls<br />And I keep trying to imagine a healing of the injury a complete recovery<br />To return to a whole state of being<br />Not only for me but for this great nation<br />We are made in unique perfection selected for prominence<br />No matter your name<br />No matter your color<br />No matter your country<br />We are made for brilliance,<br />To see our destiny and shine<br />I have more to say then I can writeDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-8865014151220949532011-06-09T14:46:00.000+11:302013-06-28T14:07:12.146+11:30The Sanctity of Marriage<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Times; panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:Times; panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Times; mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-no-proof:yes;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:10.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Times; mso-ascii-font-family:Times; mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-hansi-font-family:Times;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style> --> <br />
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He watches the playboy channel and masturbates in front of his wife </div>
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she thinks he’s lost his mind </div>
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to be doing this in front of her after all this time</div>
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She just sucked his dick for the first time </div>
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but could not bring herself to swallow the sperm </div>
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she was concerned </div>
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Now she wonders if he’s cheating and it’s not just his dick he’s beating </div>
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She sees porn girls on his FaceBook account </div>
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there was an intervention with his mother in-law and wife </div>
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he cried and said he didn’t know his intentions </div>
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did he have to mention a proposition from a women about a sexual position? </div>
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how could he stray with four kids and claims he wants another baby by the way </div>
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he jerks his wifes head down and pushes it towards his cock </div>
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she tells him to stop </div>
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and puts him on a sex diet </div>
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he is starving to hit it </div>
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the drama unfolds as his teenage son puts his two cents in the dispute </div>
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on Twitter he follows girls who are cute </div>
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maybe he really want a prostitute </div>
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he wants his woman to be bitch hoe and mother to his kids </div>
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she doesn’t know what to make of his change of attitude </div>
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treats her ike some slut he wishes to poke</div>
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she said he’s kind of crude </div>
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he went to therapy </div>
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to cure him of what he couldn’t see</div>
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and after one session he said now I see the problem is you not me</div>
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now he looks at her with hate</div>
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she looks at him and cries</div>
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he complains his early twenties wild oats times was deprived</div>
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now he’s staying with his sister </div>
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hopefully the marriage won’t end up in an infidelity smoke </div>
