Soul Sista Versus Soul Brotha

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Soul sista/ ~ELODY

unlike you, you who would write
"baby"
you say just baby in the subject;
and i hear your voice
hear you call me baby.
baby (baby said slow, said drawn out with kwadjo flow mojo go say baby)
one word: baby
one world in "baby"
a complete coprhensive conversation in one word...
in one word a universe. one word enough, in one word everything.
there would be no more.
there would be no more.
nothing extra-dont
bring text- ra-dio or media- dont
bring journalism, cost effective, expedience- dont
bring globilazation or convenience- dont
make it more than what it is.
don't add irrelevence:
no flourishes in communication
no embellishment of apreciation
only benevolence:
no introduction body conclusion
no stucture conforminty or confusion
one word: baby
one world in "baby"
simple, cuddle into your dimple, comfort word
hindu, release the mind into, retort the absurd
one word: baby-
one world in "baby"
baby like infant like lover like life
baby like innocence like ignorance of strife
in just one word.
baaaaaaby: baby said slow, said drawn out slow with flow like kwadjo know how
one word: baby
one world in "baby"
unlike you, baaaaaby
unlike you i will write more
unlike you, i will write more than "baby"
i will not hold a universe in a single word.
a world in a word.
instead i will write more
instead, i will begin to explore
more, more words to convey the meaning we already know
exists - meaning that exists without this frivilous show
show of words
show of word flow rythm sunglow baby dont go - yet
because i am not done yet
i have a point to make, let
the excess go
and lay low.
listen...

"baby" our baby this word baby
maybe
maybe baby will be
more
baby will be a starting point
to grow a life from
our word baby is life, baby
our world baby is a life, baby
and this life will become
more
this baby will become
more

this baby has become...

a poem.


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Soul Brotha/~KWADJO

Ha ha ha
Baby maybe shady
to a femininsm lady
Maybe even say free
of a research cut and pasty
But while you go to your grave
a slave to capturing the universe in more words than one
Id be taking it all in
with an inevitible grin
SSHHHhhhh Listen...(silence)...MMMmm Bbbaabbyyyyyyyy

 

maybe baby,
you know i know your way is right
you know we know this is no fight:
we agree.
we present the opposite ends of the universe
but we agree.
combined opposite ends make neutral verse, see
we agree.

you know i am no slave
i will take no bitterness to my grave
because of my intent.
i comprehend joy, i intend joy. but i do not contend joy.
because i am content.
others try to capture the universe in verse
because they need to explain it.. and they try to contain it.. they end up
stain'in its bliss
but i capture it because i love to retain it, soak up the rain its, and i get to
remain in its kiss.

my poem is for apreciation
my verse is sweet interpretation
words not attempting explanation
words soley for celebration
of this creation
that we call universe.

i employ the verse because i love it
not because i need to but because i want to
i dont need the words, the verse
i just like them
language isnt tedium
language is just one medium
that i use.
my apreciation trancends words, verse, language,
trancends gender race size age
poetry is just one medium
that i use.
sentiments, i paint play and dance them
these arts that i use.
because i apreciate the universe with so much more than verse..
i apreciate with that same inevitable grin
words are just a part, they dont even begin
to show all of my apreciation.
words are just my linguistic smile, paint my visual smile
dancing is the smile of my body to a beat
music is soundwaves smiling in my eardrums
the whole sun smiles light smiles love smiles heat
we have to apreciate where the love is coming from
smiles feels soft sounds lush taste so sweet
love nourishes like trees like water dried plums

so live it.

i am just living while
i apreciate.
and if i happen to be living in poem today...
then baby,
i say dig.









~ELODY

 

Saw the clouds drifting through the light blue sky
Sight so uplifting I couldn't care if I died

So I said
Coolly That see...
and
Too Much apprecitation at that see...

see Catch phrases been sendin prasises
since "I have a dream" conquered racists
"We Paint Our Own Faces"
five words replaces
whole philisophical book cases
But your right despite
No matter how good it looks
The fleeting groove of constant interaction
cools with majestic hooks
Such is dance
a solid trance
As we celebrate our one chance.
So dance... Flower...
Dance...

~KWADJO

 

click "reply"
smile sly
another poem
droppin down from the sky
and i am high
on words

high on words despite
enlightened on words
despite college town suburbs

where they arrange me into chronological
immerse my life in technological
investing everything in the logical
in the organization of university
where race is considered proof of diversity
without mountain streams or innercity

in these narrow college town suburbs

here higher education somtimes forgets individual
day by day a the same schedualed ritual
creating homoginzed society and im just risidual
but if you remeber to question the preaching
sort out confomity find the real teaching
absorption of knowlege by perpetually reaching

there is a window in these colelge town suburbs

high on words despite
despite college town suburbs
because really, all i gotta do is look around
at the sky watch the swallows fly
barefoot birth dig my toes into the earth
looking in from the outside i've found
that, the key to knowlege is love
intellectualism is a tool
to conquor all that is not love
knowlege is not a weapon fool

