innerskin.

people pass us.

every second.

minute.

hour.

day.

we understand.
perhaps even comprehend.
but sometimes
we find that we are forced to cope.

she's ripe with age.
her existence a myriad of memory fragments.

love.

dislike.

comfort.

pain.

all have come and gone with experience.
she has lived strong for so many ears.
the weakness she now feels is alien.

frustrating.

torturous.

she has opened her soul in the past.
her flesh in the present.
nothing pleasant, it is guaranteed.

but rest is soon to come.
peter is watching.
his book is cracked open.
the bookmark placed by her name.
prepared to recount the days of our lives.
with her.

we have come to terms
in negotiating between midgard and asgard.
the only thing left to do...

is turn off the power.

goodbye.

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Memoriam. 1/13/1919 - 2/8/2008

just some random thoughts and decisions for 2008...

i'm glad giuliani's out... and i'm glad at least part of the true story of ny is out... i can only hope that the emperor's political career gets cut off at the knees from here on out.

i don't reach out to people anymore. when i did, people acted like it was such a burden. thanks for that. i''ve been to st. peter and back. in the same vein, i'm murdering relationships and leaving them to reincarnate on their own recognizance. if people really feel they want to reach out they'll do it... and if not...

i'd like to see an obama-edwards ticket in november. it'd be cool, it'd do real damage to the competition, and it would rep for a real unity in america that could mean something. not to mention one can properly keep the other focused on the goal of helping the people.

hilary can eat a dick. no... wait... no, she can't. that's what monica was for.

she isn't long for this world, and that's okay. the cycle of living is extensive, and nothing has changed there. the rest of you only need to move forward and make things peaceful.

see you space cowboy.

every time you disappear
you reappear in my mind's eye
i know you all too well
even when unknowing of the facts
i find myself in knowledge of the energies
a chill washes over me
a snow angel of despair
that fills me with concern
that matches my love for you

i only wish
we were that much closer
physically
spiritually
my outstretched hands and arms
available to you
a chest you can lean against
a heartbeat rhythm to calm your anxieties
wash and wear skin that can absorb
any tears you might shed

a service meant
for someone as special as you
24
7
3
6
6
i'm here

you are still the woman i see in my dreams
the woman i seek in this reality
the woman i would walk with
from reincarnation to reincarnation
the black woman is a sweet desire
wrapped within her melanin so seductive
beauty unmatched by botox or collagen
bring heat, induce salivation and lust
to feel your skin against my fingers
to taste your juices mingling behind my lips
with the guilty pleasures of a harlem speakeasy
your loud pleasures from lingual massage
produce proud pleasures in erotic montage
explosive measures of a protein collage
unrestrained by synthetic borders
deep into comforting waters
territory of the familiar
i find myself brought to ease like none so similar

What's the best practical joke you've pulled or had pulled on you? 
Submitted by Mike Schwartz.

The short story... When I was young I worked at a camp in Vermont... I had this guy I could only call my nemesis, a kid from out in Cali. One night I got together with my two best cohorts, measured out plywood, got screw nails, then trapped him in his bunk using wooden walls, with an airhole drilled in the side of his cabin. He slept thru breakfast then woke up yelling for help in front of the whole camp. I think I lost a life and reincarnated from laughing too hard.

i find myself disturbed at the level of depravity gleaming in the eyes of you. every last one of you... what's to like when you would get together in groups of ten and gang-rape a mother at gunpoint... then force her son to have sex with her as well? what's to like when you would kidnap a one-year-old baby and ask his parents for a ransom of $200K?... and none of you are even old enough to drive? one of those few moments i don't have a problem saying that deviants like you don't deserve to live... while the police search for you, the streets search for you too... and you should pray for police because they're just going to cuff you and beat you with sticks. maybe throw you in a jail cell and let you get tried by a group of law-abiding citizens. if the streets catch you, the streets will swallow you whole, washed down with a container of gunshells and shit you out in the east river.

how do i know? because that's what i'd do. and i'm one of the good guys.

sometimes i have to remember

that i'm a trooper.

once known as the comeback kid

i can take any situation that flows against me

flip it like rakim makes a daily word

and turn it into a recognizable level of success

sometimes i need to remember

this...

this inbred knack for fittest of survivals

this abilty to smash those pitted against arrival

and sometimes

when i think i've lost rays of hope

i reach up instinctively for more climbing rope.

i find hands that reach down and lend me strength to be pulled up

when my cup of impatience is full up

and at the very least

what makes me number one

is just like the saying goes

like father, like son.

blackbird and blackbeauty

i find hate to be the waystation between love and indifference.

you shouldn't worry when i hate you.

you should worry that i simply don't give enough of a fuck about you to hate you.