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DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-75087848693017711672011-06-01T07:38:00.004+11:302011-06-03T14:46:53.606+11:30America's Apology<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Times; panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:Times; panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Times; mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-no-proof:yes;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:10.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Times; mso-ascii-font-family:Times; mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-hansi-font-family:Times;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal">Congress was in session</p> <p class="MsoNormal">to apologize for 400 years of oppression </p> <p class="MsoNormal">in succession </p> <p class="MsoNormal">America are you really sorry for the slave ships </p> <p class="MsoNormal">for the bull whips</p> <p class="MsoNormal">for the lynching and raping</p> <p class="MsoNormal">for killing of slaves who were escaping</p> <p class="MsoNormal">it’s a hole in your history that's still gaping</p> <p class="MsoNormal">the selling and buying</p> <p class="MsoNormal">of humanity </p> <p class="MsoNormal">couldn't you see this was insanity</p> <p class="MsoNormal">looting nations for their population</p> <p class="MsoNormal">did this bring some consternation</p> <p class="MsoNormal">where is the give back for lifetimes of free labor and breaking of backs</p> <p class="MsoNormal">to the billions of dollars made off of crops and cotton stacks</p> <p class="MsoNormal">America look over the facts<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">this land is a ceiling and floor filled with bleeding cracks</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Is your apology done down on bended knee</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You try to forget the atrocity with little civility </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A monetary apology for those descendents of slavery </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Would be a better way to say sorry</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For the mass graves of African slaves</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The separation of families </p> <p class="MsoNormal">America this is your history </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"font-family:";" >Like an open wound no way to shut it</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">murders, raping and maiming </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I'm sorry just doesn’t cut it</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-87869339860783185702011-01-20T18:18:00.001+11:302011-01-20T18:20:43.702+11:30I'm not down yetBring it<br />I sing it<br />Just gonna fling it<br />Go off the top and wing it<br />I got to do my best<br />So put me to the test<br />Let the troubles come son<br />And watch me overcome every one<br />This life is a constant fight<br />In the thick of the fight of my life<br />It’s life or death so i got to be set <br />it’s my survival instinct <br />I stay on the brink trying not to sink<br />So bring it<br />Yet another day<br />Another trouble<br />For the dubble-X<br />What’s next got to be ready for what ever<br />Death haunts me, wants to sever my connections<br />But I’m gonna survive this hurricane weather<br />Whatever it takes<br />I try not to break<br />So bring it<br />I can curve and move straight<br />Through the hard times<br />The tough binds<br />I won’t resign <br />On the edge of crossing the last line<br />Dancing on my last nerve <br />Tinkering on the edge caught in a wedge<br />So bring it<br />Another bad job<br />Another rowdy kid mob<br />I motivate watch me create<br />I got what it takes since I busted out the gate<br />So bring it watch me sting it <br />I’m cooked but not done<br />I get stunned<br />Get knocked to the mat <br />then I snap right backDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-82367126489947273462010-11-07T02:14:00.000+11:302010-11-07T02:20:16.982+11:30Ground ZeroA ground of heroes<br />Trying to save those who could not evade the day<br />A day that will never fade<br />Many buried under a trouble of rubble<br />Graves, unmarked graves<br />Bodies broken and torn beyond recognition<br />An unthinkable strike came to fruition<br />The devastation of man made creation<br />The situation seems bleak has havoc was wreaked<br />The Twin Towers was a symbol of power<br />Took years to build knocked down in less than an hour<br />These buildings etched our skyline <br />Most took for granted they’d stand the test of time<br />Workers inside typing, trading, clicking, mailing, faxing, emailing, talking, telephoning, walking, waiting, goofing off, debating, thinking of tonight, that they’d make love tonight or overcome a marital fight<br />In an instant their lives were gone, gone, gone<br />Thrown into terror this should’ve been an error<br />It’s a nightmare instead<br />This fear<br />This smoke<br />Did commercial planes fly into the World Trade Center?<br />My mind can’t get around it <br />can’t understand it.<br />The smoke rises out of the copy room window<br />Thick black smoke<br />Smoke to choke<br />Smoke to kill<br />A smoke of death<br />I stare into the distance expecting to see The Towers materialize before my eyes<br />The words fall out of peoples mouths and rest on my ears<br />Did you hear! The World Trade Centers fell! They’re gone!