Geminetic Soul

R.I.L Amy

2011-07-23T10:28:00.000-07:00

Amy Winehouse dies and I'm not supposed to cry? Her stories aided so many women in moving on from love, with love, celebration and mourning. She will be missed along with Aaliyah , Left Eye and the other women in music who left the world too early.

Amy brought the real that readied the world for Adele. The " you are not alone in this" while other singers told you to just go party. She provided the soundtrack to the tears that needed to escape and told you that it was okay to go back to black because things don't change overnight. Amy wasn't afraid of being dirty and gritty on the floor in the streets. That's how we felt sometimes, dirty and alone on the streets . She didn't allow mainstream media to turn her into " the perfect woman," she was always true to herself. She was a woman not afraid to shout her love to the world and hold on to it any way she could.

R.I.L Amy .. Rest In Love

When Gman Speaks

2010-03-08T14:01:00.000-08:00

here with me
you will find the love you need
the love you seek
the love that love forgot
the love that loves with love
love with no alternative but to love
to love your love lovingly
love that will enhance love
beyond love’s known dimensions
love that will love you
when your love has failed you
love that only exists on a divine level
love that deities dreamed of loving
love that perfects love when love is perfect
more perfect than the love
Malcolm had for his people kinda love
more than Baldwin had for America kinda love
you know this love
but never knew of its love
never had a chance to know this love
because of lust disguised as love
that really despises love
but you can rise with love
and rise in love
and reside with love
here with me

-Gmanspeaks @twitter.com

MANNY FRESCO

2010-03-07T23:58:00.000-08:00

I live life as ME. If I am not seen as good enough for someone or something then they are not worth ME. I LIVE LIFE as ME....
No Persona Necessary.

My Heart

My heart,
so large...
often endures a great deal of punishment
at the hands of those who aren't careful with it.
The mishandling of my heart worries me, my heart aches...
it has been stabbed. It bleeds a fluid of the unfamiliar,
and with unfamiliarity comes confusion.
Confused beings with blank faces and good intentions.
Good intentions can only go so far because this unfamiliar
fluid that oozes from my heart needs care but most importantly understanding.
I understand...
BUT am in dire need for some support in carrying the heavy load that is...
My heart.

-FrescoLove @twitter.com

Annonymous

2010-01-28T16:42:00.001-08:00

sleep is only a step in to a room with no walls
sleep is only a court with every possibility and no ball
fall or no fall sleep is inevitable
sleep is the chemical that makes our food for thought edible
sugar on vegetable
its melts our minds and drips them in to stencils
mold them in to emotions of the mental
it will rejuvenate and recuperate
radiate and illuminate
opaque, pallid, distinctively lavished colors that manage to swallow our dreams
sleep writes the book with closed seams
engraved with utlra violet beams
and every soul that screams as a team
to redeem the malfunction of being awake
to quake the earth with bad decisions and rake the lawn of the good vision
make life incisions with precisions
for everyone to listen...

sleep is to feel .. and it shall be done after a meal...

-peace

The Funeral

2010-01-19T11:29:00.000-08:00

The Funeral

I want to cry out my thoughts of you and let hate filled tears be sopped up by soft Kleenex.
I want it so that you are not be able to hurt me by not listening to me.
I want to be un-phased when I feel that you are taking me for a fool.
I want to blow emotions from my nose that harbor love for you.

I want to mourn

I want to mourn the death of us.
Of the physical but never quite got mental lust of us.
Of the playing around in secret, fun of us.
Of my dreams and your enjoyment.

I want to weep.

For those nights that I left you floating on clouds that just proved to be water vapor
and you can't stand on no damn water vapor.

For those days that I planned to hold you
and I put on my best draws
and sprayed my best perfume
and put lotion on my entire body,
including my ankles
because
I wanted to be prepared for any part that you would touch.

For those sweet dreams
and beautiful nightmares
where I would sing your name sweetly my guilty pleasure
but I'm leaving you.

