Soul Sista Versus Soul Brotha

Don't listen to anyone and do your own thing. You've got a wicked binging style. My only crit as of now is spelling. Haven't got around to reading everything, attention spans being not all that large but I've read a few and certainly hearing your message.

 

Thank you Kitty, Yeah Ill take to mind some proffessional mannerism. Love you. Keep keep that litterbox overflowen. ;0p _'0 D

 

Nice call kid, its hard to see what others do sometimes, but yeah when I look at em i can see how some of mine could be broken due to their structure. Keep kickin it boss

 

punch kick
Punch gets the kickin with the
Punch like a kick
with the punch back flipin and a

Happy and true skys
let the colors provide
something abstract while organic
coming from all sides cause were looking inside

add existence and you got the presistance of our essense

listen to the lessons as they only spoke of blessings
Sure somethings may be depressing but thats only cause ya stressing
Things like you want their strings to pop
you dont wanna drop off this smiling face in disgrace of whats great

call it earth or birth or worth but it couldn't be worse then life in the inverse
which would reverse this whole process of this continual burst
in the first place
which would erease the constast pace of the universe' taste
which would waste the warm storm of sun rays which replays in the lives of every positive vibe,
Positive vibes which provide you with life and conquere all strife
Which puts your foot to the left of mine, as we spin flip and kick simotainously as if our minds were intertwined
climbing mount shining whiles signing peace on the tai-lind tribe end
when with perfect timing your reclining on the fining tiding of the clouds in skyland
all whiles our hands remaine combining to destroy the confining grips of our spiritual blindings
As our compaionships asks "Why you Lying" becuase our superstyling moves keep tying knots like Natty dread locks cause we rock the streets with beats so heavy they have to sign levys to keep our feet from turnings roads into teddy bears,
see our ineivitible flow was bron ready to go, like a steady flow even though we both got our own ways to show the same ocean knows
which rose from a rose and arose a rose

~KWADJO

 

from play arose kick flip prose
from clay apposed slip drip rose
from bay a hose sip dip flows
from a day of lows hip lip pose
from hay wind blows snip blip nose
from away glows a rip kip grows
in prose a rose grows and glows nose strike pose words like flows
and he knows the flamanco flamingo
clap beat sticado stop
heat stilletto stomp
beak snap notes rap
music rise flap
winged skies lap
up water like flutter
dress her hike ruffle
deep red flower lips
sweep feather long slips
of grace curve
weather song taste swerve
of arms fly hips sing nerves
and neck knows sense bird pink
color motion do not think
just drink from the music
sink into candle wick
rise in dancing flames
leave the games
this is a life that is a lake of pink birds that rise
and fly as one
filling the sky with sunrise


~ELODY

 

Woah my toe just throw a show when it belowed go to a bow and whiles so slow that bow went with the flow as is spun into an o

 

QUite an interesting paradox ain it.
Write some words which havent been painted
Almost as if poetry can some days be pain-ed
I would like to believe that I can infitely do certain things
And thanks to nature for its possible tidings
I can
So what is that
A beliefe in the word laziness
Or intolerence
Or I am conditioned too complain ness
You never believed it when they said
You can't belive everything you read see hear and I would now say especially think
Ive always believed in positivty
And yeah for that very reason of negativity will only leave you roadless, and hopeless
for that negative symbol isn't a minus for no reason
But yeah brain dead possitivity keeps you the moment and happiness alive.

 

indigenous people protest
nuclear proliferation, but
when intergalactic colonialists arrive…

tops!

 

Only the Gods' appreciate what they can, and you my friend are the grateful dead.

 

the difficult questions to answer
of whats right and wrong i swear
are always shades of grey.
stick to this value i say
but at the expense of anonother?
to choose between morals is
sacrificing a sister for a brother
to save both siblings, this
is not always an option
"put your values in order"
a method up for adoption
but blurry is the border
between sequential morals
and overlap is unavoidable.
choosing self over all
to maintain neutrality?
sometimes calm passivity
is a step backwards for community
then, resisting opression
or lifting from depression
(which coincide with my ideology)
say that conflict is needed
see then this progression must be heeded
it is a delicate balance
a fine line to walk
to never be a hypocrit
especially with the way we all talk

as i said,
sticking to one value sometimes
means sacrificing another
and putting them in an order of importance
may be the toughest thing of all
attepting to define them means surely we fall
because each situation provides new contradiction
so carefully thought out diction
to plan out this fiction of alphabatized definitions
may only build up walls
blocking the potential for a "perfect" choice
because no matter what you voice
in real life there will rarely be
anyhting other than shades of gray
regardless of how convincing is your say
it will contradict something said in a earler day
im not trying to dissuade you
from discussing your morals
only realistically i persuade you
to hold them closly and tighly
while defining them gently
and giveing them room to breath and live
leave them a chance to grow and the freedom to give you
thier wisdom.