<br />Trying to process <br />to compute, how many people worked in those buildings, how many kids will not have a mother, a father, a bother, a sister, a boyfriend a girlfriend, a close friend, an enemy, a loved one a spouse<br />MISSING is the word that is flashed across the TV screen<br />M I S S I N G<br />So many missing<br />Missing in action,<br />Lost, disappeared into a cloud of dust - just like that - missing<br />How they’re missing them<br />Missing them<br />Hoping wishing<br />Praying looking<br />Countless sleepless nights.<br />“What floor were they on? It’s a phrase<br />What floor?<br />How high?<br />In our minds we imagine<br />We do the math<br />How fast could they get down to get out<br />Breakdowns shout.<br />The trauma of the tragedy is woven deep in my mind<br />The trauma of the traumatized as a nation needs therapy<br />I saw planes crash into buildings people burned alive<br />We have witnesses to see thousands die.<br />80 stories high people jump to their deaths<br />In my dreams I see it again and againDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-10995450434331773092010-09-28T10:29:00.001+11:302010-09-28T10:30:40.073+11:30Love is a dangerous diseaseLove seizes you unexpectedly <br />changes you makes you act crazy<br />Many are quickly overcome with matters of the heart<br />Love lingers and drifts in your vicinity <br />Love hovers suddenly like a helicopter<br />It makes no sense and at last love is blind<br />Love finds us as we try to hide and avoid the collide<br />Once we get a taste of love its flavor lingers in our mouth <br />its hormones stay in our nostrils <br />love hangs and dangles from our lips <br />as hands trace naked bodies with thrusting hip<br />Love overwhelms and drowns its victims in a sea of emotions<br />Love never dies and in many cases is a terminal condition so <br />don't run to your physician cause he can only listen <br />no drugs or prescriptions can be given to make it subside<br />Big love is riding high waiting for your reply <br />some try to resist but it's hopeless <br />I must confess taking the Love fall strikes us all <br />Falling in love could make you lose your grip and slip<br />It's simple and at the same time complex <br />Sometimes it adds stress<br />Sometimes love breaks up or ends is success<br />Some fall in love over and over again and again <br />like there is no end the two try to blend to one <br />at times love comes undone like loosely <br />tied shoes or knots the love just stops<br />Does love grow cold when it gets old <br />When too much strife breaks up husband and wife<br />At times some love lasts for life <br />Other times loves takes hikes not to return <br />too bad the burn<br />Love should come easily <br />should be free as can beDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-32180474599693957092010-09-06T04:19:00.001+11:302012-05-10T11:31:20.993+11:30Spoken Word PostWe recently discovered our Gcast was dead so we are putting this up for the meantime until we figure something else out.<br />
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Dupplex?” they pronounced it<br />I declined to correct DubbleX<br />hands cuffed tightly behind my back<br />they took my wallet ID and sticker pack<br />I told them I was mentally ill<br />My leg started shaking they told me to chill<br />They asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital<br />I silently shook my head no<br />I had trouble getting into the back of the squad car<br />When the door was ajar<br />The portly Hispanic officer with a police badge around her neck told me sit down but first<br />I feared the worst<br />I did not want to go to prison<br />For my graffiti sin<br />But it was either go to the station in the blue and white car <br />or they offered the loony bin<br />I finally got in<br />I sat in the back begged them not to lock me up<br />I was nowhere near tough enuf when it comes to this stuff<br />The officer said you’ll get a ticket and go in front of a judge<br />My background will have a graffitied smudge<br />The round butch looking Latina officer led me inside the station<br />I could not believe my situation<br />She said maybe you’ll get off with a ticket<br />And we’ll 86 it<br />Then they found six prescriptions in my bag<br />The names of the medicines they could not pronounce<br />One officer flipped through the scripts and shook his head<br />I said maybe they will let me bounce<br />The Hispanic officer said you have to wait in the cell<br />Until the paper work was done then they’d bid me farewell<br />They took my belt and shoes<br />I sat there in my socks<br />Back and forth I rocked<br />Still in shock now I was locked <br />They gave me a pink ticket and released me<br />I was so happy to be prison free I could not see<br />Today is the court day I must face<br />A long line of people only one from the white race<br />All hoping to beat their case<br />Minorities