this revolution we speak of
needs love and wisdome to rule

the world is mearly in distraction
mistaking rat racing for action
only exposed to a tiny fraction
of the earth's potential interaction

intellectualism is our new untencil
abandoned the spoon thats been feeding you lies
dont be another gretal and hansel
not seeing the witch behind the disguise
all learn truth, then ill put down down my pencil

only then i'll abandon the intellecutal
after ever single fool
has been given the gracious tool
of enlightened mutual rule
enjoying our common cool

then knowlege will will be heavan
AND ignorance will be bliss
happiness is all that leavans
the bread of life's sweet kiss

won't matter if i handwrite or computer type
because there will be no competition hype
because nothing is inherintly evil
even technology isnt the devil
its just another tool for poem

just another way to capture
the poems fallin from the sky
another day in rapture
while i wait for your reply

~ELODY

 

Theres a fine line of love I shall never cross
For this very same line hung JESUS on the cross

Were gonna be here for a while so you might as well smile
Dont live in deniel we were made to smile

Stand so high that were never gonna die
If someone pressures you just kiss them in the I

Offer peace and love and the heavens above
In a this of ways I no never get a the shove

~KWADJO

 

simplify
allow me to argue the other side
i'm just asking myself; why we do we need to classify
im just hypocrit using words while begging language to die

see even my name is a classification
its the nature of the game of articulation
its not that we need so much elaboration
im addicted to words

we have to come to this fallacy, this realization
that there is no such thing as an education
without an ivy league matriculation
that is just words

noble intent reduced to "intellectual" evaluation
of the presence or lack of "sophistication"
yet our scale is based on the quantified acumulation
of vocabulary words

our thoughts are now in predetermined rations
until we no longer belive in a simple conversation
that does not rely on the fabrication
of imaginary words

the whole world suffers while we think of our nation
our language promotes the oraganization
of concepts in terms of the sole utilization
of pronoun words

its only us and we verses he and she at this station
we are independent and proud of our derailed creation
we cant seem to find an unselfish elation
with possesion words

just as excessive thought is the root of derision
these languages have brought us mutual division
when humanitity forgot the the universal vision
of love words

~ELODY

 

NO doubt
I shout
With worries without
Come about
The grounds
where sounds
rikashe round
the towns
maken you me
and the sea
all three get down
Quite like James Brown
Because we feel good
Umm...
So I went across the seas
and was pleased to appease
all families by the unity we see
By sharing a cup of tea
see
We couldn't share the same liberties
Of Speech in portugese
But our abilities to maintain company
kept us real as the human comunity
Umm..
My english Vocabulary
Could vary so vastly its scary
all that an African toung couldn't share with me
I dont know whats scarier
The improper english errier
Or being caught behind a communication barrier

~KWADJO

 

good stuff, having fun!

 

Mmmm, yummy! There's a vibrance to your work that's hard not to get into.... very fun to read and get caught in the flow. I could see many of these levelling crowds at a spoken word meet. Great stuff!

 

THere is not enoguh gratitude on this planet to express my aprreciation for allowing me to share with you.

 

breakin the barriers of english errors
means breaking mental walls of heirarchical terrors
drop one y'all and you loose your signal
to the hauty prestigious intellectual
historically elite word devolved to incorrect
we classify dialects into those we respect
even our own rules loose thier relevence
when associated connotation loosed its elegence
even a literal conjuction for a plural "you"
is associated with uneducated southern beef stew
and if used to express a lovely innovation
will be rejected because of the lackeye connotation
superficial judgements are claiming racial inferiority
the audio equivalent is claiming dialectic superiority
so please, listen to the message within-
an accent is just the color of the message's skin.

~ELODY

 

Ha ha ha
Ight checkit
Im bouta burn
a word
so absurd
even a nerd
could respect it
Boom JAH ties
Kickin wise dumb
wisdom is the Dome
were in em'
When pushin the pull
like surfin on a bull
so cool
no not a fool
and never ever full of bull shit
We rule when up and rockin
the cools
celebraten what JAH gave to you
a holy tool which school
may not provide you in the full
But thats bullshit,
Life aint no bowl hit
its an infinite soul fit
Dont step in and out
or ya liven in doubt
not thinkin bout
the sprout which is given a shout
Exalt for ya life
or ya live in a droubt
Sorry now
probably wonderen what I talking about
Its the jive punch glide
in which harmony resides
solidified in the bind
of a world thats unified
by celebrational preaching
Not segragational speech
see
we reached a point where the
flow halts steep
There a keep movin groovin
for its the constant soul soothing
not problem robbing
by snooty snobing
your self
with an egotistical wealth
Health bends towards the good
and rewards positivities should
where no wars could
ever stomp on our foot
we just put
ourselfs in a tolerent blood
open to the world
and holering from the roof
top
stop scamin my message
with grammatical depth ridge
For thats not important
Its all about the smiles Im setten forth-man

~KWADJO

 

Ah shit Im an idiot

Read to quick and called myself a dick

I now see how unfree I am

Be it that I snapped when you analyzed my plan

Fuck. such unluck has got me stuck in a hole with no soul

Umm, which is to say I took unnessecary offens

and must now pay the cosiquence

All you said was that I capture the univeres in one verse

And of coarse I cast myself a curse and filed for devorce

Even if you were persecuting me it would only be resoluting me
or offering a maybe possibility

Your right this wasn't a fight, and I sat awake for nights
not really but I sure you can feel me

I see now the error of my ways, and for showing me this I offer appraisel
to your sunny sky eyes of light blue and hazel

Im sorry. Shit Humans can be such idiots.

