A Paradigm Shift

Explanation of the Title
:::Paradigm Shift is a popular, or perhaps, not so popular shift or transformation of the way we Humans perceive events, people, environment, and life altogether. It can be a national or international shift, and could have dramatic effects -- whether positive or negative -- on the way we live our lives today and in the future.::

STOP

Repeat that one more time
Repeat that again
till you feel your
spirit is cleansed
Come out of the closet
but keep space in between

AND

Repeat that one more time
Repeat it over and over again
till your mouth is dry
till your heart palpitates with uneasiness
(is it good?)
Look me in the eyes
but keep your fingers still

ANSWER

Does it feel good
To be victorious
Does it feel good
To be supreme

OR

are you claiming you're done
and its lost its power
shriveled into nothingness
You can't imagine how striking it feels
as it raises and whispers against my skin
Repeat it
Once
Twice
Thrice

KEEP

Does it radiate inside you?
Is the heat cool to the touch?
Repeat it again and again
Are you sickened yet?
or still in bliss?

CONTROL

Repeat it again
Don't keep it bubbled inside
Does it burn like the core of the earth
The magnitude of it all
and
will you run and hide when it gets old
Or will you always take pride in calling me

Nigger.

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No Foreclosure In Sight

I wanna feel like Apple Green & Lilac's and have that "He Went To Jared's" enthusiasm but it's really from Tiffany because he lavishes me in splendor. Yet he knows my spirit and that I'd condone the diamonds with gold. So he climbs into my soul and wields a fiery temper and my bosom swells at the raising of his brow. Separate. Apart. Never lonely. Resisting to be the yin and yang. Delighting in the mysteries. Daring to delve into the darkness of our eyes. Disliking the urge to subdue my quirks he parts my lips and soothes me to the edge of despair. The tempest raging within surround my very being and he lays his head within my lap. Sitting fireside we smile because there is no foreclosure in sight.


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Pause!

Ok thanks for viewing my blog.

Just in case you're wondering I did not get a sudden inspiration and popped these out within the last 2 hours.

2 were written today.
-Apple Green & Liliac's
-10=1

The others were written at random times between the months of Jan-May.

To understand the title: "Story of the Hour" visit my other blog and view my original entry.

http://87pages.blogspot.com/2009/02/title.html

I'm a big Kate Chopin fan. I adore Jane Austen. I also love quotes. I also like the dictionary and thesaurus.

I'm in the process of writing a novel or a series of short stories.

I finished my first short screen play (58 pages) however I might make it a feature length. That depends on my dedication.

I'm a poet... I'm a lyricist. I'm a writer. I'm a thinker. My creative juices are flowing constantly. My mind is a web of desire of knowledge.

Don't try to steal my ideas/quotes/written words. I have a lawyer and I will sue. :)

Also, feel free to comment. In the words of E.Badu "I'm a Artist and I'm Sensitive about my Shit" but... feel free to engage me so I can expand my mental capacity.

10=1

I'm a lyricist. I'm a menage-a-twois of incorporable feelings. I'm a cerebral assassin. Please unshield your mind. As I mentally fuck you over and under and over and under and round and around the mountain time zone. I twittered myself to shock and disbelief as I stewed in the abscess of my mind.

I'm a danger to myself as I pleasure myself. Uttering nothing but the delicious grunts of a mind ill treated by the graphic imagery as the little boys eat each other. Insipid men flaunting their cravats and swindling pounds as they measure their dicks. Tough luck in the world as I dance upon the trapeze wishing it was a pole. Charming my way into her bed as I flounder into the sorry depths of your heart. Flea ridden mortals always reaching with their hands. Smothering the temptation to smother the excitement in his loins.

I am not a temptress. I have no wares. I only desire to end the mechanical engineered beatings of a nonsensical trust. Love gushes and gargles within the throats of the blind. Truth become the necessary evil to disguise the inflammation of two and three and seven lifes.

As I tried to fuck you over. I've fucked myself.