I want to purge.

Purge myself of you
and the feeling that if I lost you I would have pain in my stomach from the emptiness.

Purge myself of you
and the feeling that if I lost you I would have pain in my stomach from the emptiness.

How is it possible for something that can be so beautiful make you act so damn ugly?

To walk past me with faces void of emotion and generic gestures,

who are you?

I shouldn't have believed you when you soup'ed me up, so now I purge.

Now I weep.
Now I mourn.
Now I cry out my thoughts of you.
Salty,
in hopes that you would catch them.

Beka 10

Itis

2009-03-29T06:02:00.000-07:00

New sleeps with reminiscent sounds that frighten me.
Alone again with my thoughts as New thinks that He is awake.
I should already have a hobby in times like these.
Old used to tell me to sleep too.
Only tired of being alone I seek the affection of the one who shares quirks now kisses are perks,
He'd rather me than work, but I am still scared.
Scarred by Old and wanting New to rub cocoa butter on it,
gently to make the pain go away.

Tell me I'm not buggin.

Too emotional for casualties,
this just ain't me.
Carpel tunnel forces ending but thoughts are just beginning.

While New had
The Itis

BEKA 09

Queens Bread

2009-01-23T12:45:00.000-08:00

Toes cold like hoes on South Road,
Toes froze like the nose on hobos,
winter,
its crazzzzzy,
Rush hour so now I gotta squeeeeeeze through
these peepoole (people)
smellin like stale seafood,
worse in the summertime.
I surf all year round.

Oops I touched the pole.

Purell goes through hell every day,
every 20 minutes,
killing a germ in 15 seconds,
that's not fast enough.

Cuties can't see me, cuz I'm lost in the shuffle of these jokers,
5's,
6's and
crappy hands,
so I gotta bluff like I gotta man.
Still in my surfer stance,
pretending to be occupied so that they think my mind is elsewhere.

Why is it always the dude with the dreads that spots me?
figures we have something in common so continues to try and eye-lock me,

this shit is outray gouse

yo beat that bongo stop playin.

She said it's so cold in the D
well NYC aint much warmer,
searchin for a triple fat goose but its like I can't afford her.
I'm slippin...

now maneuver your way around these wild juveniles
cuz school's out
the animals are free.
Watch them claim streets
they will neglect after senior year,
but fuck that cuz for now they roam.

Give your seat to the elderly cuz they've been standing longer,
about 50 years longer,
so 5 stops won't be all that bad.

Get off.

Go home.

Lay down.

A talk with Faith

2009-01-22T21:55:00.000-08:00

Last night I was pillow talkin with a beautifull angel. As the rain hit the window she whispered in my ear. "shhhhhh don't speak. My name is Faith and Love is also my mother I was away the last time you spoke 2 her but we've been watching you and we see that you try and you've been hurt so much that can no longer cry. I'm here to tell you that there's no need for tears because even though love is our mother some people don't find her for years. But your different you understand her your just need someone to explain it 2 and sometimes when it doesn't work the person you blame is you. The fact that you believe in her really all that she ask and if you continue to be patient you will feel your true lovers grasp. While she spoke tears ran down my face and as it filled my ears she kissed my for head smiled then disapeared.. Salahudin. H Nemley

The "Good Fight"

2009-01-22T21:50:00.000-08:00

I wear my heart on my sleeve so I have blood on my cuff..wondring the streets so I often get bumped and sometimes my heart gets crushed...year by year I walk the streets getting bumped.. I get battered and bruised the pain comes and goes until I cry black tears wrapped in sadness...but do I wipe them...NO!... I wount hide behind walls built by heartache and sadness..I wear my tears as bages of honor..because I am a General in this war on love and happiness...I will not retreat and I refuse 2 be a casualty...I stand at attention while others wave their white flags...I will stay in this fight I refuse 2 lose and before I give up I will die Fighting this war...... by Salahudin H. Nemley

