cold sweat

Chronically dispositioned to relay unconditioned stimulus, relapse without medication explanation for symptoms. No attention no intention to avert or distract reality from fiction, psychotic drugs to take make me go insane while atypicals wound my brain to rewire, fire fire mirror-neurons spark up. Dopamine levels up the charts. Seratonin had me feelin high as a mutha help me help me when shit gets low to the point I'm out of control. Leave it up to the doc better yet just leave me alone.

for the evenin'

The word love gets tossed way around, i was just here thinkin of me and you gettin down. I approach so sincere with a mission in hand, told you straight up my intention and said, my name is francis. I'm here to bone sexually with no antics. You got the right type of dress I'd like to take off, body so seductive no glasses shades on. You a hot mess, let me get down and undress ya. Let me do the things you thought was planned, seein how alone you are with no man. And then maybe we can do it again. One night stand couldn't stand a chance with the blowin silk booty had me in a trance. Her name I forget but I listen closely, wishin you'd just shut up and hold me. Down my belt, you felt my affection, let me come teach you a some bedroom lesson. All the right weaponry was what I saw, dropped the jaw when you respond well so let's head back to the spot we'll soon be layin at. I'm at the mound its your turn to bat. Hit second to third, crawled my way down to home, strike me out you can try but don't. 12 innings we lasted, I looked at the clock yeh I'm a conceited bastard. Round 13 is next godamn we lasted, yet another hour. My head is blasted. You intoxicate me in a way ill be pumped through the stomach. Spill my guts and confess this as my best. I'm more alive now than ever. Time to end this joint with somethin clever. Bottom line you got it goin on, heaven's cloud upholds them pretty wings like maxwell and like ll we doin it well. Makin chants like we bout cast some spells. All over town, from lux apartment to hotel, you the best out of everyone else.

taylor mali!

i met this dood about 3 weeks ago at the bowery poetry club and i gotta say yo i was mad starstruck. great attitude and always has a solid concrete message with his overall style.

this won't be the last post about mr. mali cause this guy is just dope!

shout out to www.bowerypoetry.com

funky!

discographies are really dope. you get the history aspect of the artist's come up in the game, and their inspiration or samples from earlier tracks.

this one is from a tribe called quest's "i left my wallet in el segundo"

bands like sugar ray have also sampled the chamber brother's "funky"

but i feel atcq did it best!

wings

Up in the air and under the clouds, will there ever be a time and place where you can love me somehow? The water's clear, salted and pure from even the times it hits beaches and oil spills endured. The most damage one can do to someone is to say I hate you, one of the worst things to experience in life, other than death, is love. You see love and hate comes into one, like eroded earth it comes back as dirt. So even though sometimes you love me sometimes it hurts, even if it kills me. I work. Hardly ever to misinterpret anythin you say. Hard to say I'm sorry, even harder so that you love me. Only time and place was about 10 mins before my flight, a bit too late to reminisce about us. You'd think there would be us after you come scourin through the woods of my bein, knowin that months ago, flooded phones resorted to endless ringin. Enough is enough I really realized, a friend like you sure is a disguise. Never have i ever been through so much heartache than with you. You pushed to shove, when i pushed for love. Pullin away each other's spirits, weighin down to the point ive fallen down to the abyss i can no longer see you. This is where you brought me to. This darkness fills me with hollow, raw and unconditional sorrow but now i see the light i choose to follow. You dissappear like a nimbus cloud, i scream for help with a thunderous loud cry, i no longer wish to die. I've grown better older and wise. I've grown wings now I'm able to fly. I've said it once but this time I mean it. Goodbye my companion, it's been great but now were done. Understand it, leave it alone and run.

heartache

There are many forms of heartache:one bein flaked on by a girl you kinda like, set up by others, now its hard to show face when the whole event turns to disgrace. Two, bein up all night thinkin about the one that got away, hopefully she's been thinkin the same. If not then it's just shameful to feel hope, drugged up so much you just had to try dope. Forget about the future plans of promised engagements and elope. Three...hangin your neck from a damn rope...FOUR!!! Man I just can't take much more, I wanna be different and grown, overthrow this feelin of insecurity, sense of pride with a side of humility. Anguish and pain, arise with sorrow and sadness. Five, I've come to realized madness. That all actions have in regards to physics have an equal and counter reaction. But I'm sick of the backlashin and outlandish thoughts in my mind while I try to find happiness on the outside.Six, heartache comes from losin your family, bit by bit. You had nights and days sittin and sleepin alone, while you see pictures of your daughter almost grown into a toddler. You miss her hair and her laughter. You cry at night, but these are the things needed done to keep the bills from fallin over your head. You wish you were dead and eager to end the life you live, prayin your daughter will understand what you did. Hopefully she forgives. Seven, it comes in a form of sacrifice, from love to legal opportunities. To seek the goal of pridin yourself as an equal member of society...while destroyin yourself and your family. Seein you cry that night you got arrested had me devastated, my heart broke into two so by the time we get to heartache number 50 I'll be heartless and blue. You sacrificed a great deal, hopeless future of a son, broken homes from both daughters, you should have never did us the favor. Maybe then we'll still be together. They say sometimes sacrifice is necessary, but it's insane that our situation is deemed ok. Because number 8, I'm not okay. I've lost faith in the yesterday teachings. I'm not religious enough I deserve a beatin. Punishment for the wrong things I've done, or for missed opportunities in the destiny of life. Tonight, I pray for my own sake. I pray that I won't catch another heartache.Number 9 comes to mind when all that is lost from under the surface. Your ego checks out you no longer exist within you. You gave up on yourself, who else will need you? Through all the tries and second chances, through all the hard truth and bitter lies, you doomed yourself you're soon to die. And you can't cry. You dont know why.

One on One with Bourdain

From dinin with Robuchon and Ripert, New York's own Anthony Bourdain rounds up his daily eats prior to his new book tour, Medium Raw.

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feelin

She got francism just like the next chick, had it since 06 wasn't diagnosed and had no treatment. No frequent visitations feelins reside then it manifested like a creature. The main catalyst had risen, carefully examined then eventually turned to wishful thinkin. In instinct, she was doubtful, her heart was caught in some kind of moral bubble. the type to be the shy type never had the right time just to lay pipe. Next few years feelins tide down, diminished feelins now finished decided to end it and fuck it. Always envisioned the right one but never with him. Lyin mighta triggered but cheatin prolly did it. In her best interest she approached with caution second guessin, guessin if she was sure to make the right decision. A kiss on the lips hand on the hips possibly the flow of words had done it. She felt like a winner of a race had won it. It felt so good she just couldn't stop waitin for that magic number 8 to pop. She hopped from one pad to the next man altho she was unsure the feelins from before had emerged then. Again and again tussled and turned under and over the pillow cover, erupted over the sheets til she had seeped over. And she moaned over...and over cursin my name, no shame caught in the moment had her layin wide open, vulnerable to love with no game.