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Post by upfromsumdirt on May 2, 2008 13:04:54 GMT -5
may 2 2008: from brotha neil's "true north" poem... either or both may burn
mountains come close but no cigar
a finger under certain circumstances
if a basalt column went for a walk
forgetting dependence
moved behind a mirage
to avoid alarming anyone
found the place its shadow fit
merged back into solid and sensible- brotha neil gets fat props for is imaginative narratives... if i recall... a stele or shadow or a sandwich or somethin ends up wearing a pair of pumas... i might be wrong... but yall can check it out for urselves right here: theprojects.proboards36.com/index.cgi?board=thephone&action=display&thread=2078 |
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Post by Mary Jane Burns on May 2, 2008 20:59:32 GMT -5
hell yeah!
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Post by Celestial Dancer on May 5, 2008 22:43:01 GMT -5
What IS life without imagination?
Bravo neil~
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Post by upfromsumdirt on May 9, 2008 20:29:06 GMT -5
may 9th '08 from barelypoetic's "love you MORE" (and also the leading candidate for poem of the month!) but we still know enough of this tendership to salt away our discretions and do how it do before we grew to know better and i'm so noticeably bigger than my initial skepticism when first i solicited zeus for a sign; miracles made of mist and thunderbolts and seen it rain sideways for 30 days droplets against the grain.. check it here: theprojects.proboards36.com/index.cgi?board=thephone&action=display&thread=2186&page=1 |
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Post by upfromsumdirt on May 19, 2008 16:57:06 GMT -5
friday's verse of fire is by LEFTYSERGEANT "bringing the djinn to heel" (in its entirety) check it here: theprojects.proboards36.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=rants&thread=2218&page=1.... Where did it come from, this decietful djinn? Why does it sit beside you like Faust's black poodle? Can't it see you are trying to write? It offers to fetch you something from the past Perhaps some memory to inspire your pen Or perhaps some forgotten war suovenier It still remembers each path you trod And secret stashes you left behind And things you didn't know you had dropped But some of them have a stench about them You buried them long ago for good reason Some things are best left where you needn't see them Better you teach it to dance for you Make it retell your history with a smile Let it emphasize the brighter moments Some day you will learn to rid yourself of it Soon or late you must pronounce the charm Face it and say:"Bism Allah, begone!" |
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Jun 12, 2008 15:18:00 GMT -5
from sissa gitluv's 'screen dump' theprojects.proboards36.com/index.cgi?board=thephone&action=display&thread=2277&page=1i'm not here to entertain younot caring about your degrees or how many
coalated corrections you can fling im
not spellchecking shit or
spitting on my fist before i
shove at chu so
dont expect nothing real polite
its poetry
the sky opens up and
aluminum foil,
folded three times then rolled at the tip
real sharp like..
lands in your third eye causing seizures and
if you're lucky
you had a pen in your hand when it happend
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Jul 12, 2008 6:16:24 GMT -5
july 12, 2008: from barelypo's 'let no man put us under' theprojects.proboards36.com/index.cgi?board=thephone&action=display&thread=2326&page=1she's.. so against my sleeping with my switchblade
even if too many bitchmade niggas want what i got
and its bad enough i bring knives to gunfights
but pistols under the pillow don't fly with my boo
she calls me, clyde and i be like
yeah, same last name but.. PO Barrow though,
urbanized outlaw and.. we're so public enemy
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Nov 21, 2008 14:11:35 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Dec 9, 2008 10:40:37 GMT -5
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buh. i feel like a criminal. didn't even know this thread existed.
anyway, it's a fantastic idea. thanks 'dirt, for doing all the
work to make the marquee verses available, rotating and
archived. who's the best board owner?
no contest.
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Dec 10, 2008 13:28:43 GMT -5
thanks man,
just wish't ida did this from the beginning...
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Post by neil on Dec 10, 2008 19:50:04 GMT -5
where mud? ima sickim on you fa talkin like att. ffft.
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Dec 14, 2008 16:55:28 GMT -5
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Feb 22, 2009 20:15:44 GMT -5
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Feb 22, 2009 20:18:39 GMT -5
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Mar 26, 2009 12:41:22 GMT -5
from Neil's chatbox conversation: he said:
HEKFARRthat ish made my day!  |
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Post by neil on Apr 4, 2009 22:56:00 GMT -5
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.v.pleased that my bumblery results in unguessed merriment.
and so.the PROJX 
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Post by upfromsumdirt on May 26, 2009 5:57:13 GMT -5
friday, may 26th 2009 - on a tuesday... from kriticool's 'kleer rantz' theprojects.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=thephone&thread=3084&page=1This weakness in heart is unyielding, with
the people appealing for more...Give 'em more
Those number size 7X “Stop Snitchin” T-Shirts....
so we can pretend to have Freedom of Movement..
a bogus display of motion...a false display of Emotion.
Obviously, there's No Devotion
to a community undergoing an onslaught by its own self...
Killing off its Own Wealth |
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Jul 16, 2009 8:43:52 GMT -5
friday's verse of fire is
from RISSAROO16's
- "EMOTIONAL AFFAIR"(the newbie is layin' it down!) theprojects.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=lovesadshit&action=display&thread=3250&page=1.... My hair is thick with secrets I swam laps trying to drown out the thoughts that scream at me even louder in the middle of nights and fallen tears in early mornings around 3:00am Why is it that I can never sleep when I know that I have something to do Or why is it that I can spill my heart on my pillow and shovel the debris through late night text messages that probably won't get any responses anyway's and I know that I'll be having known moments when I have to rephrase what I said, and pick the brains of thought-to-be lovers, trying to get them to shovel their flowers into my mouth, so maybe I'll choke on the stem, sticking with thorns, and I won't have to speak this pain so quietly anymore.. or at least for a while, until I move on, and find myself without someone else...by choice ....
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stirred~UP
renting to own...
.:. H.I.S. .:.
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Post by stirred~UP on Jul 17, 2009 11:09:00 GMT -5
and pick the brains of thought-to-be lovers, trying to get them to shovel their flowers into my mouth, so maybe I'll choke on the stem, sticking with thorns, and I won't have to speak this pain so quietly anymore.. or at least for a while, until I move on, and find myself without someone else...by choice .... |
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preachin' to the choir!!
dig the way you express!!
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Post by rissaroo16 on Jul 20, 2009 20:35:05 GMT -5
haha.thanxx yall
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Dec 7, 2009 12:40:22 GMT -5
a chatbox entry from sista apaxicana
up on the roof of the projx,
slingshot in hand, all's
quiet on the home front...
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Feb 24, 2010 22:23:07 GMT -5
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Post by apaxicana on Feb 25, 2010 0:34:31 GMT -5
This makes me sooooooooo happy!!!! thanks Brotha D! really, I'm honored big hugs, Apaxi
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