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philipesteem · 3 months
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cocoabuttavasa · 1 month
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you are too full of life and love to be half loved by someone. you deserve a love that feels satiating for your spirit. you deserve a love that makes you feel seen. you deserve a love that makes you feel heard. you deserve a love that listens and a love that is patient. you deserve a love that is kind and a love that feels warm. you deserve a love that makes your heart explode and a love that sends shivers down your spine. you deserve a love that takes the time to study you, that takes the time to understand your mind. you deserve a love that is patient and compassionate. you deserve a love that grows old. you deserve a love that doesn’t judge but instead accepts you wholeheartedly; flaws and all. you deserve a love that sends tingles through your whole body and leaves butterflies swarming in your stomach. you deserve a love that gives you 80 on the days that you can only give 20. you deserve a love that sends you into overdrive at the slightest thought of their touch. you deserve a love that lasts. you see how you simply read this, you deserve a love that is simple and extraordinary all in one. you deserve to be felt, you deserve to be loved. you deserve love.
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Tracklist:
The Dead Flag Blues • East Hastings • Providence
Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube
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kendallwa · 7 months
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https://www.instagram.com/tv/CxgZPYzOpg-/?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==
Refresh - “What’s a Terrorist Look Like” 2011.
This song was released on SoundCloud back in the day. It’s about stereotypes and how people love to imagine threats, and how dangerous that can be. The most dangerous people may not look how you imagine them to look (i.e. black & brown). ✌🏽
#poetry #art #music #blackhair #hiphop #spokenword #blackexcellence #electronicmusic #housemusic #fashion
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mizchievious · 10 months
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If I Die tonight
If I should die tonight in this war of materialism, capitalism, and empire building, and you find my body lying on the cold asphalt in a pool of blood. Understand I attempted my best. I was fighting to stay in sunlight, fighting to be on a freedom ride. I know I could have been a better father, son, brother, lover, husband. But even after I gave it all my best thoughts, I still only knew what I knew.  I lived by the gun with determination and hustle collecting funds. I counted on cash money not tomorrow; the rent is always due. My demons became soldiers and comrades. Facing fears that came with tears. I’ve seen and done things that will never allow me to go back. Tell the babies, Daddy lost his way home, he may not make it back. So, I push forward, I didn't choose life, life chose me. Living a life comparable to a nightmare so others can live their dreams. What a sick way of thinking I'm living free. Walking the earth with bedazzled shackles around my wrist calloused hands picking treasures out of dirty gutters. This I do because I promised you tomorrow.  I've stolen many tomorrows’ knowing tomorrow was never mine to see. This was the only way I knew, you're the reward worth every risk. I need you to know if I should die tonight.
If I should die tonight in this war of principalities, immoralities, and ritualistic informalities. Please know I forgive you; I thank you, and I love you. To no one else have I ever felt close. Now I sit with you as a ghost haunting your memories missing you more than life itself. I didn't have a clue as to when I was going to be right. So, I left you my love to hold until I return to take its place in your arms. I’ve seen and done things that will never allow me to go back. Change brings losses and lessons to teach accountability. This "Y" on our road will now only travel one, it will not allow us to walk side by side any longer. Make no apologies because it was all you are that brought forth the best in me. I have your love and memories forever with me. If I should die tonight.
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therealmackenson10 · 11 months
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Shout out to the homie for the positive message. I had to turn it into a traxk.Even if it’s by one person who sees the real you. We all matter 🤘🏾🖤
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observantnotions · 9 months
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Some spoken word for the night
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moonfirebrides · 1 year
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Maxi Jazz of Faithless RIP, rest well
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lakotasummermoon · 2 years
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Who is a part of your tribe???
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camorval · 2 years
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follow my poetry page @illusivepoems
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philipesteem · 3 months
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cocoabuttavasa · 8 months
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dear me,
I am proud of you, always and abundantly.
with love,
me 🫀
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Tracklist:
Power • Blood • Home • From the Stars • The Revenge of Julian Modely • The Expedition • Handlebars • Devotee • U-Lock Justice!
Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube
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kendallwa · 8 months
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Screenshots from the edited sfw version of “Burn Paris Burn”. After YouTube originally banned the 1st version I made this. Drops soon… 🤐
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mizchievious · 11 months
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Word From the Author
           Let me state first that these writings are not autobiographical but come from unique perspectives. Each essay and poem have its own distinct perspective. Good, bad, right, or wrong, these poetic writings have been inspired by conversations with men, women, gay, straight, them, and they from various backgrounds about the most intimate parts of their lives. Black, white, brown, rich, and poor, humans with different experiences regarding their roles and/or contributions in the realm of a “male’s place in society” that has turned into what society has deemed “male toxicity.” For what is male toxicity but untreated/unhealed human trauma? In a time where social rules are changing, intellects are awakening minds to the ill effects toxicity produces. From racism to gender wars, placing each of us against each other for one reason or another.
The patriarchal rule, “it’s a man’s world,” has forbidden male vulnerability to be shown. Yet in finding the solution to healing the wounds this toxicity has put on our society WE ALL have forgotten the main ingredient in healing ALL BEINGS affected: Love. Everyone is finger pointing, looking for someone or something to blame from history to religion. Making Gods and Devils, heroes, and villains. These writings aren’t here to excuse or scapegoat anyone’s evil actions but to offer an intimate glimpse into masculine emotion that has been labeled heartless. Unmasking the masculine emotion behind patriarchal decisions that are never shared. The masculine emotion man is shamed for showing. Unmasking the same masculine emotion that has become dead weight and left man holding that weight while standing on a raft in the middle of the sea. The masculine emotion of strength that man is made to believe makes him weak. This weight does not only drown bad men but good men too. Whether male or female, they or them, evil does not care what human host gives it a home. Is life not suffering? Do not all humans experience struggle, defeat, and their smothering depths?
All characters are fictional in these poetically inspired stories of human experiences. It is written in the first-person narrative to stimulate the thought process. With these writings I hope to dispel any myths about male strength and vulnerability; may these writings be an act of contrition, a show of male vulnerability society is owed, maybe give answers to some unanswered questions. May this be the starting line to ultimately show that “man” is not the enemy—evil humans are. Even fools want a better world. It doesn’t make them foolish. Masculinity is no more the enemy than femininity is; both are fallible. One is nothing without the other, without one the other falls weak and dies. May these writings be the starting lines that start the discussions to begin healing and changing paradigms.
 -Michael Wade
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