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Bonus Blog: Poetry Slam Part Uno And Half By Mr. Blair And Friends

Bonus Blog: Poetry Slam Part Uno And Half By Mr. Blair And Friends

Two blogs in one week.
Peace, love, and Soooooul Glooooooo!

Title: S/O By *Box

Shout out to a world illuminated
Girls so jaded
And the boys that they dated
Guys that out did them
Let’s hope they’re not related
Heads shaved on the sides
Mohawks faded
They all look alike
In the world illuminated
Tight jeans tight vest can see the nipples on ya chest.
In a light so bright
Only money difuses stress.
Stress me stress you stress ya mother stress ya brother on the corner sellin everything from a rock to a water.
But it all don’t matter cause of the diamonds that you bought em’
Hangin from their wrists
Glisten when they twitch
Enough gleam, shine to make a good girl switch
Doin all the things that she hated.
Now dogged by who she dated
Cause everyones jaded
Papi and ya mami wearing shotties to block the shame as her young ass shakin
They can’t take sight of another daughter degraded
But no one can hide in a world illuminated.

People By Mr. Blair
Everyday I use to wonder….
How would it be to kiss you
To hold you
To tell you I love you
To tell you I miss you
To feel your soft skin against mines
To taste your sweet nectar
To be submerge by your walls
To look into your eyes
Gaze deeply
Gaze deeper
Gaze deep enough to hear the patters of your heart
To be touched
And to touch your emotions
To sleep at your side
To see you as first sight
The morning shine blesses your beauty
The silliness of your wit
The beauty of your voice
The sharing of two beautiful minds
How I wonder what we use to be
Because we’re just people n0w
Inseparable By Nicole Phoenix
I think about how we both started out;
So happy and sweet, naïve to what fate had in store for us
Beautiful brown girls pushed out into the world
We tried to hide our innocence but purity shrouded us in a blinding glow;
So bright we attracted the ills of this life like moths to a flame
Pretty round faces and big brown eyes widening with every flash of glitter
I wonder why no one ever told us, I wonder why no one ever protected us
We were left out in the cold with no one to fend for our honor
As time went on our paths seemed to drift further and further apart
We went from arm-in-arm to worlds away
At what point, on what day did it happen?
Was it the night you said yes and I said no?
I look to my left and I can barely see
Through the clouds of smoke I can’t even make out your frame
There’s no way I can do this without you!
I scream into the darkness and there is no answer
We are no longer one person sharing the same mind and I am alone
Fending off the ugliness of my days with no one by my side
I send up prayers and offerings to bless the one who left my life but never left my heart
There is never a day that I don’t wonder what ever happened to her
In passing I mention her name in dens of sin hoping that someone has seen her
Chasing shadows and inklings of her whereabouts
I spend my days following dark figures just beyond my reach
One day as if my thoughts had willed you in front of me, our paths cross
It’s true that time has changed us, our glow somewhat diminished
Our smiles may not be as wide but our hips have picked up the slack
We are beautiful nonetheless
It is almost as if words could not make up for lost time
Where do we begin, how do we explain everything that has happened
I look into her eyes and it is obvious
She doesn’t have to say a word, and I wouldn’t dare make her
All of her angst seems to come through every pore
Her face is stained with tears and marked with bruises
I am almost too ashamed to take in her whole frame;
Crumpled and tossed aside like a brown paper bag
Before she can say a word I sweep her up in my arms;
Hoping that in my embrace she can feel all of my love and guilt
An apology without words, “I am so sorry for leaving you behind”
I mutter inaudibly through sobs and uncontrollable tears
Just then a strange occurrence, smoke and booming thunder consumes us
The most incredible pain strikes me down, I can’t see and I can’t breathe
Opening my eyes I feel as if something otherworldly has just happened
Panicked and hysterical I push her far away from me
Did I just take on evil in the flesh?
She stumbled back and fell over; I could see the confusion and hurt on her face
I lend my hand to help her up and realize that her hand is my hand
I look in her face and her smile has somehow become my smile
A morbid grin steadily creeps across her face as she lets out a piercing cackle
Suddenly the truth of what has happened begins to sink in
The reality of what my life has been hits me all at once;
Unspeakable things that I have allowed to happen to her
My life plays in front of me like a cinema
Every wrong turn and every mistake is blaring in front of me in high definition
“You prayed for my safe return and here I am, in the flesh”
All of my running to find her has lead me to this
Peering at her with unfettered concentration I can still see her beauty
I can still see all of her joy buried deep beneath a lifetime of pain
I see all of the things that made me love her from day one
An unstoppable and indestructible force she is still fragile and as precious as a newborn
Her knowledge is ever reaching and no matter how downtrodden still has love to offer
She is me, she is you, and she is mother, and sister, and daughter
She is so worthy of your devotion, to be cherished, loved, and most importantly never left

