D.Greaves http://dgreaves.posterous.com Well Veresed. Never Rehearsed. posterous.com Thu, 29 Dec 2011 16:39:00 -0800 I REFUSE TO B (THE REMIX) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/i-refuse-to-b-the-remix http://dgreaves.posterous.com/i-refuse-to-b-the-remix

Go on D'ee...KILL IT!

I REFUSE to be,

bamboozled, bombarded, bulldogged, blasphemed, put on blast,

befuddled, belittled, breached like a bytch dawg,

a beagle, howling at the moon while you moon me,

a beach flea, a C when in every other aspect of life

I grade out straight A's,

go on devil worshipper and pick up your strays

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

a bystander, bypassed, a bylaw,

or a byproduct of your bullshyt,

a beat dyck, a beatnik, a bygone,

who stresses enough to have a bypass,

go on with your salty azz

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

a billboard in your Babylon,

a back heel, a back peel, a back stop,

for your errant balls,

a bacteria, a buffon,

but I will be a broom

and sweep my room clean of your belittling

 

SHOW 'EM WHAT YA GOT D'EE!

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

baptized by your barefaced basketfull of bullshyt,

a baby in your basinet waiting to be bayoneted,

a bashful boy while you baptize me bereft of beneficence,

a bastardly barnacle, I.E. a hanger on

while your ghost ship slips out to sea

SHEEETTT!

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

a barrister, there is only ONE law I follow,

a basketball bouncing from baseline to basslines,

a byline in your bawdy Bible,

a butterfly, fluttering by while you besot another brother

with your biorhythms,

I got my own Jizm, and plenty of it to shoot,

GIMME THE LOOT, GIMME THE LOOT,

b'cuz your bank is closed

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

brainwashed by your banter while you barter my beliefs,

to be battered by your battalion on your battleground,

a bulkhead in your ship that is dead and listing in stormy seas,

a black beauty bathing in your bile,

beguiled by your style

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

a blacktop for black cops,

and allow myself to be blackmailed by blockheads,

a blood stained bumba-clatt, rass clatt, a tampon,

to be bled apon,

a blowhard looking for black holes in your fragile black ice,

to have blueballs while you puff about blueprints of liberty,

what temerity

 

LET ME HOLLA!

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

bludgeoned by your blunders,

torn asunder by your blast,

blowtorched by your blame game,

a blunt blunted by the blundering of your bungled attempts

to circumvent my BLACKNESS,

A blue belt when, in fact, I acquired my black belt

the hard way, on the boulevard,

SHEETTT!

I AM A BARD! a professional poet,

a black Shakespeare,

stand clear,

and watch this Nigger, Colored, Negro, Afro..whattt..African-Non-American

blast off into the stratosphere

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

a biopsy,

while you autopsy the black collective body,

a bird brain in a birdcage when my birthright

is BARBADIAN SAGE,

let me tell ya' a lil' sumthin,

my birthmark is sown into my banter,

so I can't be a bishop while you checkmate my Kingship,

I cannot be simply a blip on your radar screen,

you make me laugh with your bizarre behavior,

Hell nah, I ain't no savior but I do savor

 

WHAT I REFUSE TO BE,

a boardinghouse, a bodega,

where you store bales of stash,

a backlash, slashed by your bullwhip,

a quip,

when I am a Bohemian Rhapsody,

a bloated body bouncing in the brackish backwaters

of a breached levee,

a bevy of bombast,

I HAVE CLASS!

I am NOT  a bullock,

a castrated male bull ,

HELL-OOOO!

my Black Penis pierced Venus and begot Mars,

my sperm is the stars

you wish apon,

GWAN SAY IT! D'EE IS A BRILLIANT, BEAUTIFUL BLACK MON!,

so bow down to my brilliance, because

 

I REFUSE TO BE,

a damn bobble head,

my bedrock is Bajan sand,

AFRICAN, much love AFR-I DAMN WELL CAN AMERICANS,

de Rasta farians,

I AM NOT,

a bodysurfer on a bottomless sea,

a mutiny with a bounty on my black pride,

I AM NOT

bourgeois, NAH-AHH!

I AM BLACK TO THE BONE!

at home

in houses Black or White,

WHAZZUP BARACK! YOU'RE A REAL BROTHA!

I AM NOT

a blight in the bowels of the Badlands,

I AM a vowel,

A-E-I-O-U-will be seeing D'ee African,

American I CAN box with the best,

I stand the test of time,

I boycott Bozo's,

I AM NOT a clown,

I've been around, and I AM BACK AND BLACK AGAIN

 

AWWWW SHUCKS!

 

A-B-WHO DO YOU CEE?

HOLD UP, HOLD UP, STOP RIGHT THERE,

WHAT LETTER IS NEXT?!?

HELLA YESSSS! D'EEEE

AND THAT'S WHO THE HELL I BE!

I AM THE ONE AND ONLY BROTHA D'EE

NUFF SAID!

 

Did I kill this joint or what!!!!

 

 

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http://files.posterous.com/user_profile_pics/993135/www.dgreavesthepoet.png http://posterous.com/users/1kW0JkHfQfeh Darwin Greaves D'EE Darwin Greaves
Wed, 21 Dec 2011 17:40:00 -0800 REQUIEM http://dgreaves.posterous.com/requiem http://dgreaves.posterous.com/requiem

So much I have left to say,

crumpled, craft worn paper in tired hands,

inconvienient plans,

a new reassurance, a new Renaissance, a new reality,

chemicallly induced, proof read minds

once dazzled by a sublte brilliance,

now having a rendezvous in waste,

bomb blasted blueprints buried in haste,

Tears sizzling apon cultured concepts scorched by faithless dreams,

a prelude to an eternal damnation,

lovers shouting NEVER AGAIN, and again they never learn,

inconvienient truths,

sun tilting, waxen roses wiltling, a lovely facade,

a prop, an image of a false reality,

thoughts of you stored away,

with so much left to be said,

so much I refuse to say,

Artificial lights revealing the age lines

forming on a Mona Lisa smile,

faces fermenting under an unrelenting pessimism,

lovers passively resisting optimism,

no one to utter my name,

Islands of incessant doubt harboring shadows

that digest my animosity,

generosity abused,

silent screams, primal dreams,

inquires to spirits faling to resuscitate

a heart racked with strain,

a heart defined by acrimonious assaults,

accepting fault,

my faults, no one's fault, but my own,

faith faltering, purity of love committed

to the fire of misbegotten desire,

a loveless heart, a stark landscape,

a void called simply fate,

memories escape as a perordained pain returns,

a heart burns,

reduced to ashes, now carried by the winds

to a place where light refuses to reside

   

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http://files.posterous.com/user_profile_pics/993135/www.dgreavesthepoet.png http://posterous.com/users/1kW0JkHfQfeh Darwin Greaves D'EE Darwin Greaves
Wed, 21 Dec 2011 16:07:00 -0800 TIME http://dgreaves.posterous.com/time-73542 http://dgreaves.posterous.com/time-73542

"Just vibing on some thoughts, nah mean. I wonder if those around me, those who read me, those who THINK they know me truly understand how blessed fools are that I picked up a quill."

 

I gave what I gave,

can't give anymore,

don't wanna end up, feet up, hoped up, doped up,

beggin' a nurse, cryin' from bedsores

 

I once swore

on my life I wouldn't taste anymore tears,

so let me lock-N-load, for years,

I've been prepared to face my fears

 

The woman who raised me don't really know,

the woman who hazed me is too scared to show,

all that talk 'bout D'ee is a trip when he's sad,

trust and believe I'm much worse when I'm mad

 

Apologize to my daughter,

I refuse to hug her when I'm cryin',

defuse the anger in me,

Praise God, ain't nobody dyin',

but me, slowly,

cut, print and paste

still can't taste my intensity

 

HOW MANY DAYS CAN I FACE DEATH,

HOW MANY WAYS CAN I COPE WITH THE STRESS,

THE DEMON TRYIN' TO CURSE WHAT GOD HAS BLESSED,

BREAK THE EMERGENCY GLASS,

I AIN'T GOT MUCH TIME LEFT

 

Priestess once told me

I was born under a Red Star,

my soul brittle 'cuz it was riddled with scars,

she said 3 angels were so ashamed

they covered their faces with scarves,

I paid her and said, F--CK it, for every soul received,

one soul they discard,

"and that's the way it is, somethings will never change"

 

I never asked anybody for shyt,

eat a little bit, but never beg for grits,

always searched for a quite spot,

so I could drop some serious spyt,

stand like a man, never ask God why,

first lesson I learned in life,

men are born to die

 

All the talk back, back track,

brilliant catz not knowing how to act,

still I never slight anybody for what they might lack,

said it before I ain't tryin' to be the best,

real rap though, very few cats can match

the heart that beats in my chest

 

I know some think it's a smooth line,

don't really believe, everytime I write I slow bleed,

to them I say, May God bless you,

but don't be deceived, let me put it bluntly,

some men you just leave the hell alone,

don't ask, don't tell, no need to spell,

Nigga I'm grown

 

HOW MANY DAYS CAN I FACE DEATH,

HOW MANY WAYS CAN I COPE WITH THE STRESS,

THE DEMON TRYIN' TO CURSE WHAT GOD HAS BLESSED,

BREAK THE EMERGENCY GLASS,

I AIN'T GOT MUCH TIME LEFT

 

I'm just a little brotha,

no need to be afraid,

just be prepared to sleep in the bed you made,

never told anybody I was sweet,

shyt, only the Klan be hiding under bed sheets,

my  name is D. Greaves, you can peep it at your leisure,

while I operate on script and perfect my procedure

 

I sit in my seclusion,

but I hear all the freaky tales,

some including me

but I don't drop dymes on who I impale,

some catz got enuf nerve to weigh my worth

on a scale even they don't really trust,

then they scream about not receiving justice,

when who they F--CK is Just Us

 

Only woman I bow to is sixteen,

she has her mom's beauty,

but she's the product of my cream,

I see she got that Greaves thang,

talk alot but never reveal what's inside,

if a Nigga don't know when it's comin'

shyt, he or she can't hide

 

Always taught her it's important to have compassion,

but you're a Philly girl

so make sure that it's rationed,

if a dude walks one yard for you,

tell him thank you, but I can buy the other ninety-nine,

can't no man alive dominate a woman

who is brilliant, sexy, suave and fine

 

HOW MANY DAYS CAN I FACE DEATH,

HOW MANY WAYS CAN I COPE WITH THE STRESS,

THE DEMON TRYIN' TO CURSE WHAT GOD HAS BLESSED,

BREAK THE EMERGENCY GLASS,

I AIN 'T GOT MUCH TIME LEFT

 

 

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http://files.posterous.com/user_profile_pics/993135/www.dgreavesthepoet.png http://posterous.com/users/1kW0JkHfQfeh Darwin Greaves D'EE Darwin Greaves
Mon, 19 Dec 2011 16:08:00 -0800 ROAR! http://dgreaves.posterous.com/roar http://dgreaves.posterous.com/roar

Henny raw no rocks dawg. Let me get with this.

