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Long due I know, I know. I just have a few things to sort out. I'll be back soon, I meant to say very soon.

By the way before you go, just leave me a message and tell me how you're doing. I care. I'm in Love with all of you. G'Nite sweet 1's.

Paint My Love

Paint my love
Thine hair's color
Make me cry
And crave its savor

Soak my love
In thine tears
Charm my heart
A thousand years

Brand my love
Thine lip's mark
Enslave my words
And chain my heart

Make my love
Thine love forever
Let me love you
Tomorrow like never.

Legends Of The Fall

Their fallen legends lay'd
Where angels strod'
In worlds where souls are remember'd
For how fiercely they lov'd

Another Day Without Her

Another day without her
From my shivering hands
To the noise in my soul
her voice tears at my hearts gaping hole

I beg God for ten Seconds
Or five in her arms
That I could create my eternity;

I have her to console me
She told me: "I'll always be your baby."

Tales of Stupor From The Diary Of A Mad Black Man

He found me
"Ahaa! You're brown skinned!!
What is it exactly- gold or just brown?"
I wanted to straighten him
Out, that poor clown.
He continued.
"You're too colored,
Tan alot?--
How much heat does it take to fry a neuron?"
I thought...
Insane reporters never cease to amaze me...
He noticed.
I tried to speak but I couldn't,
For my speech impaired insanity;
His stupid dry brain had to be wooden,
Teh! And they said I was crazy.
Then he lied:
I used to be black y'know, sorry brown,
You're brown right?"
Stupid cow.
"My parents are white..."
He lost me.

This is not poetry.

please feel free to post your comments on any post, this is just a side-tract.

Three things that scare me:
i. myself
ii. my girl getting hurt (by me)
iii. losing control.

Three people who make me laugh:
i. my girl (not always tho')
ii. my lil' sis
iii. did I already say my girl?

Three Things I love:
i. her eyes
ii. eating hot rice
iii. art (all it's forms)

Three Things I hate:
i. bad music
ii. getting angry
iii. bad movies

Three Things I don't understand:
i. religion
ii. the logic behind "shakara"
iii. a woman in love

Three things on my desk:
i. one desktop monitor
ii. one laptop
iii. my cell and the tv remote control

Three things I’m doing right now:
i. Watching the lamest alien-gigantic-bug movie ever made by a man
ii. thinking hard of what to put down here
iii. typing this page up


Three things I want to do before I die:
i. live?
ii. achieve every goal I set
iii. learn to swim

Three things I can do
i. breathe
ii. anything I set my mind
iii. be a jerk?

Three things you should listen to:
i. the voice of the one you love?
ii. the voices in your head
iii. jazz

Three things you should never listen to:
i. terrible music (it polutes the soul)
ii. anything you don't feel like listening to
iii. the voice of a false prophet

Three things I’d like to learn:
i. to be a genius
ii. to say "um ok?"
iii. to forgive and FORGET

Three favourite foods:
i. rice
ii. more rice (life would be a misery without it)
iii. potato-pottage with lots'a veggies

Three beverages I drink regularly:
i. coffee
ii. milk (occasionally regular)
iii. water?

Three TV shows/Books I watched/read as a kid:
i. was I ever a kid?
ii. collected rhymes (for kids)
iii. voltron

Three people I would like to tag:
i. myself (this guy's so dumb... i know)
ii. snazzy
iii. igwatala

Old School

A band of baked men
With black souls.
Ashes of black hearts
Smoked over coals.

Three natives thrown over-board
Four murdered,
Five busted vocal-cords,
As silence had--
No greater chant heard.

Rotting black skin
Chained hands and necks.
Men tortured thin,
On enraging decks.

Mother of murdered babe
Slamming her fists;
Her man's voice roars on the deck,
Her glimmer of hope--
Her ounce of bliss.

And earth reckoned
As our voices rippled the ocean:
"We bled your cups hard and full--
Now take us back to Old School!"

Copyright © macalurs 2007

Romeo's Journal

While all secret loves be made public
Let all who have found love of my tribe,
And he who has never lov'd, declare how toxic
But who can ever tame love's growing ferns,
Or hold a trend of thought in her arms?

Their horses raced by as we made love.
We are wild, my pursuers and I
I-- of passion, they-- my demise strove
And I, one step ahead; They, two behind;
Montages and Copulates alike blind.

Peace sleeps where Jules lay.
No chase tonite, no need to run.
How long till I lose her, how long till I pay?

Copyright © macalurs 2007

Death's Encounters

(vol 1: The E.R)

Two minutes to breathe, three to die
"Just let me go" he heaved,
"The pain!, oh the pain" he cried.
And why be it ye long to die?
"I rot in pain, I know not why
But my last breath I ask of thee."
I count not time in hours but seconds
Ye shall come with me in three...

--The little thing by his bed stoped beeping--

Behold thineself oh evil one,
Wipe thine eyes, evil know'th not sympathy
I done no evil deeds than them you done,
I am my Makers purpose, for thy sake
And how doth ye, my con compare
To thine malignant wallow in self pity?
I am that I am, for I choose to be;
What other power hath thee but to life take?

I am my Maker's purpose, who art thou?
A reason for life, my existence create
But thine breath alone of havoc doth reek
And thine eyes are to thine Maker, foul
I expanded my walls and broadened mine gates
As Hell doth with fresh souls seethe

But for thee, my days liken christmas
Bid thine Maker greetings from hell
And thanks for His business.


Copyright © macalurs 2007