Food For Lust By Trevor Eames Bigglesworth

Well sweetheart
This isn’t another man bragging
How he’s gonna pretzel your legs apart
Naw. This is I, leaving you airhead; jet lagging.
From pressure I putting between your walls
Body in awe
From the way my penis, pause
Yup! That’s spot right there, I saw
The way your body trembles
Use my tongue down your spine
Hands doing gang symbols
My lips on that can make you do another sign
From the way my tongue flickers at your Clitoris
I must be doing a good job; you’re pulling at your own hair
Hit or miss
It’s never a miss, dear.
Tongue or that
Got you running because I am a marathon
Therefore, any tools and weapons you got, throw it back
Ha! I welcome any jawn, lady, or dame; all will be spitting like a pond
All beautiful women are welcome
Passionate, rough, lick, suck, or eat
The ending is always the same, never just a well cum
Nope, all are weak, sleep, counting sheep.
Ha! True story…

Misguided by Aquilla Phillips
What is this self affliction that makes me want what doesn’t want me?
What is this yearning desire of affection from he,
that doesn’t want to give it to me?
Does my spirit feel what my eyes can’t see?
Why does my flesh crave for what it’ll never receive?

But still, there he is. Dangled in front of me.
Taunting me, teasing me, all while my heart is misleading me.

My heart is such a liar.
Sitting there igniting a fire, making some poor uninterested soul the object of my desire.
Instigating feelings based on… air!
Got me working towards, reaching for a prize that’s not even there.

I trusted you.
I trusted you to guide me and keep yourself guarded against the pain of reality.
But there you sit inside of me, lying and careless misguiding me.
No matter how hard I fight you always overpower me.
I know my mind is telling me this dude ain’t really feeling me.
But my heart can’t seem to let it be.
Please! Release me from this agony.

Or maybe I’m just doomed to be in love with someone distantly.
Straight up punk to the third degree.
Cuz’ I could never tell him what he means to me.
No longer fighting my heart that continues to lead me
Further and further away from reality.

What is this self affliction that makes me want what doesn’t want me?
What is this yearning desire of affection from he, that doesn’t want to give it to me?

About Mr. Blair

Eric Blair was born in August of 1984 in Philadelphia, PA, and raised in the North Philly section of the city. He has always enjoyed stories, schemes, and the complexities of plots. At a young age he discovered that he could create narratives full of adventures, creativity, and intrigue. It was this realization that caused him to fall in love with the art of storytelling. At age of twenty-one Eric began writing comic books. His first professional book “Hip-Hop Chronicles” was written for Space Dawg Entertainment in 2004. Eric’s writing style ranges from descriptive to expository writing, where the writing serves to explain and inform the audience. He uses thoroughly developed characters, clever situations, and witty conversation style and tone to keep readers engaged. Eric is inspired by authors who can evoke an emotional response from the reader, as well as authors who can blend elements of fact with fiction to construct a great piece. Eric is currently working on a series of comic books that are soon to be published, his recent writings have been guest featured on several online blogs. He works on perfecting his craft by consistently updating his work, editing pieces, reviewing the latest relevant material, and surrounding his self with like minded, creative, intelligent people.

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