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Ok fam listen up. This month we have a few new features to the site.....The 4 latest poems have been added to various pages. Though u may not feel like visitin' all 6, please be sure to visit atleast three. I need to keep this thing runnin' somehow. The latest poems can be found on The Sequal- entitled "What's Left", The CLE4Life3- entitled "ANOTHER STORM" and "Behind Closed Doors" and the "Freestyle", "For Aaliyah" on The 4th Birth,and The 5th Drop- entitled "For Ra". For a little somethiin' extra, pics of thr Ruff Ryders, Angelina Jolie, and more- including myself have been posted on CLE6- the pic page. The Freestyle's can mostly be understood if u read the poems entitled "In Dreams" and "...Response". I'm proud to announce that there is a NEW page and that is 2 Lucky 7 (new poem "U Did It". Make sure u check it out. One more new addition, The Fate of Number 8, has been added. It promises things some of us wish to forget to move on w/ current relations. On CLE9, pics of Pink have been added for all the Pink fans. The 10th page, Comics has a lil' somethin' that will be updated every now and then and plus some games for ur added pleasure (smile). Also to the new list is Encounters..... This page focuses on some of my everyday encounters and who or what I come in contact w/. The next page after that, called ThroughTime has a freestye on it that is NEW!...ALSO, check out Another One. It has a couple extra poems on it that r new- including my alcoholic poem...The
marks all of the poems and lyrics that r new. What I write is not meant to offend anyone intentionally. My mind is only speakin' the way it knows how.....truthfully. So enjoy the shit as art and expression.....nothin' more.....nothin' less......For the person who said that I am a racist b/c of the stuff I write, look again ASSHOLE..... There is not one racist remark in anything I write.... Maybe if ur mind was above a second grade level u would be able to understand my stuff...Why don't u try revealin' who u r instead of tryin' to conceal ur identity behind a vote form...I don't care if ur white, black, Hispanic or whatever. I'm a mutt myself and I associate w/ everyone that rn't asshole's like urself... So do urself a favor "Mr./Ms. by- the- way I'm white"... learn to stop makin' $#!+ a color issue b/c when peeps like me rise to the top, it's pieces of $#!+ like u I will have stuck to the bottom of my shoe.... Don't test me..... For all the non haters, don't forget to sign my guestbook! 
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UntitledDreams diminished before my eyes/
I'm watchin' my life crumble like the ashes of an unplucked cigarette/
Clocks tickin' and I'm runnin' outta time/
More like runnin' AFTER it/
But it won't stop for me/
It's not like my mother who strokes me with the same hand she disciplines me with/
But I overlook her irate acts and interpret them as love/
For like the hand of my Creator she protects me/
Protects me from all that I am capable of/
But a sudden jerk of a rope or incision in my wrist can take my mother away from me/
And me away from her/
But never that/
Those thoughts r for the weak/
I've been made strong by the oppression placed upon me by those that can not accept me/
By those who so- called love me/
By those who so- called befriended me/
By myself/
By you/
And yet love in my one and only other is not enough to appease my anger at this/
"They" stare with their eyes but crush me under their feet/
My ancestors did so much to free ME/
But I still feel the weights of those chains as they bare down on me/
And limit my movement/
My ancestors...../
They did SO much to free ME/
But now I ask: Who is TRULY free?
Never SatisfiedThat has both of us diggin' our early grave
We pave the way
Both got what we gave
Hearin' echoes in this shallow cave
Conversations from both present and past
I once thought... free at last
But u stil allow intruders to come and rule us
Entangle us in nets
Shackle us in chains
Whip our flesh with reigns
Beat us to the ground with wooden canes
And for this we have changed
'Member back when age made us innocent
Now things r different
It took four years
A pocket full of tears'And ashes from burned bridges
To smooth out my ridges
And make reality what my wish is
That's to have ur heart with no worries or pains
No switchin' lanes
No othersmakin' u insane
No wreckless drivin'
To where we're strivin'
Jus' stay alive and arrive at where I feel we're destined
to be
U see
Stop makin' this rela involve three
It's time to jus' make it due
What we have is too true
Two true
Me and u
We can do as we please
We fly high
Wings brush the tops of trees
A disease is this love thing
Eternal love symbolized by a ring
We're too strong for that
Above that
Too advanced for lil' chit chat
We hold each other strong and long
My arms around u
My love surrounds u
Finally found u
Forever away fate kept us...
Then lay as we may there slept us.
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