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Poetic Melodies: Foreign Exchange

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Foreign Exchange


Foreign Exchange

yes!

Well, I am feeling all musical and what not this week, so I will do a Poetic Melodies post all week.  Well, it is my blog and stuff. *shrug*  Today’s featured artist is The Foreign Exchange.  Enjoy, get up on it!

Waiting for the daylight
Cause then she’ll keep me
In the safety of her arms
She never leaves me
And when the sun rises, she watches over me

He tells me all his secrets
He thinks nobody knows
We lay together in daylight
I love him so
And when the sun rises, he watches over me






These lines here are so simple, but poetry can be simple… don’t you agree?

Good people, good loving
Good music in my life, it makes me happy
Good people, good loving
Good music in my life, it makes me happy
So happy




When she lays down at night
I wonder what she sees
When she thinks of paradise
Maybe she’ll dream of me
So every night I pray
That when she goes to sleep
and she dreams of a love
Maybe she’ll dream of me





All this time I had it wrong,
But now I truly see
The road you’re choosing.
See the writings on the wall
Tells me I’m losing you
And there’s nothing for me to do
Cause our greatest fears came true.
I finally got a clearer view

I don’t wanna be a soldier anymore!
Because the war never ends
And no one ever wins
I don’t understand why we should fight for love?
Either it ain’t or it is!
It either ain’t or it is!

Are you a Foreign Exchange fan?  If so, what is your favorite Foreign Exchange song?

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stripped… final product

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a poem a day for National Poetry Month, a VERY personal piece from 10/9/2010

 

To see the progression of the poem I am going to present go to stripped… [updated], I have finally finished this piece.  It was incredibly hard to write, but I needed to get it out, the same way I thankfully (and quickly) got out of the subject matter.  Sometimes long repressed skeletons in closets have a way of forcing the pen.  Tricky little bastards.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and I will be toiling away to memorize it so you may see it on a stage near you.  That kind of stage activity is way better than the long ago alternative.

 

Scarlet Letter A

you don't have to wear it...

 

 

we have fucked without guilt
without enjoyment
with pain and pleasure
….and of course
with regrets.

the bruises of men’s kisses has stained our skin
like red Kool-Aid
hand-prints etching a scarlet A on our dermis
to match the scars on our hearts

fucking is something that has guided us gently to that stage
in ghastly makeup
a calculated touch
looking straight through us like the clear heels
that make us stand tall as trees
but the fruit is rotten
fermenting to intoxicate us
so we can even stand this.

lascivious glares
blocked our growth as humans
turned us in reverse
so the longer we stayed in the biz
the faster we wanted to regress into babies
crying in our mother’s arms.
With futile wishes for a return to innocence.
Hoping to return to the arms of mother’s who hate us now
because they see their failure in our eyes
looking for non existent validation
leaning on imaginary shoulders
wondering why we hit the ground each time
well it’s hard to see reality through blackened third eyes
swollen from life’s hard knocks

so we continue to stumble blindly through this maze
littered with deferred dreams and potential
going in circles…
around hope.
around greatness.
around poles.

Sliding down them
But this ain’t no firehouse
but there damn sure is an emergency
in this smoky club
because where there is smoke there is fire
and the burning of dignity is a 5-alarmer
but no one is rushing to save us
just to pay us
for our priceless goods.

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nappy thoughts…

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a poem  a day for National Poetry Month… oldie but goodie frotastic hair poem….

love peace nappiness

....& hair grease.

My thoughts are nappy,
Yeah, at times hard to manage,
But they are natural.
Always on the move, no time for relaxing…
Coils that intertwine, each strand unique.
Refusing to be straightened.
Thick and stubborn, yet soft and beautiful.
Not clouded with multiple chemicals….
Able to go through brainstorms without dodging the drops……

 

i love my nappy hair shirt

can't you tell?

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it just is…

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thanks Josh for always listening...

 

 

originally posted 10-21-10

poetry.
is.
donny hatahway.
his voice is.
just.
every.
thing.
and…
even if I never knew his story…
I would know his story.

poetry is.
phyllis hyman.
unstoppable.
but stoppable.
even if I never knew her story…
i would know her story.

because:
i know pain intimately
and it never disguises its voice
doesn’t hide beneath chords
or behind riffs.
pain is consistent.
and if it it ain’t broke.
you know the rest.
but i still try to fix it.
with poetry.

and…

poetry is.
yeah it just is.
but…
mired in death.
in life…
in turmoil.
in peace.
in confusion.
in clarity.
in hope.
in giving up.
in beauty.
in ugliness.
in love.
in indifference.
in me.

in doubt.
in belief.
in irrationality.
in reality.
in this fallacy
in this truth
inside.
it just.
is.
every.
thing.

every. thing.
even when my everything is nothing
no. thing.
is transformed into importance
even when my song for you
still leaves me living all alone
when no one loves me in no space
when i feel there is no time
for anyone to hear my song.
but i am just thankful
that i can sing it.
and my refusal to be lonely
is greeted by poems
who agree that they don’t need to live on.
but insist.
that I do.
because poetry just is.
but me,
i.
am.
every. thing.

 

 

 

 

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Poetic Melodies: Gangstarr

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collaboration at its best...


Feeling in a real hip-hop kinda mood today so today’s Poetic Melodies presents Gangstarr…. R.I.P. Guru.

Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Don’t fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I’m facin, is mad amazin
to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I’m contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart’s racin
Suicide? Nah, I’m not a foolish guy
Don’t even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that’s gonna do really, is accelerate
the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I’ve been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But I’m sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
I’m ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind





I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors
Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings
Through the storms of days after
Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya
with a force that can’t be compared
to any firepower, for it’s mindpower shared
The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate
like constellations reflect at night off the lake



I’ve suffered setbacks but now I’m makin greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks I’m crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don’t stop
Your head’ll bop when I drop my crop
of pure bomb, just like the seashore I’m calm
But wild, with my monotone style
Because I don’t need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and I’m all in it





Major effect to your sector, I’m the corrector
Live and direct, waving my mic like a sceptor
Supreme exalted, universal leader
Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer
The overlord, cream of the crop, creme de la creme




How did I find a way to sneak some Erykah up in here, lol…

The charge that she’s got on me, should be federal
I was told never put the two before the one son
but always cultivate your Wisdom, to help you build your kingdom
I wanna be the answer to every question she has
So when I wish to enter, she’ll be lettin me pass
I know she wants to be with G-O-D eventually, but still
She got everything; yeah the girl’s got plenty