 

Straight Likka, no need to bicker,

I take Nuga's who think they bigger, turn 'em into critters,

sit yo' ass down nose picker, on the plantation you was a stripper,

now you BigSwolle on Twitter, was once, you still a dicker,

don't be bitter, 'cuz I escaped  Diablo by a whisker,

and left you pullin' a trigger, with  no kicker

 

Haaa! No bullets, 'bcuz you bullshyt,

that slave mentality got you used to the bullwhip,

now you serving Cool Whip, from the pulpit,

6-6-sixth, constrict  the Script, intermix a little skip,

Nuga like a kerosene heater without the wick,

flip quick, like you Bisquick, inflict that cool slick,

leave the congregation, in a state of spiritual masturbation,

like they convicts, I'm the salt of the earth Nuga,

you just a salt lick

 

You're intolerant, belligerent, indifferent, irreverent,

chill with that phony azz reverence, the preponderance,

of my evidence, will make you drown in a torrent of bewilderment,

your ignorance, in the Old Testament, is the measurement,

of my abhorrence, you sellin' Christ Kilo's Nuga,

I'm the government, signed and notarized by what Christ prophletized,

I got a warrant, an endorsement, Heaven Sent,

to stop your corpulent, irrelevent, indolent azz

 

DAMN! YOU DONE WOKE THE LION UP,

AIN'T NO REF TO STOP ME FROM THROWIN'

THESE LEFTS, RIGHTS, UPPERCUTS,

THOUGHT YOU WUZ ON THE COME UP,

BUT YOU JUST A

REV- ON THE -RUN, A BIBLE BUM, YOU DONE SON

 

If Jesus was around today He'd be walkin'

in the ghetto,

preachin' to the bottom-eaters, the drug dealers, the Ho's,

not listenin' to His echo, in a new church art decko,

He was down in the Gospels, not a Gospel gestapo,

hawkin' demo's, on late night shows, to catz who O.D. on No Doze,

pretty prose, don't help people in the throes,

of the Diablo's clutch, here you iz usin' theology as a crutch,

 speak to such and such, to people who easy touch,

you're a Blow-hard, Blow-fart, Blow-Pop, stop, drop,

before I get rough, Nuga you suck

 

Give me my God straight no chaser,

I admit, when I do act sick,

'cuz real faith ain't no Now-N-Later,

my belief ain't got no eraser,

you ain't my god, b'cuz God don't wear a Brooks Brotha's blazer,

you're a doe-nut, a wasted nut, a glazer,

like P.E. I'm bringin' it rawbone like a razor,

I'm a stun gun, twittle wit D'ee, Nuga you Twittle-Dumb,

I be a laser, a Word major, a taser, you thin like a wafer

 

Kickin' it to my fam

like they ain't goin' to Heaven,

unless you're building fund got the sum of 7's,

you keep pushin' poison to the bretheren,

I'm so busy chasin' the Truth, I ain't got time for my bread to rise,

so I eat it unleavened, you makin' people feel unworthy, unpleasant,

treatin' 'em like peasants, b'cuz they're in a state of spiritual convalescence,

read 8 Commandments, the other two?

I get it..the dog ate your lessons,

Nuga, God made me a Smith-N-Wesson, feel my presence,

while I deliver this early present,

and send you back from the Hell you came from,

a state of obsolenscence, Nuga go and repent,

because you Mos Def have sinned

 

DAMN! YOU DONE WOKE THE LION UP,

AIN'T NO REF TO STOP ME FROM THROWIN'

THESE LEFTS, RIGHTS, UPPERCUTS,

YOU JUST A

REV-ON THE-RUN,A BIBLE DUMB, YOU DONE SON

 

Don't mess with the man who lost his soul,

and regained it with the Grace of God dawg.

 

 

 

 

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http://files.posterous.com/user_profile_pics/993135/www.dgreavesthepoet.png http://posterous.com/users/1kW0JkHfQfeh Darwin Greaves D'EE Darwin Greaves
Wed, 14 Dec 2011 18:24:00 -0800 HER BREATH http://dgreaves.posterous.com/her-breath http://dgreaves.posterous.com/her-breath

A desperate extraction from the webs we weave,

our bodies worn from being bereaved,

love not accomplished, sometimes difficult to achieve,

the tears, from our fears, force our yesteryear's to it's knees,

I only ask you please...

if you should pass on before we complete this cosmic rise,

know that I cannot live without you breathing by my side

Focus on the factors which facilitate my fidelity to you.

Last night in my dreams,

I heard a scream,

and it made me shudder involuntarily,

were the angels reacting swiftly,

to the momentary lapse of my concentration on our love affair,

I did not know,

so I searched for a quite space within the corridors of my heart,

and though time was of the essence,

your presence

was like a fresh blanket of snow,

covering the disparate angles of my tortured mind,

I whispered while I watched you breathe in your slumber,

thank God that she is alive,

for I cannot live without her breathing  by my side

 

Van Gogh-thic visions,

of Starry Nights and Sunflowers,

praying for the morning sun to kiss

the sparkling dew that soothes the meadows of my mind,

the chimes

outside of our door confined

 by the fickleness of the Northern winds,

and our misty morning begins,

I promise during my meditation to find an absolution,

so the remission of sin can be imparted on my heart,

just promise we will never be apart,

in this world or in the next celestial phase,

swear that you will search for me through the haze,

of an earth ablaze with the fires of discontent,

if I repent

to this prayer you must abide,

for I cannot live without you breathing by my side

 

Chantel's and wishing wells,

a brillant stream, cursing through the shallows of a Hallowed Ground,

tell me, do the angels on duty hear the sound,

of hearts snapping like brittle twigs,

do we fail to plant the seeds of everlasting

because we refuse to dig,

in earth satruated with the salton tears of once dancing eyes,

and are our spirit's paralyzed,

by the fear of a love lost and found,

excuse me brother, is Jesus anywhere around,

has He completed the Sermon on the Mount,

I need to ask Him a favor concerning the love of my life after,

you see, with her my soul is beautified,

and quite simply,

I cannot live without her breathing by my side,

through the Creator's blessing and with her love

my soul is glorified,

I refuse to live without her breathing by my side

 

 

 

 

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http://files.posterous.com/user_profile_pics/993135/www.dgreavesthepoet.png http://posterous.com/users/1kW0JkHfQfeh Darwin Greaves D'EE Darwin Greaves
Wed, 14 Dec 2011 09:24:00 -0800 AIM HIGH http://dgreaves.posterous.com/aim-high http://dgreaves.posterous.com/aim-high

Well I've served and I've held serve,

spouted a philosophy of reasonable plausibility,

it's true I never took the time to listen,

because I was shouting, THIS IS THE ESSENTIAL ME!

I've absused the forum and been in the centre of the Forum

trembling as the lions strained at their restraints,

I've crawled the way of the sinner,

and walked the way of saints,

never did I ask of you,

to search through the rubble of my emotional debris,

yes, I built me up, and blew me up,

shouting, 5-4-3-2-THIS IS THE ESSENTIAL ME,

I am the ONE who will take the ultimate responsiblity,

I'd love to live, but surely I would die

for the right to shout, FINALLY MY SOUL IS FREE

 

WHEN YOU AIM,

PLEASE AIM HIGH, I'VE ALREADY BEEN BELOW,

AND HEAVEN KNOWS, THERE IS NO TRUE DIRECTION TO GO,

BUT HEAVEN BOUND, FORGIVE ME NOW IF I STAND MY GROUND,

AND CONTINUE TO EXPOUND, ON THE SOUND

OF FREEDOM RINGING IN MY SENSITIVE EARS

 

My family has said that I'm a dreamer,

I know ultimately most dreams die in hopeless vain,

so I separated myself, from their emotional health,

so I could learn to live and survive with my  pain,

they were too preoccupied to see my innocent eyes narrowed,

and the marrow

in my bones harden to withstand my frailties,

now I stand and shout, without a doubt,

THIS IS THE ESSENTIAL ME!

Now I know this quill in my hand,

can be used as both weapon and a balm,

and yes, at times, I've cursed in the face of Jesus,

and on my funeral pyre burned the Psalms,

but only God can judge me,

only His Spirit can nudge me,

in a positive direction,

I've survived without His protection,

walked away from religion in a quest to discover my true spirituality,

yes, it was my choice, to lose my voice,

but I've regained enough strength, to walk the length

of the valley,and shout,

THIS IS THE ESSENTIAL ME!

I ask not,and I want not,

only concentrating on my needs,

and no one who truly knows me

can deny I've faced my own self-induced adversity,

to stand proudly and proclaim,

FINALLY MY SOUL IS FREE!

 

WHEN YOU AIM,

PLEASE AIM HIGH, I'VE ALREADY BEEN BELOW,

AND HEAVEN  KNOWS, THERE IS NO TRUE DIRECTION TO GO,

BUT HEAVEN BOUND, FORGIVE ME NOW IF I STAND MY GROUND,

AND CONTINUE TO EXPOUND, ON THE SOUND,

OF FREEDOM RINGING IN MY SENSITIVE EARS

 

I know I've been a polarizing figure,

only black and wihte, never grey,

because I've never shied, or walked on by,

when I felt I had something to say,

I've stood at gunpoint and laughed,

never allowing my fears to halt my paragraph,

so much my biological family never knew,

they were unaware of my quiet intensity,

the skinny young man, without a plan,

still defiantly shouting, THIS IS THE ESSENTIAL ME!