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Apple Green & Lilac's

If I could make the perfect dude he'd be the split screen side of me. Doing the ain't and bugging the Mic. I'd wrap my arms around him and squeeze the melodrama of my mother out of his sight. If I could write a poem it'd be defining the memory of gargling my Port as it numbs my lid and sparks my tongue.

Trying to see the better side of me. I don't really know if it's there but I pay no mind to the indescribable feelings that should be inside when I view the world. I change my time and shuffle the pace edging from the turbulent passion in my eyes.

I'm the flipping side of the coin. I'm the rough edge of the cotton soaked in olive oil to decompress the frizziness of Venus. Tasting the warmth of fudge as it slivers down my spine I gulp in the fresh scent of desperation. Seeing my heart run amok in Berlin, I slouch into the nothingness of Ohio.

If I could create the perfect me it would be the softer humane side of me. Reaching forward to clasp her in my arms I dissolve into a pillar of garlic. Doing wrong. Doing right. Take a bite out of my neck. To moisturize the essence of my soul with a gavel and sea water. Moon Beams and galaxies. If I could form the perfect song the notes would weep apple's of green and lilacs.

Glory.

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Biological Past

I had something deep and wonderful to say.

I lost it.

I am classist and egregious at times. I have a thing about being from the hood. I was born to be a hood rat, some ghetto broad, some horrible girl. I'm sure of it. I was adopted and saved from a certain damnation. Is that wrong of me to equate living in the projects/hood/ghetto with failure?

I should be trying to understand and help my people. I'm only 22. Can't I have a certain disdain?? Was it taught me? Perhaps subconsciously. I always boast of reading Jane Austen, Edgar Allen Poe, Edith Wharton, Shakespeare, and of the like for fun. Is it because I'm trying to distance my self from my biological past?

But what is my biological past? Currently it's from being born to an alleged drug addicted mother. But I KNOW it is so much more than that. I feel the essence of royalty in my veins. How could I be anything less.

Schlepping in the slums of his world, her world, their world will not complete me. I want to schlep in my world. And schlepping is for fools.

Everyone is disdainful. I don't disdain the actual people. I disdain the lifestyle and circumstances that put us there. I disdain and dislike the eagerness of some to perpetuate a false reality. Your reality is not my reality. I am more. You are more.

Rise up my people. Because I am rising. I don't want to falter because my backbone is curved. My foundation is you and you are my foundation.

I loathe the world we live today. I am a lady, a duchess, a queen, an empress, I'm the stars beyond the galaxy.

Ok so while this turned into an impromptu poem .. I think it details my overarching feelings.

Any questions?


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Shadows

I feel so sad.

I'm lost.

I know its not the end of the world.

But we broke up. You broke my heart.

I had your back, defended at every turn.

Why do you make me cry.

I will be strong. In the end I know how it will end.

Did I put you over God? Is this why we aren't complete?

Rejection. I think I've taken it the hardest.

I can't maintain my shine. I just want to uphold the shield.

But I can't.

I'm falling into the shadows.

I'm Broken.

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You're a rhyming stream of consciousness.

You're a rhyming stream of consciousness.
I'm spent trying to look within your mind.
I constantly wrangle with the truth behind your eyes.
Your deepness smothers my intellect.
It is of no surprise.
The desire I have uncovered is hatred in disguise.
You spit a knowledge of war and peace.
I can barely keep in step.
You're rhyming stream of consciousness undid my very breath.

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LOST

I dream of a long lost love. I know I've met him because he is the Truth. I feel real. I know he is the Truth. My love has left me but I don't feel blue. I kiss other guys while I lie in bed my heart thinks of him. He kisses other women but his true eye looks within my soul. He is my long lost love.

I knew him back when I was his husband and he was my wife. We are meant to be. Were gonna be back to where we were just like yesterday became today and tomorrow will be forever. I love him. He is the Truth. I am the Truth. I dream of my long lost love. He will find me yonder a stream and I will travel beyond distant lands. We will find us. We will find love. We will find Truth.

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