like me<br />All copping a plea<br />One guy said he got a ticket for playing basketball in the park at nighttime<br />The sign said the park closed at dusk so the police made the bust<br />We passed the security checkpoint<br />They searched everything<br />Looking for a weapon I did not bring<br />I got upstairs a long line snaked through a large room<br />A guy behind me said plead not guilty<br />Another guy with dreads falling out of his head said<br />Back in the day he use to get up<br />Said graffiti is like a drug addiction<br />I need to grow up and get in remission<br />Finally I reached the window counter <br />I gave the woman I encountered my pink ticket which I had almost lost before when I switched to my new Ed Hardy bag<br />To my relief she said my case had been dismissed<br />The police failed to file their complaints, guess they didn’t care about this<br />I smiled and went on my way to do more graffiti the very next dayDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-3794530057425468792010-07-27T07:54:00.001+11:302010-07-27T11:44:48.203+11:30Ethnic DomicileSummer in Washington Heights<br />Dominicans open fire hydrants<br />releasing water at full pressure<br />The gutter is quickly turned into a river<br />People forced to hop over curbs to keep sandaled feet from getting wet<br />The water spews out like a jet<br />Kids dripping with sweat<br />Adults work a wrench to open the tightly twisted hydrant cap<br />Old coffee cans are held over hydrant as water shoots up high into the sun filled sky<br />Young kids get drenched<br />Garbage on the sidewalk leaves an unpleasant scent<br />Hamburger Meat gets grilled on street corners<br />Thousands sit on beach and lawn furniture in the street<br />In front of what used to be an old horse stable<br />Is now an electrical station<br />In front of dilapidated buildings<br />In front of ghetto shadows<br />Surrounded by lamppost light sitting in huddles<br />Lazily laying on bed comforters and sheets<br />Young mothers and children jam the stoop steps in front of the building forcing me to squeeze by<br />Kids draw with kaleidoscope of colorful chalk on the sidewalk<br />Loud merengue music is played deep into the heat of night boils<br />The music rises and burns from outdoor backyard patios and fries sizzle in the sun<br />Cold pushcarts carrying blocks of ice are pushed over cracked sidewalks<br />The sound of shaved ice as colorful flavors mix and melt in the day’s oppressive simmer<br />Thermometers reach triple digits<br />young women wear tight fitting shorts revealing their ass curves<br />Old women walk with black umbrellas posing as parasols<br />Young boys and men play baseball in traffic with green tennis balls a steel bat a square strike zone drawn on a post office red brick wall<br />People scatter as the ball is punished by the bat - zooms across the street at a rapid rate<br />Screams and laughter outside my dark window<br />Fights break out and nobody calls the cops<br />Grown men sit around squared tables and throw down white polka doted dominos<br />blunt marijuana smoke hangs in the humid air<br />cold beer and frozen water sales rise for bodegas<br />Iced coolers containing cold drinks and hotdogs get dragged and carried to the street<br />The black get blacker<br />The light skinned turn brown<br />The fair skinned burn<br />Young men stroll the hood in white wife beaters and play basketball bare-chested<br />hallway doors are propped open for a nonexistent breeze<br />street merchants fill the side walk selling junk at discount prices<br />way uptown in Washington Heights everybody waits for the sun to go downDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-76848758815708195792010-07-01T09:36:00.002+11:302010-11-24T07:13:35.185+11:30my phone is dyingtalking fast<br />the battery won’t last<br />my phone is dying<br />it keeps on crying <br />it beeps and beeps <br />to tell me the battery is depleted<br />A new charge is needed <br />this phone call will end <br />can’t talk with my friends <br />all my phone numbers are locked inside this device <br />keeps singling me it’s out of life <br />my charger’s at home<br />I say fuck this stupid ass phone <br />Cell phones attached to waistbands <br />hanging out in pockets <br />swimming around in bags and purses <br />the cell rings I begin another frantic search<br />then curse when on its 5th ring the phone still can’t be located<br />Then the worst thing imaginable happens<br />the phone gets lost <br />The dreaded upheaval<br />It needs retrieval <br />You feel it in your chest <br />when your phone can’t be located you get stressed then depressed <br />Losing a phone is like losing your child <br />it's like a lover <br />always with you close by at your side <br />you call your phone from a prehistoric landline <br />and hear it ring again and again you hear your own voice message <br />you retrace your steps <br />go into stores <br />call the subway lost and