Marriage wasn't an option,

to me it was a need at that critical juncture,

but very much like a water balloon, launched to the moon,

without God's Protection, eventually all relationships will rupture,

yet, every weekday morning when I wake up,

and smile at the vision of my sleeping child,

I know in my heart a good mother wouldn't for a minute leave her only daughter,

with a man who fits into an evil profile,

I admit my daughter is my true inspiration,

when anyone dare utter that I'm being sanctimonious or phony,

her whispering, " I love you Daddy",

shouts clearly and unequivocally, THIS IS THE ESSENTIAL ME!

so yes you can say I'm over confident,

but between you and me, confindentially,

I might not be climbing the stairway to Heaven,

yet I can see the rungs in my periphery,

for I can stand proudly and shout, without a doubt,

write or wrong, FINALLY MY SOUL IS FREE!

 

SO WHEN YOU AIM,

PLEASE AIM HIGH, BECAUSE I'VE BEEN BELOW,

AND HEAVEN KNOWS, THERE IS NO DIRECTION TO GO,

BUT HEAVEN BOUND, FORGIVE ME NOW IF I STAND MY GROUND,

AND CONTINUE TO EXPOUND, ON THE SOUND,

OF FREEDOM RINGING IN MY EARS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Tue, 13 Dec 2011 15:07:00 -0800 BROTHER http://dgreaves.posterous.com/brother http://dgreaves.posterous.com/brother

"He who has ears, let him hear."- Matthew 11:15

 

Brother,

will you love me tomorrow

when the walls rise between Palestine and Israel,

dividing us upon this Sacred Land?

As a Muslim, I praise Allah at His command,

As a Jew, Yahweh's Scripture indeed you understand,

Though different names He is One God and He cries

to see the blood of martyrs spilled on these desert sands

 

Brother,

will you still trust me tomorrow

when men who look like me,

commit felonies while declaring to be authorities?

Will you blame me for the calamities

in your community,

thinking of me, and not them, as the beast?

thereby allowing the Heaven's to cry

thinking a Black and White man cannot live in Peace?

 

WHO TRULY CARES IF THE WORLD

IS CONTROLLED BY THE SO-CALLED ILLUMINATI!

IF HIGH UP IN THE SYCAMORE TREE

A FASHIONED NOOSE SUSPENDS,

ONCE THEY CRIED DURING Y2K,

"THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END!",

I GUESS THEY ALLOWED OUR LIFE EXPECTANCY TO EXTEND,

SO WE COULD VIEW IN H.D.T.V.

ANOTHER AFRICAN BABY'S BELLY DISTEND

 

Brother,

will you love me tomorrow

when you learn my Blood set

shot your younger brother down simply

because he was a Crip?

I know you and your set are well equipped,

but to God's Ears from my bloody lips,

this senseless violence is making me sick,

seems to me it ain't the white man anymore

who is forcing our community to restrict

 

Brother,

will you still trust me tomorrow

when you discover that I was a member

of the Interahamwe?

Lord knows many of my Tutsi brothers and sisters

would be alive today, if I had my way,

but as a Hutu I was forced at gunpoint

to take part in the genocide,

yes I admit, your mother I did slay,

I come asking you and God for forgiveness as I pray

 

BROTHERS AND SISTERS,

MY NAME IS DARWIN LAWRENCE GREAVES

AND I WAS TAUGHT BY A LADY NAMED LIBERTY

THAT VENGENCE BELONGS TO GOD AND GOD ONLY,

HER SCHOOLS TAUGHT ME THAT,

HER BILL OF RIGHTS TAUGHT ME THAT,

HER CONSTITUTION TAUGHT ME THAT,

DAMMIT, HER CHURCHES TAUGHT ME THAT!

IN GOD WE TRUST WAS STENCILED

ON MY LONG FORGOTTEN AFRICAN NAME

BY A WHITE MAN CALLED MASSA

AND STILL I REFUSE TO PASS THE BLAME,

I, LIKE YOU, SAW TWIN TOWERS FALL,

FELT THE HURT, THE HORROR, THE SHAME,

STILL, I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER,

HOW CAN A BULLET THAT SPLATTERED BIN LADEN'S BRAIN,

CHANGE THE MELODY WE HUM?

HOW CAN OUR AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL,

AND STAR-SPANGLED BANNERS YET WAVE

IF RACISM, ISOLATIONISM AND BIGOTRY IS ALL WE CAN CLAIM,

FROM A SONG THAT, NO MATTER HOW PRETTY,

REMAINS THE SAME

 

I need to know, somebody out there help me please!

 

THE TORAH IS A PART OF THE TANACH, THE JEWISH BIBLE.

THE OLD TESTAMENT DERIVES FROM THE TANACH AND WAS SHAPED

TO SUPPORT THE CHRISTIAN IDEOLOGY.

THE PROPHET MUHAMMAD (P.B.T.H.N.) STUDIED BOTH

CHRISTIANS AND JEWS THEREFORE THE QUR'RAN

CONTAINS SIMILARITIES FOUND IN THE TANACH AND THE CHRISTIAN BIBLE.

 

WE ARE ALL ONE IN THE EYES OF GOD!

 

Let us pray then for today,

and hope for a better tomorrow.

 

SHALOM.

INSHALLAH.

IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER, SON AND HOLY GHOST.

 

AMEN

 

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Mon, 12 Dec 2011 14:51:00 -0800 RAPS ON WRAPS http://dgreaves.posterous.com/raps-on-wraps http://dgreaves.posterous.com/raps-on-wraps

It's time for some fun man. Too much heaviness lately in the game. Yo June Amaru man!

You dig this shirt I'm wearing?!? Hell nah man it ain't pink! Women wear pink dawg!

This shirt is salmon man....THAAA-MAN! Yo can I drop this dawg?!?

 

Super Cali Joski knows D'ee ain't a statistic,

yo June Amaru, let me Tokyo Drift it,

in case they missed it,

I'm a ventriloquist-tic linguistic,

chop-N-screw it so much you can say I tryst it,

ain't the best but I'm gifted,

people get lifted,

maybe oneday you'll see D'ee Cee disc it

 

From the ILL-a-Delph,

top of the shelf,

don't know about hisself or herself,

but I'm hip to myself,

my drop speaks for itself,

so they can look at themselves

while D'ee look out for himself,

no subterfuge, no stealth,

too hot to handle for my own health,

play the hand that I've been dealt,

while chillin' in the Commonwealth

 

IN PHIL-LA...IN PHIL-LA

In Philla, Pee A

I take raw wordz and fillet them,

marinate on my template, catch and cachet them,

spritz a little spyt on them,

then I crochet them,

the crowds I slay them,

haters I touche them,

Rock so many Belles

you can say that I sleigh them,

Rudolph reign-Dear them,

I need to be near them,

ain't actin' so passe'

that I riccochet them,

just try to covey to them,

my only God was born in Bethlehem

 

YEAH! DA D'EE DADDA, D'EE DADDA

D'EE DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-IZ A BLACKMANNNN!

TO THE BONE NAH MEAN!

 

Lemme take it back to Spoonie Gee

with this intro...

"FROM THE SOUTH TO THE WEST TO THE EAST TO THE NORTH",

if the Price is Right baby

COME ON DOWN,

lemme "Rock the body-body, Rock the body-body"

all over town,

"Can't stop, won't stop, rockin' to the beat, b'cuz I, b'cuz I",

get DOWN, no crown

on my head just brown,

I astound, when I trounce fake EmmCee's in Midtown,

Bajan to da Bone but Philly is my hometown,

boy, you betta check your rhyme account,

no discount, no amount,

don't wanna impound ya,

D'ee da Dadda don't wanna ground ya,

don't let me clown ya,

leave you howlin' like that lonely dawg Sound-da,

I'm writing raps on wraps,

eatin' a double Quarter Pound-da,

with cheese,

from Mickey D'ee's, do as I damn please,

damn! they forgot my fries,

YO, WHOLE HOUZE FREEEZZEEE!

 

HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE!!

This my Bizz, my life,

why you all up in it,

I don't testify on Facebook,

that clique ain't the Senate,

I just flip hot script like I damn well meant it,

demented when I ferment it,

let it harden

like my...I beg your pardon,

just say I cement it,

hit send, no ego to defend, let the world comment it,

even recommend it,

but yo, long ago Candace hooked me up with a copyright,

so you will be prevented,

from circumventin' it,

real rap Sista Faces, much respect,

I ain't forget,

D'ee don't get down like that, much love to you and yours

 


These words are my babies,

in the womb I cerglage them,

yeah, now I'm a Christain,

but much love to my Muslim bretheren,

takin' the El-Hagg with Malik El-Shabazz and them,

ONE WORD, ONE GOD, ONE LOVE, NO MAYHEM,

flip a bagel in my toaster,

with my Jewish fam I'm kosher,

flip over the Pond, respond

to the fiya from Justice Served,

ad libs, adverbs, pronouns and Proverbs,

jump the turnstyle, payin' ain't worth my while,

say what up to my fam Nikki Stylezz,

remember that Prince joint?!?

I KNEW A GURL NAMED NIKKI,

GUESS YOU COULD SAY SHE WUZ A RHYME FIEND,

MET HER IN A HOTEL LOBBY,

EATIN' MY ORDER OF KENTISH STRAWBERRIES-N-CREAM,

that's some English ..ish right there,

for those who ain't aware,

Barbados before Independence was a British colony,

followin' me?, that's why I dig tea

 

YEAH! DA D'EE DADDA, D'EE DADDA,

D'EE DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-IZ A BLACKMANNN!

TO THE BONE NAH MEAN!