The Bad side of Love

2009-01-22T21:43:00.000-08:00

I've cried empty tears that are filled with negative emotions. In a haze walkin the streets but I feel like I'm coasting. You know like that camara they use in a Spike Lee movie, with my mind elsewhere everything is slow motion the hippies will call the feeling "Grooovy" but wat I'm feeling feels like confusion,anger,pain,sadness, All roled up in a ball of dispare. I feel like I'm drowning and I'm reaching for thin air. Love can be like a warm bath followed by a good book or movie then turn around be like sliding in a puddle of razor blades and alcohol......But the crazy part is I wouldn't trade for the world lol....... Salahudin H. Nemley

Get to the Point

2009-01-07T14:33:00.000-08:00

Leave me speechless,
biting bits and pieces
of my neck,
shoulder,
arm, and
fingertips.
Return and let tongues do tricks contortionist envy.
Grab me comfy.
Rest hands in soft pillows of me.
And have sheets wrapped on bed posts because nudity is what's in right now.
But fashion those cloths around my arms when ready
cuz
for now your body heat is sufficient.
My screams would announce to all those who care,
all those who are there,
here,
I mean you
that its right.
Cuz see I used to be a screamer,
the type that would just say your name upon deep eye contact.
But now they mean something,
now they hold value as you hold me up,
I didn't know you could,

are you my rock?

Two Parts

2008-12-14T17:48:00.000-08:00

psst. ehem.. Quiet Space.. shhhh k? just lay here under these covers with me.. n.. let me hear u breathe.. please?.. can..can we lay here.. and. and.. be? can we be gone for this moment? can we be intangible to time and space?.. please? can we..be. untouchable?.. by EVERYONE?.. let's just lay, simply, n forget where we are

Me? Umm okay, sure, here? But I...I gotta..okay. What about?..okay. We can lay. Your heart speaks volumes to me, telling me that you have longed for my company, I am wondering if you hear mine too. Roll with me every couple of minutes, into a couple positions, and hold me as we fade.

SCIENZE and BEKA (collabo)

LIfe in Heels

2008-12-10T16:45:00.000-08:00

She walks with a switch in her hips.
adding a pep to every step, she is fierce!
click clack, click clack.
those orange pumps are going to work!
on her toes she goes,
creating more callus than she had before.
her legs are sturdy, and sexy.
long and strong!
but with every step, damage is caused.
pressure on her knees, as she relies on her heels for support.
stop light
red light- stretch those legs
green light- strut your stuff
yellow light- take it slow and easy. ease the pain.
over worked calves.
over worked toes.
over worked spine.
stop light.
you're young. wear all the pumps you want.
yellow light- you can barely make it down the block before feeling pain.
red light- orthopaedic shoes are her new best friends.

ShayButta

Starlit Skies

2008-12-08T23:29:00.000-08:00

Gazing up at the starlit sky she pops in my mind.
Seeing images of her chocolatey complexion and suckable lips.
The thought of her honey dipped kisses gives me shivers.
She owns my mind.
Whirlwinds of thoughts of her smell, her touch, the warmth of her soul dances in my head.
To easy to fall in love with a woman like her.
Her eyes glisten like they are filled with water bringing smiles to the faces of the toughest men.
She is the brightest star in the sky.

N'Jreu

STOP PLAYING

2008-12-06T23:20:00.000-08:00

LET ME CUFF YOU

I WANT TO CUFF YOU

I'M GOING TO CUFF YOU

Cocky

2008-11-30T15:44:00.000-08:00

Ladies we can't let the men be cocky ALL the time. We have to regain our self-esteem and let THEM know that this right here just aint going to be the same old same old.
----------------------------
Cocky

Your stature wants me,
The way your shoulder blades fold, whisper to my thighs that they are strong enough to rest.
Lower back proves enough support for my calves,
Arms able to reach my lower spine, even if I were to lean back.
I can make your toes curl,
ORGANIZE
Ears big enough for control, I don't wanna hear that you don't cuz you do, well you will
Eyes able to scale all 153 lbs and determine the actions of each ounce.