Yeah I shoud probably start reading a little more carefully. Nice call chap

~KWADJO

 

baby i couldnt agree more
with the rythme lovin that is flowing
with the low jiving voice i hear glowin
when i read yours
words fit to feed lords
but whats more
words fit to feed the poor
lets read some more
bask in the glory
of this wonderful story
of of two jammin companions, no famine
that jived well, blue bell, wont sell
thier arts together forether purple heather cant teather
now you talkin a little more sense
and im talking a little more jive
tearing down our walls our fences
living every day a little more alive
not dependent just learing
satisfaction not yearning
balanced harmony not burning
calm ocean not churning
our pushing and pullin just daily tides
no way some arogance riskin joy rides
in front, abide
behind, dont hide
honesty reside

keep smiling sunshine
with your moon-smile
spreadin out your soul-fine
down every road-mile
no question'in devine
in laying down love-tile
then up grows wisdome pine
now trees are back in-style
so its up to yours and mine
to make this trend last awhile.

bubblin brook streamin up laughing water
nature-love is reclaimin our earth mother
song raising up cleaning our sky father
the beat takin over even those that couldnt bother
to take part in unity march metal piece peace sauter
everyone claiming everone as thier soul brother
the revolution is adopting a cast out daughter
and she is a unified people no cash can barter
and she's saying "you give me hope my fire-starter"
~ELODY

 

ah shit, idiot
everyone is the hypocrit
so now i forfeit
so now no one won

i think im owing you
an apology too

got to thinkin i was a god who
was always correct,Im fool

"fuck off" showin id lost my cool
trying to live by regulation and rule

forgive me if i snap sometimes
when releasing the bitter of my unripe lime
see the citrus oil is seeping into a paper-cut finger
light stinging irritation was trying to linger
so that
i have to relearn that life
is not a competition
words sometimes blade knife
grief from repitition

let go detatch i need no more
no word like "best", ill bleed no more
release me from myself before
i hurt my world from aft to fore

please, dont apologise
for challenging my stubborn guise
i turn my back but he still tries
to gently blow away the flies
of pride that are still my guides

the inevitable conclusion, finally we reach her
is that scripture and literature are both valid teachers
they are our artist writers and wisdom preachers
i grew up with no religion
you grew up with a television
our choices, our past convey
makes sense, eh?
maybe we've both been introduced
to something needed
makes dents, eh?
dents in both our stuborn ways
soemthing to be heeded
pays rent, eh?
pays to finish each conversation
each idea has been seeded
much love, eh?

my greatful words please erase the hateful words
which can fly away with birds
to find thier own heavan.
apologies and thank you
may my sensualtiy never again tank you
apreciation to your generosity-
just never again thoughtlessly
ignore approaching clouds.
if they are approaching it is the right time
clouds make wind blowing through warning wind chime
if you stand and face clouds, you'll enjoy a summer rain
turn you back will only lead to prolonged pain
of drought and storm and landscape stain
instead of soft and gentle rain
i promise you it will only gain
us our life path road lane
to lead in the right diretion
that does not right now involve erection
or drug sensuality injection
only comraderie apreciation
companionship telepathic communication
a little gentle romantification
along with our constant refutation
debates that help us learn
cools our burn
brings us each closer to our median
our neutral circle in radian
drawn closer by that gravity
levitate off one another's energy
we'll find ours in eccentricity
find ours in verse enternity
find ours in just be
in what is
and we are
and i am
and all can see
let ourselve be free of inhibition and competition
i kwadjo osei and you elody gyekis do not exist and yet we are
these constant beings do not end
running opposite and parallel,
i'm always always here for you, my friend.
~ELDOY

 

yowzahs,
doing your own thing and doing it well
dos some honest good stuff, mate!

 

horrible

 

ah, aren’t you precious,
swooping in from nowhere
and shitting.

hip cyber heads
will remember you
as a producer of shit

don’t get me wrong,
shittin’s nifty, fertilizer’s inspirational,
your product is useless

you're an adult
I assume
you can find a toilet

 

obvious you are a noob..i've been around this place for 5 years..so umm...you go flush yourself now..byebye. and your so called poem below sucks.

 

Too true,
How many
must go to their grave
a slave to misbehavior
never knowing that appreciation
is their savior
They paint thier own faces
as hate stains their disgraces
One must eat shit
Before they can speak it
Must have a bad taste in his mouth
Lets hope they are not all the same in the "South"