 

Dang! This water is cold,

I'm either gettin' shorter in height or longer,

from the Bronx to Yonkers,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

D'ee the Islander, no tele-prompter,

used my word transponder

made the crowd go bonkers,

drove to U of Pitt in my Pinto,

my college intro, yeah I was a dawg, a.k.a. a dingo,

arms and legs all spread akimbo,

if they wanted to be freaky I'd open the window,

lemme drop that Godfather line..

I HAD 'EM FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD!

fake hair, real curlz,

didn't matta to D'ee Dadda,

I LUVED GURLZ, GURLZ, GURLZ,

from Peru, yes you,

from Russia, I thrust her,

from the Congo, YOOO, played dat booty like a bongo,

from L.A., Bombay, Nebraska, Alaska,

your wish is my command yo,

want me to go low,

let me check for freshness so I know,

yeah, Poo-nah-nee like this only grow

like a Red Hot Chilli Salt-N- Peppa in Santiago

 

"YES, YES Y'ALL, CAN'T STOP Y'ALL TO THE BEAT Y'ALL, SO UNIQUE Y'ALL"

Mannnn, ain't nuthin' like the Old Skool,

okay, Jheri Curlz wasn't kool,

eight ball in da corner pocket,

flippin rhymes, skippin' school,

WEST CATHOLIC, WEST CATHOLIC, so fantastic,

I got propane, in my membrane, my octane, so insane,

no restraint, my refrain, remains inflamed,

sustained by the catz I've slained,

in this rhyme game,

all lefts and rights, no feints,

no and's but's or ain'ts, I cover the dance floor

like a coat of poly-urethane,

not vain, but a King I remain,

and if you don't like it you can kiss the main vein

in my Haynes

 

Yooooo!!! POLLYWANNACRACKA,

but I want a dime, her mountain I will climb,

just chill and unwind,

Parse her parsley, Rose her Mary, and dine on her thyme,

drop love poetry at bedtime,

TWO HEARTS, TWO SPARKS, ONE SOUL, ONE MIND,

work at our grind, our money we combine,

none of that your's is your's and mine is mine,

no credit cardz declined,

just my baby supine, while I kiss on her spine

sippin' my Corona with a twist of lime,

I ain't a paragraph brotha I'm a paradigm,

look I just blew the circuits in yo mind,

writing raps on wraps, then rappin' in double time

 

Can I say it one mo' again?!?

 

YEAH! D'EE DA DADDA, D'EE DADDA

D'EE DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-IZ A BLACKMANNN!

TO THE BONE NAH MEAN!

 

 

 

 

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Fri, 09 Dec 2011 16:51:00 -0800 JUST ANY MAN http://dgreaves.posterous.com/just-any-man http://dgreaves.posterous.com/just-any-man

Yo June Amaru. Pour me a Henny-N-pineapple man.

I wanna feel this drop for real.

 

I ain't got the skillz to write like them,

that's okay, Dear God give me the will to bleed,

don't let me rest, until I'm blessed

enough to address

this pen,

Amen

So many close calls,

in my mind I hear phones ringin',

have dreams of Momma cryin', angels singin',

Damn, I'm so loaded down with stress,

I've got no tears left to cry,

sometimes I pray Dear God let me die

But for me I know God must have a purpose,

won't be seeing Brotha D'ee in no hearses,

Got these migraines causing me so much pain,

tryin' not to black out,

lay down, fold my arms across my chest,

pray to God I don't pass out,

wanna wake up, yo G'ee

remember the summer wifey broke out,

lost so much weight

people thought I was cracked out,

Oh my God,

But now I try to rise,

believin', yes I realize,

that Heaven cries

for the lack of justice,

In God I trust

more than a woman's love,

can't she, can't nobody be flyin' with me

when I rise above,

you're born and die alone

 CAN YOU HEAR ME SHOUTING

ABOVE THE WHITE NOISE,

PAINED AND POWERLESS, NEVERTHELESS,

FULL OF PRIDE, PASSION AND POISE,

RIGHT OR WRONG LIKE ANY MAN,

JUST REFUSING TO BE LIKE ANY MAN

Flashback, Oh shyt!

Daddy don't, Mamma won't

even try to resist,

I guess the Nigga preferred a fist slug,

to a hug and a kiss,

Don't want y'all to miss this, gotta insist, love did exist,

but it's hard for two people not to get pissed,

when they allow the devil and God to coexist,

real as the shyt I write,

simple as black and white, day and night,

Feel me!

At 12 years old I shouted GOD BE DAMNED!,

maybe Satan has a better plan to make me a better man,

so I walked with the devil, and talked with Thugz,

sold revolution to the people

like the Thugz sold drugs,

by 17 I didn't even know who the fuck I was,

searching for a mental escape,

always had a strong mental tem-plate,

but the Nigga in me tempted fate,

and I lost,

add up the cost it's about 30 years,

that's why despite the accolades and admiration

from my peers,

 I steer to the right

so they can't see what's left of my tears,

Mami' don't grieve for a brotha who makes his own choices,

I'll be defiant until I die,

but I can't escape the voices,

of the devil and his desciples

callin' me home,

I clutch my Bible

and  shout in my sleep FUCK YOU NIGGAZ

leave me alone,

let me die strong, free to respond, die hard,

Oh my God

 CAN YOU HEAR ME SHOUTING

ABOVE THE WHITE NOISE,

PAINED AND POWERLESS, NEVERTHELESS,

FULL OF PRIDE, PASSION AND POISE,

RIGHT AND WRONG LIKE ANY MAN,

JUST REFUSING TO BE LIKE ANY MAN

Crowds, I can't feel it,

be it cyber or real,

people thinkin' D'ee is aloof without proof,

fuck an appeal,

only God knows the real deal, the newsreels, the ordeals,

the bruises on my soul that refuse to heal

Real bonafide murderers don't get caught,

next time y'all give a sister flack for not buying black,

look at what you bought, don't wanna leave you distraught,

but you don't know what you don't know,

real darkness ain't stupid enough for light to show

Creepin' up to my crib I slow to a stop,

flip the block, check front to back,

shyt, I might get gassed from too much prep not the lack,

yeah, that's my little cat greeting me at the door,

dig cats ain't stupid, if drama goin' down

they don't hang around for more,

dogs might be man's best friend,

but on a cat's instincts you can always depend

Before I lay down to a restless sleep,

I drop to my knees, thank God for another reprieve,

that's why I write like I bleed, not a damn thang up my sleeve,

only thing that can embarras me,

is lettin' another man be harrassin' me,

like I'm his bytch,

 don't do it, I beg you Nigga,

Oh shyt, don't flip the switch,

just leave me alone to rise in God's eternal glory,

or die in my misery,

can't curse you brotha, if I've cursed me,

you don't know my history, so leave me as a mystery,

or be checkin' your periphery, for me won't be the penitentiary,

before I let myself be resold into slavery,

Mother Mary please bless me, let this nickel plate blast

and my last breath arrest me,

but that's not an option right now

because too many people love me, because I'm me,

just D'ee yo, just D'ee

CAN YOU HEAR ME SHOUTING

ABOVE THE WHITE NOISE,

PAINED AND POWERLESS, NEVERTHELESS,

FULL OF PRIDE, PASSION AND POISE,

RIGHT AND WRONG LIKE ANY MAN,

JUST REFUSING TO BE LIKE ANY MAN

Oh my God

 

 

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Thu, 08 Dec 2011 16:00:00 -0800 KING AND PRINCE http://dgreaves.posterous.com/king-and-prince http://dgreaves.posterous.com/king-and-prince

                                                    ACT I

(The king, in silent sequestration, whispering quietly to himself, moments before the prince

of an ajoining kingdom enters)

 

Ahhhh...the marvel of youth.

the suppleness of their simplistic satisfactions. Love doth I being in the presence

of such nefarious naivety. Cloaked in darkness they presume, conspiring in shadows

cast by the longing of the old to be young. And do you not mock us with sarcastic laughter

when we are out of earshot? Do you not find our supposed words of wit and wisdom loathsome

and stale as Beggar's bread? Truth be told we, the actors in the tragedy of adulthood, deserve such

treatment. It is no secret even when we are silent that we long for the call of youthfulness

to right the listing of the creaking, timeworn and listless sailing vessels we contemptuously refer

to as our decaying bodies. Yes indeed, foolish enough are we to aspire for the melding

of our aged wisdom to the gaiety of youthful indescretion. But this young prince doth have potential

in wondrous abundance. Handsome, charming and witty is he but I wonder...

 

(The king is interrupted in his thoughts by his Head of State entering to alert him

that the prince has arrived. He rises to greet the prince)

 

Here he is, here he is! Young prince welcome and please do not feel need to aquaint thyself

with hesitantcy. Oh, but my only lament tis the reason why we are meeting. Your father,

the king, was a dear, dear friend in life and with the blessings of the saints shall be

once again in heaven. The closeness your father and I shared compels me to insist

apon one trifle. Henceforth consider me to be the uncle you have never had. All of my

rather modest wisdom and experience in the throne is at your disposal. Yes, it has been

said that I am at times a fountain of mundane dissertation but nevetheless I am, at the very least

a willing and confident ear.

 

(The king walks slowly to the prince and hugs him warmly as he gestures for him

to have a seat)

 

I see you are no worse for wear after your journey. Youth doth indeed have priviledge of the

constellations does it not?!? Your lovely and faithful princess-bride is still away at her parents

is she not? Well my young nephew prince fret not for while we await her arrival here you and I

have time aplenty to become, as they say, peas in the proverbial pod. What say you to food

and drink! Oh my age tempered mind! Forgive me young nephew. I know, at this moment, your

only desire is for a warm bath and change of garments.

 

(The kings nods to his manservant and a bevy of servants arrive to assist the prince)

 

Mind my manners young nephew but I am old. Do forgive me as I nibble a bit whist you

freshen your mind, body and spirit. A grudging consession to aging this balanced diet

must be. Go then and take ample time to refresh. I will amuse myself with memories of your

dear father, my most close loyal friend, perhaps shed a tear as is my wont.