I'M A BIG GIRL NOW

Smell my body's work after my bath, no artificial flavorings.
I will grab your lips, with mine, hold them for the alotted time
and make you beg, with gestures for me to continue.
But I will hold off to lace your neck gently, because u refuse the results of them being any harder.
Your chest, looks to provide as a handrail for my ride,
Same with your stomach.
Your hips and waist small enough for stretching not to be required,
though I wouldn't mind.
Down to your legs, long enough to suspend me,
Calves strong enough to sustain me
Feet big enough to carry
I'll make ya toes curl.
Objects not mentioned will be hidden,
In spots you would swear was home.
BOY I WILL BREAK YOU

Freedumb

2008-11-06T07:26:00.000-08:00

Damn its crazy the way shit has changed out here. Sometimes I wake up not knowing if ima make it through the year.. When I walk the streets I see young woman become whores young men tryna become drug lords and if you walk into the projects that's all goin on on the first 2 floors... Its a shame cause these people got it twisted thinkin they free just because it was said and written.. But they don't know that the bill was never signed so they can try 2 bust a u turn and go back 2 slavery anytime.... Sometimes I get depressed when I see these young dudes walk by me cause they walk around eyes open and mind closed like black zombies.... They think they livin in freedom but they livn free and dumb quick 2 say they know their rights not knowin in actuality they have none.... See you must understand the mental shackles their brains are in tieing bandanas around their head killing over colors again and again... Now Obama is our new black leader everyone put ya fist in the air and say yess. But I feel like they gonna do him like thay did Malcom X... That Freedumb sickness made them kill their own brother. We get compared 2 crabs in a bucket cause instead of helping we pullin down each other... While I stand here as a proud black man I hope you heard wat I said but before I go lets recite the new pledge.... I pledge alegience to the flag of the united people of new america and to our public for which we stand one people under god indivisable with freedom and knowledge for us.

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Salahudin of Geminetic Soul

I Kissed R&B

2008-11-02T10:20:00.000-08:00

I kissed r n b today
And he sung his verse hook and bridge so deep into mah soul I could hear mah heart unfreeze from the lies that others told and mah back tingled just a little as he settled in so suttle for the kiss
And he spread his lips and leaned in I felt that I cud breathe again
Kissed the very thing inside me that wasn’t feelin it and he told me to feel in him
Search through the heart of him and find why I was tearing and
Rapped me inside his instrumental until I was instrumental to him and beautiful is what he called me as I helped spread the words across our symphony erasing back then
We became musiq …..soft touching smooth talking oozing ….into the melody just seducing the both of us until it was fluid , I became so loose I was starting to loose it ,
My mind I mean….. see the crime is he ….just kept it real with me
Realer than my everyday reality , until the point where I cudnt trust my eyes to see , I was falling even though the ground was right in front of me
Until I kissed r n b today in a special way he made me feel at peace
Even though all of this was just me and my ipod track after track
And I just released

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P-Truth

I FUCKS WITCHU

2008-10-31T02:53:00.000-07:00

have you ever let your mind wander and wonder about me?
taking chance to dream daily of occurances in which you wish would happen?
I do.
I day dream of passion,
of stillness,
of smiles.

True, I can still smile in the stillness of passion,
and make commentary,
doing all three individually is what I dream about.
the glow of white lights pressed on your chest
as your back presses against my chest, half laying.
the tit for tat
discussing this and that
while the chune is playing,
seats heated.
I'm talkin conversing void of fingers and proofreading.

Though your breath on my neck is desirable and somewhat impossible to resist,
this
is what occupies my mind on trains. destitute of a "good read", I write.
see this is the gift that I was given and I present this to you.

