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Comment by reggie leeore dooley on June 12, 2009 at 11:38am

kisses

the kisses we've made were golden to my eyes
when i closed my eye's while we were kissing i was taking
into another part of the world where love exsit
when i opened my eyes again you was there where i wanted you to be
i stred at you with lots of passion hoping that your kisses were real to my eye's then you kissed me again i blacked out again it was like taking a love
drug.
i love fainting when you kiss me

eve

it's everywhere it's where you are
it's in the clearest day light but yet
it's forbidden to be seen without love in your heart of hearts
if you dont find love you love you could never find me
but i have and it's nothing but clock of joy that's keeps
everything in it's place
if i can ever ask you to marry me what's to said from you
will it come from your heart with feelings or will it come back with rage we may be to young to marry each other but we can always coment to one another without feeling down i knew that it was going to be you but i couldn't say when baby !! if you were to say yes i would
be the middle of the clouds with you in my heart and you in my arms, you in my tears, you every where in my peace of mind

Comment by Ohanga Losambe on May 26, 2009 at 5:21pm

This is a song a wrote for a band i drummed for glacier any feed back is appreciated WOO!!!!

The Axe Murderer's Waltz :
Trusty switch blade
with swiftest of thoughts
send a message into the night
through the chalk on this ground

Splinter and Burn
For the axe murderer's omen
taken the oath
of a man of cloth's burden

Signal fades the line on horizons
switchblade why have you failed?
Hands bound and eyes to the sky
I live no more, wonder no less.

Comment by Author Stephanie Morris on May 6, 2009 at 10:39am

Better Late Than Never has received a glowing review! Check it out!
Better Late Than Never Book Review

Comment by Joe Currie on May 4, 2009 at 9:31pm

I'm really loving your poem Nadia.

Comment by Afrotechnica on April 20, 2009 at 9:23am

Come checkout the MOSH PIT Music Battles at http://community.afropunk.com/group/punkbattles
This week its The Clash vs P.I.L. (Public Image Limited)

Comment by Author Stephanie Morris on April 10, 2009 at 2:15pm

TITLE: Better Late Than Never
AUTHOR: Stephanie Morris
AUTHOR URL: http://www.stephaniemorris.webs.com
GENRE/THEME: Interracial Romance
PUBLISHER: Amira Press
ISBN: 978-1-935348-31-3
RELEASE DATE: April 10, 2009
URL TO THE BUYING PAGE: http://www.amirapress.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=37_43&products_id=211
EXCERPT RATING: PG-13

BLURB:

Kristen Smith loves to work with children and her life-long dream of opening her own childcare center has finally come true. Everything couldn’t be more perfect until her high school sweetheart walks through front door with his son in tow. Randy Stroud was the "one" that she has never gotten over. She has never understood why he’d ended their relationship but it was obvious that he’d moved and she was more than willing to pretend that she had.

Comment by CurvyDivaJC on April 8, 2009 at 10:25pm

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Comment by The J.U.S. Evolution on April 7, 2009 at 10:00pm

Comment by Nadia C on March 28, 2009 at 8:49pm

I laugh
In the face of
Sameness
In the face of

Cooperation

Amalgamation

Integration

If it means, assimilation

I laugh
At all of you
High strung on this new age form of eugenics
And not knowing it

I laugh to tears
Sometimes of joy
Others of pain
To see my "kind"
meshing into this world
Competiting to have all of the things of occidental value

Having the option to pay with credit, instead of cash

Are these the things we fought for?

Nzingha
and
Malcolm X

Martin Luther King
and
St. Maurice/Maritius

We're somewhat equal now
But we'll always be separate
Divided by our egos
and our OWN class systems and racial divisions

zulu against berber
light against dark

Though deriving from the same Mitochondrial Eve
We war with each other

Tribes facing off in modern streetfares

I want to punch the face of mimickry

It's the face of nonprogression

We came from kingdos of sandcastles
Burnt by the desert sun

Where are we now?

Comment by Nadia C on March 28, 2009 at 3:39pm

I feel grand. Eh. These are alright. Just a few thoughts:).

My puerile crush
Has burgeoned
Into something more

The thought of him
Weighing so heavily
That,
In my quirky way
All I can say is that,

"I feel a little twitch in my endocardium"
That I have, "Endocarditis"

Yeah

The walls of my heart
Are enflamed with eros' love
But of both passion and compassion

And I pray to the gods
That this...situation
Will not turn into
Some cruel twist of fate
And leave me, lonely and heartbroken
For the second time

Each kiss we share and each embrace, Deeper, Than the first
Is like a vial of quintessence for the soul

And I want to drink,
Deeper,
Each time,
That the time that came before
--------------------
Does the devil want me to fall in love?
So that he can watch my aura glow,
As brightly as it's ever glowed ,

And then fade away

So that he can point and laugh and say,
"I had a hand in that!"

So that he can watch me
As I come down from this...
Like some junkie on a shroom trip
Whose come back to reality with a bad trip
After having felt so high

Yeah,

Maybe the devil wants me to fall in love
So,
Like an energy drink
My soul might feel
Like it's had some sort of quintessential tonic
To cure it from this lackadaisical streak
Which it seems to have only known

And then to have
The aftershock sending me crashing down
Into a chasm of wreck and ruin
------------------
What is life
But the scene from a birthday
A wish made
But left in the hands of superstition

A remembrance of the joys of life
And the awaiting throes of death
Is
In every second, minute, and hour

With each second
There is a candle less to your name

Mother Earth and Father Time
Conjointly working

Tick tock

The time bomb

Your time is up
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