~ELODY

 

I spoke too soon love
When I wrote by moon love-
Of a broken flower bud
A lost drop of petal blood.
But a sentence or two of appreciation
a simple wish for a communication
and my mind was able to rest,
sweet words of consolation best.
our eloquent companionship
caressed again by whispering lip
the doubts had not been justified
but neither was the evening bonified
startled rest left doubt and confusion
brief sexual jest left frustrated illusion
then alone to struggle against the half-heard
my mind could neither grasp nor release the words
I wished only for the warmth of your presence
my body exhausted and needing condolence
so that is why I wrote of a snapped stem
and now I write that I do not condemn
I learned a lesson of not withholding
Now the distraction of mind is unfolding
I forgive, forget and apologize
And interaction is just a little more wise.
~ELODY

 

Wow, pernesia
pow first seize ya
to the right and left
whats righteous now
good whats bad was left behind
sunset trail under vails of climbing sticks with fire paper shining from their extentions
painting the mood of a ripe orange and bannana up the trail
to light...
black incumpusing purple to speak of enchanting fantasies of stories entervolving rounds within each spray of divine lights
which flow as smoothly and just as mightly humble and rumbling as the blue slash turquoist oceans nears by I think to the right
I think to the right where my home in the holy light surrouunded by goldy sights
never begins and ends.
~KWADJO

 

there is a flower bud in my spine
whose stem, so supple and crisp with new dawn
has snapped
her turgid health has worked against her, for had she been wilted
her flex would not break.
flower, delicate premature petals of pastel green, still encased in a protecting
hands of leaf,
these delicate petals will never grow now
will not flourish into blossom and fade into seed
bud will die before its time
this broken stem
has left a hole for demon thought
to slip inside my plant body
demons that question what is
that introduce sorrow
and attempt to provoke anger
what has happenned to me? how could i have so rashly exposed an unprotected
stem, when i know the artery to my heart,
my life blood
is in danger?
my tree has yet infinate undamaged buds and blossoms,
but that does not negate the value of that one
and my tree aches the loss gently
my patiece pulls from roots to let my tree drink a long breath of acceptance
to move on and grow, yet always hold a treasured knot to hold her rotting bud
that was never realized into a blossom, never passed on her seed of wisdom.
dream of peace of mind my leaves, and rustle whispered songs of life with each
breeze.


kwadjo, it is never safe for me to write to a person when i feel like this. you
have many a time said that ou are always here for me to talk to but actions and
words do not always coincide. accusitions i will try to avoid but i cannot
avoid accusing myself of imatience, attatchment, and the inability to clear my
mind and sleep right now. all i wanted was to see you and now, but for lorena,
i wish i had just stayed home. im sorry baby, i am not being fair.
listening to the birds, elody

 

Jaded
Minds eyes have been painted
the tainted color of crack
why didn't you smack me
or maybe you did
I just couldn't see from such great preasure of my delusive lid
I sacraficed my purity to comfort someone
And its less than an obligation for me to comfort you
you who pulled me out of a pit of knives painted blue
You who saw beyond my death and brougth me to life
And I fuck you then leave
You
Fuck
you
then leave
I trained my hole life to live to the best comforts of others
and I didn't see you
someone who came to see me
I couldn't see
wow, one more step youv'e pushed me up
Much thanks chap
~Kwadjo

 

What the fuck children
Youve got such luck to be in existence at all
Yet is seems Im hearing that all we can do is fall
Youve been given a beautiful earth and a chance of birth
and the blaring sirens of GOD's phone call
It doesn't even make sense to ball
Now sure I made a few mistakes in my day
and my opression be it at different levels still exists
But fear rage and irritation are only elements of our imaginations
We feed um
we seed them
But thats only cause we dont read them
Or else we would find they dont make much sense
How far is fear gonna get you
Just clinch your fist and send a try and you can bet truth
Rage will only take this life and sumbit it to strife,
you can just shrug your shoulders and drop all the bolders
Irritation thats just the pride you hold for your nation
or
The plucibo affect possibly creates an ego,
if someone keeps poke en you , dont get upset its just some one poken you
Drop the drama and enjoy planet earth while you can
~KWADJO

 

im soft and hard
soft sentimentality bringing tears to my eyes
hard work rough sweat dust clings like a grey guise
im cool and warm
river mountaincooled rapids tumbling from the stones
sunwarmed earth heat seep to and from my bones

to myself i deny
the depths of my affection
dont ask myself why
i feel this connection
even think to try
denial and rejection

but i cant fight the inevitable
i can only bite the beautiful

so my, irresitible
please be nice
dont encourage undeniable
questionabe vice
help this be sustainnable
simple beans and rice
allow us to be neutral
dont roll the dice

playing with chance at the wrong time
is not smart
let us not practice on the edge of a dime
the forbiddon art

instead play like kitten
in fresh sparkeling snow
finnally in mittens,
a beauty you can roll in low
unlike flowers, you can sit in
safe to go with your flow
now you know you have been bitten
watch my heart glow

i float and sink
up dreaming canopy and cumulous cloud
down into cushion moss humming aloud
im new and worn
fresh like spring leaves tender pastel glow
like old shoes conformed lovingly to each toe