found <br />but it still can’t be found. <br />The only number you remember is your own and your mother’s <br />Instantly you’ve lost all your contacts <br />all your friends your associates <br />if you’d simply blue toothed the numbers to your home computer <br />You sink to think of all the calls you’re missing <br />Yet you can still retrieve your voice messages <br />which merely serves to cause more anguish <br />you make a list of the people in your phone <br />suddenly you feel so alone <br />you weep and cry and moan <br />you could die <br />you want to hold a funeral service for your lost phone but you can’t call anyone to come<br />You dread the possibility that you may need to make new contacts and friends <br />you listen to your voice mail as people call again and again <br />they start to worry that something is wrong <br />you visualize all the texts coming in all un-replied <br />you see how much you have relied on technology <br />all your ring tones and mp3’s gone for eternity <br />You become religious and pray that the person who found it will have mercy on your soul they will call you to tell you they found your cell<br />But your phone is lost <br />how can they call you?<br />you hope and pray that maybe they will call one of your friends and they will <br />tell them who you are <br />You have nightmares that somebody is putting their grimy little hands on your phone <br />looking through all the nude pictures you sent to your lover <br />crank calling your contacts <br />these are the hard facts <br />you put up flyers around the neighborhood that read <br />“missing” with a snap shot of your <br />blackberry <br />iphone <br />flip phone <br />your sidekick <br />your rumors<br />you call your mom’s number <br />since suddenly she’s your only friend <br />she doesn’t even know what texting is <br />Your heart is broken - all hope is lost<br />you think maybe I should tell my service provider about all this <br />it’s too late international charges have been racked up <br />calls to Santa Domingo<br />London <br />Columbia<br />Tanzania <br />places you never heard of<br />all the service provider can do is offer you a new phone if you re-up for another year <br />You go to work depressed <br />try to recreate some semblance of your numbers <br />you ask a friend at work for her number <br />you become a detective, “Hey do you happen to know Lori’s number?” <br />You manage to get three numbers from there <br />you call each friend and accumulate more numbers <br />you wonder how you could make such a blunder <br />Your contacts are now at six <br />you sit shiva and cry because this time your phone has really diedDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-90807230375404222982010-05-17T13:59:00.002+11:302010-05-17T14:05:15.406+11:30ReclusiveI like to stay home alone in my own zone<br />unknown<br />I hate the crowds and the traffic<br />It’s all too drastic<br />I'm a psychotic derelict<br />Tired of red tape and rhetoric<br />In my mind things get hectic<br />I turn introspective<br />Myopic and self-explosive<br />Sometimes I don’t wanna live<br />So I sit in my solitude <br />No one to intrude on my foul mood<br />I exclude myself<br />and keep myself amused <br />Waste my time surfing the net<br />At least I’m not playing Russian roulette<br />With a hollow point bullet <br />I hate to go out and face the public<br />sometimes I get so paranoid I want to avoid everything<br />Safe in the cocoon of my room <br />Smelling the perfume of my gloom<br />I sit locked up in my 10 by 12<br />My personal jail cell where my creativity excels<br />Or gets repelled by urine smell<br />My own little hell<br />I hate seeing new faces<br />And going places<br />I get trapped in my own mind <br />held hostage in my house <br />accosted by loneliness <br />exhausted<br />I hate being on the go can’t take the city’s flow<br />I move too slow<br />Want to vanish like melting snow<br />As I sink to a all time new low<br />filled with anxiety <br />Trying to keep my sobriety <br />Hating nyc <br />Don’t wanna perform wanna stay withdrawn<br />Introverted mad perverted<br />encapsulised and internalized<br />Drowning in my own demise<br />Covered in an expression of depression<br />With inward eyes<br />Like Columbian coke is smuggled<br />I stay hidden in my struggle<br />Being reclusive is a means to an endDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-59582753778309254602010-05-03T04:16:00.002+11:302010-05-05T10:17:02.168+11:30everything remains the same for clockers with glockersI walk with a ditty bop<br />My soul is filled with hip hop<br />My jeans hang below my ass crack<br />I love to listen to rap<br />talk about firing a gat<br />I dream about being gangster<br />I want to live <br />and die gangster<br />I don't run with a crew cause I can hold my own<br />My rep will be shown<br />I long to hold a fat stash of cash<br />lamping on that corner trying to get that cheddar<br />More money can make my life better<br />I grew up in the streets with lots of welfare cheats while<br />I only had welfare to eat<br />Now my cheddar goes to buy clothes <br />ain't nothing cheap to wear<br />My gear is the latest style of the year<br />Got rings of bling I stay blowing blunt rings<br />My bullets sting <br />I’ll probably end up in sing sing<br />See death in the eyes of my pupils<br />I have no scruples<br />Lawless and heartless<br />cold-blooded<br />2-diamond earring studded<br />born with a gun in my waistband<br />grown up now I’m the man<br />dark ghetto nights don't faze me<br />cause I walk with a ditty bop<br />my life is filled with gun shots<br />I’m down with the illegal<br />My rage is lethal<br />Love getting into fights when I get mad tight<br />Jumping niggas on the regular<br />Top-notch competitor<br />I got long braids <br />my girl keeps my doo laced up<br />Life is rough but I handle my business<br />My stress escalates till I steam and evaporate<br />my enemies await a terrible fate<br />Their doom or mine is built on hate<br />I walk with an original gait<br />So I got my ditty bop and my black facemask <br />rolling up on suckers is completing my task<br />I'll be keepin’ it real to my last gaspDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-51356664160627174192010-04-22T14:51:00.002+11:302010-04-23T08:54:00.506+11:30I'M Da BoMb!!!!!!!!!!!!I’m like dynamite with nitroglycerin<br />so you better keep listenin'<br />I gleam to the extreme<br />got you at gun point<br />rapid fire makes you transpire<br />I’m dangerous - no need to discuss<br />my mental state is unstable<br />got the schizophrenic label<br />but I can still cause mass hysteria<br />when you see me in the area<br />I’m the bomb<br />droppin’ napalm on Vietnam<br />let loose like an escapee running wild in your city<br />hit you with a death blow with my fist and my elbow<br />watch me grow like an afro<br />not an amateur but a pro<br />when it comes to the mic I hold<br />get on a roll<br />eat microphones like the cookie monster<br />got hunger for adjectives not your average words<br />trying to reach to the next level<br />step back and watch me levitate<br />while I create<br />another state of mind<br />intertwined with rhyme<br />commit poetry like a crime<br />someone dial 911 because here I come<br />on the dead run<br />like a motherfuckin’ freight train<br />dancing with the insane<br />no need to explain stay far away from the sane<br />I’m lazy - a lunatic a medicated derelict<br />but I stay mad sick<br />got more rhymes then a hoe who turns tricks<br />by sucking dirty dicks<br />I’m the bomb<br />so now let me just explode before I corrode<br />deep in my mode<br />writing poems in binary code<br />lining up my zeros and ones<br />don’t try to analyze my data<br />or be down with the haters<br />got my poetic radar ready to spar<br />my words leave you marred and scar<br />like you just got hit with a crow bar<br />I jump in my flow like liquid lava<br />erupt like a volcano but I’m no Pinero<br />I'm a lyrical pharaoh<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>DubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497948691256080889.post-58209580682333519182010-03-19T15:30:00.002+11:302010-03-20T14:16:05.438+11:30MorE STixS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp1ccreOnvAftY2oQNzLLtIK2ozROFMtuBpMonfajTy_m8TrzWQKQGc17OIpdMSJwTr5rhm5GWTssqNQI6zCnrdxU7jnyihQikN1wg8mZM92ioTbxKs127USa4F4TiUiVtAOSYVUPqpA0/s1600-h/4366775016_db31730174_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp1ccreOnvAftY2oQNzLLtIK2ozROFMtuBpMonfajTy_m8TrzWQKQGc17OIpdMSJwTr5rhm5GWTssqNQI6zCnrdxU7jnyihQikN1wg8mZM92ioTbxKs127USa4F4TiUiVtAOSYVUPqpA0/s400/4366775016_db31730174_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450190260059633698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try 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back from the gone <br />and move on <br />a new concoction of medical toxins <br />I wanted to jump out the window <br />to the concrete street below <br />embrace death with a warm hello <br />a voice inside said no <br />you will rise from this low <br />get back in your flow <br />on and on I go <br />to my last intro-duction <br />next production <br />next destruction <br />I wanna hit the summit <br />over come it <br />look back and say I done done it <br />like a plane loosing altitude abruptly I plummet <br />I go down in flames <br />crash land insane <br />keep looking for a way to escape my brain <br />and still remain <br />hearing voices in my head calling my name <br />the psychiatrist and therapist insist <br />something must be done about this <br />want to place me on the disability list <br />my creative abilities persist <br />can’t find a way to make money of this <br />so I pound my fist <br />and get pissedDubbleXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15961190247392304222noreply@blogger.com3