 

(The king hugs the prince once again and as the prince departs the king settles not at the

buffet table but in his favorite chair. The king's manservant smiles inwardly for he knows

king is a contemplative man and prone to instantenous bouts of melancholy)

 

                                                    ACT II

 

 

(As the prince, refreshed and famished, arrives in the banquet hall the king is found sitting

at the table nibbling absentmindly on a sliver of toast and caviar. Apon seeing the prince enter

we waves the prince to the chair closest to him. The king smiles as a  prideful uncle while

the prince settles in and, without pause, begins to eat ravenously)

 

Yes my nephew eat! A young strappling prince such as yourself must maintain his strength

in these troubled and confused times. Many an enemy will knock on Hellsgate to summon

the demons of mayhem in an attempt to usurp your rightful ascendancy to the throne.

Oh the battles your dear father and I fought side by side, Kingsland by Kingsland, to repel

the covetous horde of Vandals and Visigoths of this modern age. I will not bore you with

tales of yesteryear for that, I fear, is an old man's erotic thrill and not a young man's desire.

Say this I will though young nephew. To be young is indeed a slendid occupation but to be

old is, in minute ways, wonderful as well.

In many a battle I felt I would not reach this fragile age, as your father, may he be at peace,

felt selfsame. It is only through the prizm of age that I tell you without our allegiance I shudder

to contemplate what would have become of our lands. Lest not be swayed by my memories

young prince. Your father was a stuborn, proud, pugnacious man as am I. Thus we did not

always agree on course of action within our sequestration but the forces aligned to destroy

our kingdoms did not witness our occasional bouts of discontent. Rather, he and I made

a pact, quite childish in many ways but endearing as well.

 

(The king leans over conspiratorially and whispers to the prince)

 

We promised in blood when in dispute to eat beyond our fill, drink beyond our limits

and rut damsels until our tallywackers begged for reprieve!

 

(The king laughs uproariously and soon the prince joins in as well)

 

Oh but when we subdued our lustlful desires the next morn we, without equivocation,

had basic plans in place be they battle or bargaining. This youthful and yet wise bond

made so many years depart is why our cojoined kingdoms have become the envy

of the known world! You see young nephew we did  not allow our youth to be

an excuse for indulgent mental overexuberance. Foolish and frivolous we were at times

due to our youthfulness true, but, aware and serious we were in matters concerning the state.

When you were born I recall fondly he saying you would have the benefit of two glorious

kings to show you the way! You see young prince it was his dream to retire to the countryside

and I, quite willingly, do the same and there we would whittle our remaining days away

whist you with the benefit of our combined wisdom elevated our lands and united our people

under one throne. I, as I'm sure your father mentioned to you due to battle scars, could not to my horror produce

necessary life quantities to allow my queen, saints rest, to bear child.

Quite content was I then to follow the precribed method of your father's wonderful madness!

Do you know it was I who insisted you be educated in my homeland? Yes indeed it was!

I, quite silently, followed your progress and knew you would eventually evolve into

the dynamic and defiant man you are today. Oh but my only deep and regretful sorrow is that

you dear father, saints rest, is not here to accompany me into our dream of the future hence.

But you are here young nephew and for that I am eternally grateful to the heavens.

Yes indeed, you are here in all of your youthful prowess and imbued with the indomitable

will of that great man, your father. Quite content am I...quite.

 

(The king allows his last sentence to trail off as the prince continues to eat and drink.

The king, with gentle aid of the prince, rises to pace and suddenly without hesitation

turns back to the prince)

 

                                                    ACT III

 

Yes young nephew.

QUITE CONTENT AM I TO SEE YOU SUFFER FOR THE STALE WINDS OF BETRAYAL

YOU HAVE USHERED INTO MY KINGDOM!!!

 

(The prince rises swiftly and attempts to reach the king but the king's guard and, surprisingly,

the prince's guard subdues the prince. The prince appears bewildered and a bit frightened.

The king laughs contemptuously)

 

I see I have your attention now young nephew. Good, good. Do not be suprised that your

guard is in conjuction with mine. I have mentioned to you the wonders of youth but,

in my meandering, failed to address the faults of youthful stupidity. Young nephew your dear

father and I understood one essential in governing a kingdom.

THE MEN WHO GIVE THEIR LIVES PROTECTING A KINGDOM MUST BE PAID

ACCORDING TO THE LIFEBLOOD THEY SPILL! You, in your haste to send the lovely

princess to travels, simply chose to fritter away the vast resources your dear father left

in your holding. Thus your adolescent and should I say impotent choice to cut your guard's

pay to a trifle of what they so graciously deserve. Not to mention your army and navy men

who have not, due to your reckless debauchery, been paid in three months.

I have read the reports of the civil unrest in your kingdom young prince. The peasants

are dying in the courtyard, women and young virgins are selling their bodies to the highest

bidder just to eat stale Beggar's bread. The childen are malnourished and killed...YES KILLED

for attempting to pilfer but a green peach from your royal orchards! Unrest in an ajoining kingdom

will most assuredly cause dissention in another. And so, instead of coming to me, what do yo do?

TELL ME YOUNG PRINCE WHAT DID YOU CONSPIRE?!? You attempted to bribe my loyal

and trustworthy manservant to poison me!!! Ohhh you young, faithless, mocking fool!

Think in this your final hours what you could have aspired to be. Think if you will of your legacy

that awaited if you had just added the potent ingredient of wisdom to your pot of manevolent

stew! My heart breaks young prince. Truly it does. In my winters I have felt the pang of pain in

seeing your father depart this earth and now I must ensure his son doth same.

These are my last words to you my traitorous nephew. Wisdom is not as they say wasted

on the youth. It is, in it's stead, wasted on the arrogance of youth. The stupidity of arrogant youth.

No need to beg now young prince. As you have ignored the baying of your subjects with bellies

rebelling I now ignore yours.

 

(The kings, with no trace of emotion, turns to his guards)

 

Toss him until morrow in the dungeon with that pox and puss riddled woman he calls his princess.

So foul is her vulva that even the carrion birds shall shy away from her decaying flesh! Oh my

young prince she has been pierced by so many man sword's that I fear she might have bled out

years ago. How could you have been aware? The foul cannot smell the foul. Have one last

night together in copulation. It matters not. I lost my ability to pollentate the flower of a woman's

womb due to the battle for the sancitity of my subjects. Do so I would again willingly. Your

disgraced princess lost her abilty to procreate due not to demonic destiny but to her

willingness to thrust her vulva on men swords! AND YOU! You are, and have been a disgrace

to the great man I called my friend and brther and you contemptuously describe as

YOUR FATHER!

 

(The king turns now to the Head Guard)

 

Kill her 'morrow hence swiftly. She is a wasteful harlot. He kill slowly and methodically.

Deconstruct him piece by piece but before you commence cut his inglorous penis off

and feed it to the dogs in plain sight of his traitorous vision! GO!!

 

 

                                      The curtain falls

                                       THE END

 

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Wed, 07 Dec 2011 14:32:00 -0800 DEAR FATHER (CHRISTMAS) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/dear-father-christmas http://dgreaves.posterous.com/dear-father-christmas

Dear Father Confessor,

hear my plea, this is not a demand,

can I walk the length of Redemption's Road,

for the child too hungry to stand

It doesn't matter a wit to me if this day is  questioned

concerning my Savior's birth,

in time I pray it will be

the anniversary of Peace on Earth

 

I pray society will stop arguing the point

of good and evil men,

terrorist or freedom fighter,

both have a belief to defend

Yet, the indefensible is not divisible

when wasted blood is all that remains,

I pray the world oneday lives for love

and love is a lifetime gain

 

Dear Father Confessor,

hear my plea, I pray you understand,

I pray not for revenge against men,

just the right to hold an abused child's hand

Eventually I pray the children trust enough

to walk the House of the Holy's aisle

and not cower in fear with nightmares

of priestly pedophiles

 

I ask not for personal gifts

for my gifts have been a personal devotion,

within my sphere I hope to eradicate the contamination

of bigotry on the purity of emotion

White snakes and black snakes

no one should trust,

both are cold-blooded serpents,

both are poisonous

 

Dear Father Confessor,

hear my plea, please endorse my plan,

let love rule without the voices of destain

who treat vows like so much contraband

Allow those who are in love spread love unconsiously,

and let hatred fall like the dried needles

on  a Christmas tree

 

I know all that begins

within the Genesis of love need not end in shame,

who was the victim, who was to blame

Just let willing minds trace the path of jubilee

to the source of all that heels,

Loving  Father, hear my urgent appeal

 

Dear Father Confessor,

hear my plea, though at times I stray for Thy Commands,

please allow land mines to be tripped

by your soothing rains in Villiages of the Damned

Please allow those in Europe, the Middle East and Africa whose limbs

have been ripped apart by man's demonic deeds,

find solace in the Apostle's Creed

 

Racism is a disease that gestates

in troubled minds,

sectarianism is a plague that devalues

the Creator in the hearts of all mankind

Let all who believe know Your Son

can only be discovered in deeds of the good,

not in Palaces made of stone and wood

 

Dear Father Confessor,

hear my plea, place on my shoulders

the burdens of all I can withstand,

I know to whom much is given

much more is expected in demand

Please allow me to be H.D.T.V.,

not the television

but a man who has

a Holistic Devotion to Telemetric Visionaries

I know somewhere out there someone has found

a cure for cancers and H.I.V.

 

Let the Queen who loves me dearly

find comfort resting her beautiful head on my shoulders,

a peaceful place for her to rest,

I've never considererd myself to be an amazing man,

so far I am from being amongst the best

Yes I have faltered at times

but with Your Blessings still I believe

in the beauty wounded hearts healed can conceive

 

For my daughter who internalizes her pain,

for all who believe in love and through fate

were forced to abstain,

For the sufferahs grieving for the setting of the sun,

for liberty, for justice, for the just and the unjust

May Your Heavenly Kingdom Come,

and deliver us on Christmas Day

 

 

 

 

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Tue, 29 Nov 2011 13:23:00 -0800 BLACK TEARS http://dgreaves.posterous.com/black-tears http://dgreaves.posterous.com/black-tears

I received a text that left me heated,

blood drained from my brain,

but when the flood waters receded,

I realized the very fact that I survived,

makes every word but God's Word a damn lie

 

Can I flip that old phrase?

some take quietness for weakness,

truth be told, I'm a Black Thoroghbred

that's run the Ghetto Preakness,

fake drama I don't need this,

drop a verse with uniqueness,

until I cease to exist and y'all subsist on my Gris-Gris

 

For real, a woman can't make a man

but she can make an ordinary man

feel like he's an extrodinary man,

but please understand,

the man must first have the ability to withstand

and counter-MAN bullshyt gossip secondhand,

wave his hand with lyrical command,

and leave the crowd gaspin' DAMN!