~ELODY

 

Hmm. interesting
I enter resting and found my blessing
Where I can sit float listen and die
Umm...
Outside says blue skys easy breeze
and reaching tress
Nothing wrong no
Like umm...
Lightening chattering air molecules to flutter like leaves but their not scared
but dancing
so I need to do the same
Just go with the flow
Umm we are the we are the we are the we are the we
I am the me are the I was what am the here is the we are the now
The you are the you were the will be cause can be so stand free and hand me
hello
AAhhh ELODY gruff cause I cant stop seeing you and me freeing like the sun in
the sky
OK?
But my bottom less pit of dipsair never wants me to care, safely
Im afraid to focus, on anything, especially anyone
Im afraid
I can give in to love up love down and around with no sound
Or I can be a brother walking on this ever lasting tredmil
Chucking and jive keeping aliving surfing the riding
tickling the dragon
It seems youve asked me to care, And for some one like you I will dare, Even
thoguh I truly love laze-faire.
So in return I ask you to turn your focus on full burn. and melt away a the
sheets which block our horizans.
Lets talk about the rules care free and front
dipping inifnance for you, so find ours, chains and keys please
~KWADJO

 

with what words did i seem to?
i certainly did not mean to
i did not mean to ask
to ask of you a task
a task of you to care
of you to dare to care for me
what do you mean for me
to focus? what, on us?
chains and keys, what chains, and please
if chains then please yes be keys
keys that free, chains denote slavery, captivity.

let me tell you these
these dreams
thease dreams i fear
two nights ago
i dreamed, i know
a restless mind in humidity
dream lacking tranquility
in which i lacked the ability
to reason.

pregnant, i was. carrying our child.
coming, a storm was, tropical and wild.
from easy inland safty, i was drawn outside
for some compelling reason, i wanted to ride
i walked, waded then swam i tried
fearlessly, pointlessly, hopelessly and happiliy out to sea
when i turned to go, it was no longer at hand,
rejected by the undertoe, could not reach sand
by strong deep flow, away from my land
i could not go back, the sky and water turning black
and i still with separate life growing inside
not a care in the world, no worry abides
what did it mean, those breakers cresting over me
undulating ocean strength pulling me from safety
and i with not a care?
i did not dare to worry,
and caught up in the flurry
i consistantly and illogically
went straight for the dangerous
i did not even wait for the ominous
electical storm
of the tromical form
to come to me.

what means this? what means you?
is it not possible, to brother sister walk together
and still have the comfort of playful touch
because this seems to translate into way too much
sensual CAN stop before sexual
and for all your talk of walk
it is you who makes the transition
and i who resists with inhibition

What, presicely am i asking of you,
and what are you of me?
i hope for no unwanted chains in our future
i will never ask of you what you fear
that is not fair and i would not bear
that, so promise me
any bonds of yours draw strenght from honesty
in or out, asks yours.
neither asks mine.
is solidly on all fours
in between- is that precariously
unstable, a fable, incapable?
it is not such a thin line.

enlighten me to your impressions or repressions
ill see you sooner than you might think.
~ELODY

 

How many conversations
Does it take
For an action to result?
How many poems
Are written..
Yet no one is at fault

Let me just say,
Listen
Because we mean what we say
It seemed so clear to me
Listen
I mean what I say
It is never idle conversation
When we speak of our beliefs
Listen…
Listen
Our words and lyrics both protested
But our bodies contested
Listen..

I didn’t understand
Why it took a witness for my words to sink truth
There is no blame
Just misunderstanding
Just dance in the rain
Now that we begin comprehending

I still don’t agree with love in pain
If you love me no ending
Don’t leave bruising stain
From marks on my body
There is no gain

Wrestling kitties
They don’t bite to hurt
Sweet littlies cuties
They nibble and snap
My darling beauties
don’t sink in teeth

Im not yours because I dotn belive in causing physical pain
Unnecessary pain
There is no solid reason to learn to endure
Unnecessary pain

You not mine because I need sobriety
Satisfy my intellectual yearning
Maintain critique of society
Life is for me constant learning
The world is to be explored not conquered
To be absorbed not manipulated
To be encouraged not destroyed
Ignorance may be bliss
But even if knowledge brings pain
I will gladly accept it
If there is humanitarian gain
So I will climb my mountains, and help on the way
And at the base you will watch
Bringing peace to a few who stray
Down to you
Found to you
How does this sound to you?

You, human, I love you.
What a life we could create
A beautiful being we could make.
But we will leave it for another day
To say if an us-child will
Cosmically ecologically peacefully lovingly
Ever occur, exist, create.
~ELDOY

 

wow, wow