Though the presentation of my body in the red light
wrapped in moans
and silent screams are inevitable
and somewhat impossible to control.

My mind runs rampant on reasoning with you under the sensi maybe?
to know your problems and brainstorm of solutions,
to hold your head and caress it with assurance,
to lay your body in my comfort.
Playing chess and every other intellectual game that would make our brain nut.
I daydream about chinese food, pizza, ice cream, ackee n saltfish, fried chicken and everything else we can feed each other watching HBO on demand.
catching itis and dissappearing from the world.

have u?

Spur Of The Moment (Or was it meant to be)

2008-10-30T20:26:00.000-07:00

I'm still stuck on the situation, I dnt want to, but I'm tryna forget it That lil big thing that happened during the time we were spending Vibes started sending messages to the subliminal between me and u And honestly, @ the time I didn't kno what to do I've wanted u for so long and now here u are, but that was deaded, we're now friends, or so I thought Sumthin bout u forever had me stunned by ur walk I was drawned to ur attention from ur voice when u talked Our eyes locked, my heart dropped, and then there was a spark My feelings were locked until u started puttin in ur pention Flashing lights flashing I didn't kno what was happenin And the sudden feeling zoomin thru my body was amazing I then open my eyes, to find ur face infront of mine Ur nose is touching mine and then my mind is just bugged Realizin ur fingaz runnin thru my scalp past the roots Lookin @ ur kiks kicked off next to my boots, Lips pillow soft reminding of my cotton sheets Skin silky smooth, she must moiturize thoroughly before she sleeps Deeply in a dark void she and I start to creep The time was now, so we did what we feltwas meant to be Later on, we're tryna to realize this is wrong, but its not I say we shouldn't go on, she tells me dnt stop I'll do anything for her, so I go, and I go, and go and go Until I'm ready to explode But was it the spur of the moment, or was this meant to be Cuz since then, even when ur not around me ur all I see At times I wonder if u think we should be But I kno we can't cuz ur man works right across from me I see you walkin 2gether, sayin that should be me U were supposed to be venting, u talked about it with me Like I said, maybe it was jus the spur of the moment But I kno where ur feelings sumtimes dwell So whenever ur ready to refill ur bin of water, my whell is always open to ur bucket No matter what happened during that spur of the moment..........

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Ricardo Belcon

Lost In Lust

2008-10-30T20:18:00.001-07:00

When she walks down block its like time stops and all eyes are on her.. Every nigga in the street loses their mind at the smell of her perfume. Her skin is as smooth as warm milk chocolate over vanilla ice cream..... But all that beauty doesn't make up for her sad way of thinking. She's looking for a quick come up. So she's always seen where foreign cars are driven like chariots and everyone is silent because their money speaks louder than prison loud speaker.. The body that the men in her neighborhood set as the standard of beauty gets used every other night as a rich mans play thing and every other morning she gets awakened by mans zipper going up then gets up enough 2 see his back as his footsteps echo her apartment.. She continues this routine with hopes of one of these men will share their "Good life" with her not knowing she's just a Friday on his calender of weekly one night stands. Now the men in her neighborhood watch something so beautiful get used and thrown away as if she has "Disposable Pussy" stamped across her pelvis.. Now when she walks up the block they hang their heads wondering will she ever learn.......

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Salahudin of Geminetic Soul

Love Epiphany

2008-10-29T12:52:00.000-07:00

For me to wake up with a smile on my face I would have to fall asleep next to you. For me to laugh I must first cry with you. Your the definition of my other half i need you like a lost child needs his mother. You are the blood that runs through my veins. Your the light at the end of the tunnel that gives me hope. You are just you and that's all i want and need. Simple just like life just like the way i love you simply, I am not implying to you in every syllable of my verb that you are it. Basic... Be just that nothing to complex, don't talk too much, just act, act simply on your innate emotions don't be common, don't be repetitious, don't be overzealous be you, that is all i want you basically and simply.......... You

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Geminetic Soul