That boy is badd!

 

This next verse is for femme's who shall remain nameless,

I know y'all trippin' but nevertheless,

Godspeed, God bless,

keep talkin' like you're blameless,

won't repress so I can Federal Express this,

actin' like you should be on the insane list,

pull up a chair while I explain this

 

No woman but my Momma

made me the man I am,

and the I AM crafted me with the skill of His hands,

I ain't amped b'cuz I passed every damn exam,

that's why my worth is measured by infinity

not in grams,

I could've been street corner pharmacist

in the Villiage of the Damned,

but I was scrutinized when I strategized

under a florscent lamp

by the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost

you need to just hush

 

I've been there, done that, been back again,

but I ain't beginning with my ending,

not tryin' to be condescending,

b'cuz Lord knows you can't be pretending,

when you're ascending,

representing

the Black Diaspora in the center of concentric rings

 

bethca didn't know,

ONLY IN MY 40'S BUT LORD

IT FEELS LIKE I'VE LIVED A HUNDRED YEARS,

I'M NOT A MYSTERY, I JUST STAY SEPARATE FROM MY PEERS,

SO THEY CAN'T SEE THE BLOOD FLOWIN'

IN MY BLACK TEARS

 

Brotha hear me, Sista hear me,

I've neva been a cat who rode his own ad-DYCK-tion,

the admiration, the accolades

can't faze

a man on a mission,

by my own admission,

I'm not an academician, a mucisian or a munition,

but with your permission,

my mind cognition can be the definition

of Black Pride's ignition,

yooooo, watch me blast off,

haters and skaters I quickly cast off

 

Ain't tryin' to be the Man,

but for real, the man sittin' next to the man,

can't touch this quill in my hand,

I use wordz as an escape from the escapades

of seein' Escalades drivin' straight to Hades,

ain't no ifs, and's or maybe's,

every woman is a woman but every woman ain't a lady,

there's something to be said about discretion,

I don't show every dame my positive erection,

if I did I'd have alot more fans Facin' my Book,

hopin' and gropin' for a look, nah mean?

 

I just stay in My Space,

knowin' that haste makes waste

of the best and the brightest,

no need for anyone to call me Your Heiness,

only One True King and that's the Highest,

but for real, I ain't gonna be a Heinie,

bytch-talkin', walkin' around drinkin' cheap wine all whine-ey,

smilin', eatin' watermelon and Chicken with George,

while you pat my bald head that's always shine-ey,

you must be dreamin' if you think I'm a poo-butt

 

This ain't no Revolution of My Mind,

b'cuz revolutions go in cirlces,

DID I DO THAT??? Hell nah, I ain't Erkel,

I ain't a comedian but I can make you laugh,

or have your relatives fly your flag at half-mast,

I don't want to be an iconoclast,

just wanna graduate head of the class,

and last long enough to drop the perfect verse

or paragraph,

 with all due respect, TA' HELL WITH THE HATERS,

  the Momma I wanna be, soon to be, truly can't refute the absolute truth-actin'

like Niggaz, go suck on some Watermelon Now-N-Laters,

I have a Commitment to Excellence like the Old Oakland Raiders,

R.I.P. Al Davis

 

I can see clearly now the rain is gone,

me, June and Joski choppin' it up,

raisin' hell in the Saint El,

givin' a Muthaa-Whaattt,

and praising the Father that we survived,

it was kinda Bumpy like Johnson,

but ain't no Hoodlums on this astral ride,

suicide bomb me?!? man, you gotta be crazy,

you're too broke to own a Palace, too scared to be Palestinian,

and I ain't the Israeli,

wait up, hand to God,

I am as deadly as the Mossad

 

This ain't my summation

but a continuation,

eventually I WILL be fitted for my Poetic with Aesthetic's Crown,

during my coronation,

I'll be sippin' on a Corona with lime,

evelate from Just D'ee to D'ee the  Sublime,

I mean to tell y'all, now is the time,

RISE UP OR SIT DOWN,

GET UP OR GET DOWN,

LOOK UP OR LOOK AROUND,

b'cuz I know all about you and more,

Sincerely,

The Spook Who Sat by the Door,

THAT AIN'T NO HOOK, READ THE BOOK!!

by Sir Sam Greenlee,

I'm fading this out,

once again you've been shocked and amazed

by the One and Only Brotha D'ee

 

for real,

ONLY IN MY 40'S BUT LORD

IT FEELS LIKE I'VE LIVED A HUNDRED YEARS,

I'M NOT A  MYSTERY, I JUST STAY SEPARATE FROM MY PEERS

SO THEY CAN'T SEE THE BLOOD FLOWIN'

IN MY BLACK TEARS

 

 

 

 

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Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:13:00 -0800 RAW MEAT http://dgreaves.posterous.com/raw-meat http://dgreaves.posterous.com/raw-meat

June Amaru, man let them damn Talking Drums speak!

My cocoa ain't in a cup,

I don't give a FU....Haaa! Whaaat!

my blackness don't ooze,

when I bust a nutt,

I'm comin', I'm comin',

yeah, I'm comin' strong,

I don't rent or lease, I OWN THIS SHYT!

Right On, Right On!

"The concept of being wrong is a state of mind.

The belief that you have been wronged is a state of victimization.

If your concept of wrong has been neutered by the belief

that you have been wronged the world will not raise you up.

It will spit on your grave"

 

Take me back,

the the days of Stokely Carmichael and Huey Newton,

before the grassroots Griots

started actin' all high falutin

"It doesn't really matter if you want to listen to me.

I'm going to shout any damn way.

And if I continue to shout with conviction I will have my say, therefore, my way.

If you stand in my way well...you won't really matter."

 

My brother Ian,

didn't let me play with them other kids in the sand,

he locked me in my bedroom,

and forced me to read "Manchild in the Promised Land"

"I said it to you before but you didn't hear me.

My knees don't bend, unless I'm prayin',

and my feet don't move, unless I hear music playin'.

I love my gay brothers out there, but I ain't gay

so my knees don't need to bend for NO man.

I only dance to songs in the key of freedom.

So corporate America keep sellin' that Bling Nigga musick

to the masses and I will groove to songs sweet as molasses."

 

Economic empowerment, Buy from Black,

yeah, cliches get some support,

but in America you're Ameri-CAN'T

if you don't have a voice in the courts

"If I hear another brotha rap about how he was dogged

by the system,man, I'm gonna up and slap his silly azz.

You can't be dogged unless you're a damn DOG!

A mongrel, a bytch, a mutt, howling on the porch,

tethered to a chain while the parade of Nations marches on.

And what are you left with Dawg?

The ability to lick your own candy azz."

 

My mother is not a BITCH,

neither is my Ex,

I love my black sisters, but don't get it twisted,

you ain't my God, so I ain't gonna genuflect

"God didn't create man first. Couldn't have nah mean.

By historians account mankind first surfaced in Africa.

By my account that means the first man would've been a brother.

Ain't a Black man I've ever known gonna give up his ribs with hot BBQ sauce

to create a woman. A pinky toe...maybe.

Doesn't really matter anyway because if God was doing the creating

his wife was telling him how to do it.

Behind every great man stands an even greater woman

telling him, "I don't care if you created the universe the last 6 days.

You ain't resting on Sunday. Trash day is Monday. Get to steppin!"

See, even God is not exempt because,according to the Good Book,

He created us in HIS Image. Which means He's got to put up

with a woman telling Him what to do too."

 

A Black President,

is just a WHITE HOUSE resident,

if he can't control how money is spent,

and more children are sent,

off to fight a war started by a Burning Bush

"Barack is a good brother..and I MEAN brother.

He's all the way down nah mean, BUT, I gotta believe

somewhere in Texas G.W. and Condi are laughin' their azzes off

watching him try to explain the inexplicable.

For real though.Good men DON'T MAKE GOOD PRESIDENTS.

Ask Jimmy Carter. Nobel Prize Winner a.k.a. bad pesident.

Who would want to be president anyway?!?

It has to be the ego trip. Long hours, the pay sucks,

and you don't get no credit for doing what's right but

you get crapped on when Congress vetoes your

Medicare billz and old folks gotta choose between eating and paying

for their medication.

Truth be told being President sounds like masturbation to me nah mean?

All takeoff...NO DAMN LANDING ZONE

 

This verse is for my Philly brothers but...

it applies to foolz in every ghetto in America.

Ain't no reaction time,

if a cold-blooded cat wants you dead,

buy the time you reach to compete,

games over, you're full of lead

"Riddle me this Black-Man. If white people represent

67 percent of the American population and your azz

is dwindling to what..12 percent, WHY IS BLACK ON BLACK CRIME

SO HIGHLY PUBLICIZED?

Because a white man will listen to you curse him out,

call up some other white men, and move middle-imcome jobs

out of the country thereby effectively "Killing" 150,000 families

just so he can get a 50 million dollar bonus.

Meanwhile, you sit at the crib watching Juice re-runs,

thinkin' you're Bishop, go outside yellin' yo azz off about

HOW, WHERE, WHO AND WHEN you're gonna shoot a cat.

Then when you do catch up with the dude you have a Juice flashback,

shoot at dude HOLDIN' THE CANNON SIDEWAYS,

miss dude with 16 shots, and kill a child playin' in the park across the street.

You see, crime is colorblind but a white man on a mission

EXECUTES it better. Ask the state of Georgia and the family

of the late Troy Davis."

 

Cut the drums June Amaru..let's go eat some women.

I MEAN RIBS..RIBS DAWG! My bad.

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Fri, 25 Nov 2011 15:16:00 -0800 I STAND BEFORE YOU http://dgreaves.posterous.com/i-stand-before-you http://dgreaves.posterous.com/i-stand-before-you

I STAND BEFORE YOU

a man, simply that,

I was born, I have loved, I have loathed, I have fought, I have lost, I have risen

to fight yet again, I have suffered, I have caused suffering, I have repented,

not to you, but to the Love Supreme,

I have been plotted against, and turned those who were sent

to consumate the plot

against he or she who plotted,

I am one of five, either an open hand, or a fist of defiance,

I will die, but, not today,

NOT TODAY

 

I STAND BEFORE YOU

Mfalme za langu kura,

the king of my destiny,

controller of my fate,

let it be known that until this day I pardoned your indescretions,

Bless your heart,

you do not know do you?

how could you have known

that I am willing to die

for the right to live!

I ask you simply...are you as prepared as I am to die?

 

I STAND BEFORE YOU

a Negi, at times nefarious,

a neutron that, at the Supreme's behest, collided with a proton

and produced a necessary Negritude,

I am a neighbor,

in a city that is 3 blocks from Hell and 5 blocks from Purgatory,

I am not a nickname but a SIR NAME!

I AM D'EE GREAVES, AND YOU ARE NOT!!

I have never been niggardly

and I refuse to be labled a NIGGER!

Especially by you black people

 

I STAND BEFORE YOU

still proud despite your petty pronouncements,

aware of your loose tongue and my silence

that is, by you, misconstrued as compliance,

refusing to submit to subterfuge because

you are not worthy of my contempt,

and you cannot hope to withstand my hatred,

the Supreme protects you because He has warned me

against my desire to cause mayhem,

SAY AMEN!

you are bleseed and are not even aware of it

 

I STAND BEFORE YOU

a man, I can live,

BUT NOT FOR YOU,

I will die,

BUT NOT FOR OR BECAUSE OF YOU,

I will live again,

BUT NOT WITH YOU,

I will never die,

FOR MY WORDS WILL LIVE FOREVER,

Let me say my name again in case you have forgotten,

I

AM

D'EE GREAVES!

and you are NOT!!

for when the evolution of the black diaspora commenced,

I STOOD BEFORE YOU!

while you sat your candy azz down,

ate a Slim Jim, and wondered why

The Revolution Was Not Televised,

It was,

but you were blinded by your own myopic ignorance,

and now you have the nerve to think

you can STAND BEFORE ME,

GO!

Take this opportunity and flee,

for if you do not,

the mercy of the Love Supreme will not be enough

to contain my fury in the face of your faithless gestures

 

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Mon, 21 Nov 2011 16:31:00 -0800 GANGSTA SAGA http://dgreaves.posterous.com/gangsta-saga http://dgreaves.posterous.com/gangsta-saga

Let me cut my arm so I can bleed...

It started with one G,

eight ball in my corner pocket,

how could I stop it,

so I decided to adopt it,

when I got that good poo-nah-nee,

from Stephanie,

b'cuz I had enuf money

to buy her a gold locket

 

In '96, I graduated from junior high,

I'm sittin' here eatin' waffles and grits,

trippin bout how time flies,

my timeline,

in this life of crime,

is underlined,

by society's treatment of the much maligned

 

So, I gotta climb,

'till I recline,

is this game no man resigns,

damn, East Germantown drinkin' water got traces of alkaline,

gotta think it's a grand scheme of the Illuminati's design

 

Poison a black man

until his psychosis,

develops into a neurosis,

of spritual stenosis,

people, I didn't pay for the party

I only host this

 

Enuf blood flowin' in the streets

that I could part the Red Sea like I'm Moses,

so I take my demons in small doses,

learned to aim right with my grip tight,

don't wanna slip and accidentally Crip black roses

 

I went from H.O's

to full Othello's,

from teasin' black girls on the corner,

to makin' fine azz white ladies Dez-da-moan-a,

sixty-two's, Big Eights,

changing weights,

from ounces used in the United States,

to the International system,

1,000 grams, one kilo equates

 

Wanna rise up

like my Godfather Buenos Morales,

have moive starlets suckin' on my phallus,

fly in my private jet, as a man of respect,

to watch the Eagles play in Dallas

 

24 hour blitz,

on this grind shyt,

sackin' cities like they Tony Romo,

Kelli, pajaro cantor que nunca uso el telephono,

never use the telephone,

even when I'm home,

cellie transcription is way too easy,

shyt, I pay the Narcs to protect me, not grease me

 

I wanna be chillin' in my Malibu bungalow,

admiring my Michelangelo,

can't go out like Noriega, Manolo,

nah, I be sittin' next to Jim Lampley,

watchin Pacquiao-Mayweather blow by blow,

while my lieutenants make damn sure the River Cane flow

 

I'm gonna have so many commas

in my bank account that I could punctuate a paragraph,

dead homeyz, Red, Black and Green at half mast,

a nigga dynasty,

like the Kennedy's,

without the fatal head blast

 

They gonna call me an iconolast,

when I counter blast,

rival cigg boats, splinterin' that fiberglass,

leave them rich white boyz aghast,

when I pull up in the marina with my watercraft,

Alysia, 116 mill, 280 feet of sleek bytch,

throw a switch, watch the chrome flip,

stenciled on the back be "Bigz Dyck"

 

I ain't tryin' to be Iceburg Slim,

I put an icepick in the brain stem,

of pimpz and 'dem before my momma can say Amen,

yeah, baby Jesus was born in Bethlehem,

I was grafted, from the black scum that lasted,

on the bottom of Ghetto Mayhem

 

Have a night with Kim K.,

bomb her out like I'm Ray J,

without the punk shyt of lookin' in the camera lens,

let her rest, then spread them big cheeks

in the back of my Benz,

black Maybach, paid in full with pop rocks,

have an ex-cop as my chauffer,

yo, take it to the car wash get rid of the sex odor

 

Brotha D'ee,

tryin' to rap dat black history

shyt to me,

but that nigga be strugglin',

I can make more than he make in his life

from one morning of smugglin',

fuck dat love shyt, he rip, like he snugglin',

his billz be doublin' while I be with my Cartel huddlin',

nigga can't tell me nothin

 

Promised my momma

that she'd neva be a squatta,

my baby sister got Down Syndrome.

best believe that I got her,

hell is hot but the ghetto is hotta,

I gotta deal with,

spottas, slum shockas, Rasta shottas,

Nigga Stoppas, police blottas, jealous plottas,

pussy blockkas, how the fuck can I be actin' proper

 

It's hard as hell bein' a Don Dadda,

gotta cut in dem Mexican Niggaz from La Raza,

can't forget dem Russians, the Domenicans, Jamaicans,

Hatians, Africans and them old Italians,

think they out of the game you be fodder,

brain juice drippin in yo' pasta

 

This here be my Gangsta Saga,

I be flyin' to Nevada, makin deals in the Ramada,

then fly with a fine femme to Granada,

maybe sip saki, from titties in Osaka,

knock prime puss out da park like I'm Jorge Posada,

the economy is dry but drugs in like watta,

Cali and the Medellin rumblin' in the jungle,

like Ali and Foreman in Kinshasa

 

I will live and die for the spirit of the Poppy,

go out like Pac on a slab gettin' an autopsy,

fuck it, my brother Keem be my proxy,

nigga gonna do right by my seed b'cuz we tight like epoxy,

yeah, I came, saw, conquered, showed maa'fuckkin moxie,

only stupidity can cut into the potency

of this dynasty

 

I'M A HUSS-LA, A HUSS-LA, A HUSS-LA,

ON MY TOMBSTONE BE ""MAY HE REST IN PEACE,

HE WAS A BAD MUTHAFUCKKA"

 

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Thu, 17 Nov 2011 13:55:00 -0800 SPIRITUAL VOW:ASCENSION http://dgreaves.posterous.com/spiritual-vowascension http://dgreaves.posterous.com/spiritual-vowascension

I know you will walk with me,

through the shadow of the Unknown,

I know you will walk with me,

in the darkness before the dawn,

my life I give to you for safekeeping,

yes I do,

for I find comfort in your loving embrace

 

I know you will walk with me,

there is no fear in perfect love,

I know you will walk with me,

in fateful fatih and harmonious harmony,

to thee I do wed,

yes I do,

for thy Love's labour is worthy of my modest reward,

blessed am I,

my gift has been made manifest by the treasure of your love

 

Take my trembling hands

when I fear I am not worthy of your precious love,

Bones of my bones, flesh of my flesh,

bless the fountain of our eternal spring,

for my foundation of love is placed in your steady hands

 

I know you will walk with me,

when my faith is challenged by the mighty winds of change,

I know you will walk with me,

through dire straits and onto the deliverance

of my spirit to the Love Supreme

to you I release my faith in love,

yes I do,

for throughout my isolated journey

never have I found a woman so kind and merciful

 

I know you will walk with me,

now that I proclaim the freedom to live over the burden of death,

I know you will walk with me,

for the Love Supreme has revealed to you my troubled ways,

to thee I do wed,

yes I do,

may all of my remaining days be spent

in prayerful thanks for the beauty of your spirit,

and may our nights be spent

restoring the spiritual consummation,

of our Eternal Bond

 

Take these steps,

and I will pledge to thee

to be a husband that never consciously falters,

and, in times that I am wrong

I will never allow my vanity to loosen

the intricate threads of the tapestry we have woven,

Walk with me my love,

to a place we can at last call our own

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Thu, 17 Nov 2011 13:39:00 -0800 MYSTIC DAWN:AFFIRMATION http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mystic-dawnaffirmation http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mystic-dawnaffirmation

The passerine pauses

as dawn breaks over Bella Coola,

then persues her melody in perfect pitch

while the hush of morning dew graciously mates,

with the late autumn leaves

 

Enchanted and mesmerized,

the clouds are captivated

by such an enthralling gesture,

as the morning sun hides in the mystic shadows

to allow Pileus time to shed a healing tear

 

THE SONG OF CREATION

ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANTING,

AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,

I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA

 

Chantele priouettes above

a turquoise haze that lingers lazily

above the sacred hill of Ballaghmore,

there she greets Jahnay with an embrace,

whispering in her ear lovingly,

yes indeed, the Love Supreme has arrived

 

The Northern winds shape

the moods of the mountain,

from slightly bemused to flush with joy,

and a heavenly chorus of astral contrails

provide an ecclesiastical harmony,

quite suitable for meditation on this metaphoric November morn

 

THE SONG OF CREATION

ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANTING,

AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,

I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA

 

The Origin of Eternal Conception

written upon my soul long before mother and father were born

walks with me hand in hand through the meandering meadow,

imploring me gently to discover my true name

 

The shadows recede

allowing the sun to reveal

the cosmic face of love everlasting,

while to the earth I submit my tithe in tears,

for as my meditation concludes,

I know my soul is finally at peace

 

THE SONG OF CREATION

ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANT,

AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,

I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA

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Wed, 16 Nov 2011 13:47:00 -0800 A LASTING SEDUCTION http://dgreaves.posterous.com/a-lasting-seduction http://dgreaves.posterous.com/a-lasting-seduction

People always think that children of the Love Supreme can't get down with the git down. As if the Supreme legislates against sexuality. That's a bogus assertion nah mean. It's not sexuality that brings your spiritual house down it's who and why you sex-in. Let me show you how D.Greaves breaks it down.

 

I want to want you

more than you need yourself,

if they ever sold your lovin' in the likka store,

fo sho, I would clear the shelves,

my one and only baby,

your spirit's got me liftin',

for so long I was sifting

through the hurt to find a gem,

and now you're here with me,

I gotta say Amen

 

Don't close your pretty brown eyes,

I want you to see how I work,

told you not to tease me

by wearing that skirt,

feel me,

our love sounds will be staccato,

when it comes to your lovin' I'm an aficionado,

hold up,

let me take off my Movado,

tonight we're gonna be incommunicado,

can you feel what I'm saying baby,

my one and only lady

 

All day at my 8 hour grind,

I daydreamed about this moment in time,

three dozen long cuts,

and a chilled carafe of wine,

if kissing your navel is a crime,

then let me be a prime suspect,

the Introduction to Extacy is my best subject,

babygirl, let me be your architect,

and come morning, with all due respect,

to you, my Queen, I will genuflect

 

Let me break it way down,

BABY LET-ME-MAKE-LOVE-TO-YOU-ALL-DAY LONG,

LET ME MAKE SWEET AND SOUR LOVIN' TO YOU ALL NIGHT LONG,

we can be vertical, horizontal,

let my lovin' tickle your tonsils,

to your future I will be responsible,

never will I do you wrong,

head board bangin', mental bells ringin',

back to front, moans and grunts,

even sidelong

 

Betcha didn't know I could RAP like this,

Betcha didn't know I could TAP like this,

Betcha didn't know I could booty SLAP like this,

Betcha didn't know I was STRAPPED like this,

Betcha didn't know I could ADAPT like this,

Betcha didn't know I could THUNDERCLAP like this,

Betcha didn't know I could Brown Suga SMACK like this,

Baby,

you are the first, the last, everything on my list

 

And our beat goes,

and our sexy beat goes,

on and on,

to the break of dawn,

yeah, now I have you in my palm,

ride your blacktop like it's the Autobahn,

invade your love nest like I'm Genghis Kahn,

make you melt like soft butter on a warm croissant,

let's play act, when it comes to that,

I'll be the terrible enfant,

and you can be my chaste debutante

 

Let me fetch some crushed ice

so I can kool you down,

my missle is launched,

and it's coming inbound,

you know how we do, who we be,

so let's define the meaning of true fidelity,

no addendums, no referrendums, no technicalities,

let's show the world how the spiritual and the mental

can produce a passionate physicality,

specifically,

my name is D'ee,

and I will leave it written indelibly,

on your love nest,

oh, I'm so sorry,

do you need some rest?

 

HA!, I was only playin!,

you know I have plenty of stamina,

let's get Philly ghetto,

come on, e-NIG-me Ma,

you see babygirl,

after tonight's consummation,

tommorrow will be your coronation,

our love will be our Eternal Proclaimation,

signed and notarized by the Spirits,

for the Love Supreme's confirmation,

our stimulating copulation,

will create a Big Bang,

and realign the constellations,

for past pains, let's pour a libation,

make lovin' 'till we're warm,

make lovin' 'till we're hot,

and spark a conflagration,

leave love's unbelievers shouting,

THE ROOF, THE ROOF, THE ROOF IS ON FIRE,

y'all don't need no water,

let it burn with me and my one and only's desire

 

The Love Supreme's children can do the do too, nah mean?!?

 

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Tue, 15 Nov 2011 13:16:00 -0800 NAKED DESIRES http://dgreaves.posterous.com/naked-desires http://dgreaves.posterous.com/naked-desires

The polite applause is now fading,

will our stream of conscience end before love

begins its course?,

Do we ignore our potent passion,

or blissfully feel the impact of its fateful force?

 

I offer you what others haven't,

the cream of my prose to soften the blackness

of your taste,

I can promise no escape from earthly escapades,

only a trip to Purgatory,maybe there our sins can be erased

 

Absolute yet not irrefutable,

so it was written, our love rests

on the precipice of pain,

though I recite the Scripture of love everlasting,

I have yet to be ordained

 

AND WILL THIS ROMANTIC REQUIEM,

BE ALL THAT YOUR LOVE REQUIRES,

OR WILL OUR CONSECRATED HOST BE DEVOURED

BY VORACIOUS VAMPIRES,

WILL THE REALITY OF OUR EVERLASTING BOND

DEVOLVE INTO SATIRE,

THUS PRECIPITATING THE CLOTHING

OF OUR ONCE NAKED DESIRES

 

Come to me as your were, as you are,

within your imperfections is a subtle perfectness,

I prefer not those women who write

with an enhanced calligraphy,

please sign your name on my heart, which you now possess

 

All in time for those who waste it,

I'm quite aware of what and whom I need,

will the siren call of my plea be answered?,

Or will my voice be lost amongst the rustling of the whispering reeds?

 

Please, take your final bow my love,

tonight, when we are alone,

your stage makeup must be removed,

you've given all you have for love's sake,

I am not the Savior, to me you have nothing left to prove

 

AND WILL OUR HEARTBEATS,

RESEMBLE ALL THE TALKING DRUMS ONCE INSPIRED,

OR WILL OUR FATIHFULL DALLIANCE

BE BOGGED DOWN IN THE QUAGMIRE,

WILL THE LEADING ACTRESS IN MY DREAMSCAPE,

UNDER THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF THE EVERLASTING BEGIN TO PERSIRE,

THUS PRECIPITATING THE CLOTHING OF OUR ONCE NAKED DESIRES

 

Incarcerated by my fragile conscience,

refusing to die, fighting to live,

will the cock crow thrice my love,

before my indescretions upon the altar of love,

you choose to finally forgive

 

My unquenchable joy in your Majestic presence,

is all that I will really ever need,

together our fate is not yet decided,

apart, my stigmata will slowly begin to bleed

 

In my lifetime I have shunned true love,

afraid to respond to the test of living in a personal hell,

yet without the final temptation there is no virtue,

and the demon of wanderlust cannot be expelled

 

AND WHEN THE DESCIPLES OF LOVE,

FLEE FROM THE UNFORGETTABLE FIRE,

WILL YOUR HOLD ON MY LOVE BEGIN TO TIRE,

AND IF THE SAPPHIRE

SMILE YOU HAD FOR ME YEARS PRIOR,

IS THROWN BY FANATICS ON THE FUNERAL PYRE,

WILL YOU LIVE FOR ME, AS I WOULD DIE FOR YOU,

DESPITE ALL IN LIFE THAT TRANSPIRES,

OR WILL YOU IGNORE MY PLEA,

THUS PRECIPITATING THE CLOTHING OF OUR ONCE NAKED DESIRES

 

LET THOSE WITHOUT SIN

CAST THE FIRST STONE,

LET SHE, WHO CONTINUES TO BELIEVE IN HIM,

DESPITE HIS SINS,

MOAN,

IN SEQUENCE WITH THE CADENCE OF EVERLASTING LOVE

 

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Tue, 08 Nov 2011 17:10:00 -0800 FLIKKA-ME-BIKKA(FLICK MY BIC)THE REDUX http://dgreaves.posterous.com/flikka-me-bikkaflick-my-bicthe-redux http://dgreaves.posterous.com/flikka-me-bikkaflick-my-bicthe-redux

I Flikka-me-Bikka,

Rrrrhyme mo' sikka,

everybotty know dat I the pick-a the litta,

when I Rrrap around the rhyme like a boa consric-ta,

I cross ya ova like A.I. when he wuz a Seventy-Sixx-a,

smooth in my groove, yes,  when I hawk spitt-ta,

like black oil, when my brain boil,

but I mo' slick-ka,

think you can beat me b-wuay ya drinkin' too much likka,

b'cuz I de mic mix-a,

inflict pain then I convict ya,

squattin' in me rhyme houze I gotta evict ya,

excuse me de ladies got me bikka,

harder than a brick-ka,

when I fade dis spript-ta,

I gotta go wet-ta me wikka

 

I Flikka-me-Bikka,

Rrrhyme mo' sick-ka,

de Lion of Judah in me Rasta,

wear a leather coat like de mon John Shaft-ta,

I a badd muthha..shut me mouth,

but I talkin' about D'ee Mast-ta,

from Nebrask-ka to Alas-ka,

from the Philly Daily News to Prav-da,

I'm a Millenium just  like dat old Maz-da,

hot-ta than a rude boy shott-ta,

give me 5 minutes, yes,  I seduce ya moth-tha,

she be in the kitchen singin' raggae songz,

while cookin' up me past-ta,

don't even have to flatt-ta,

b'cuz size do matt-ta,

do a samba on she poo-nah-nee na-nee,

make her crest-ta and then take a siest-ta,

 chill in my favorite chair and drink a cold Shas-ta

 

I Flikka-me-bikka,

Rrrhyme mo' sikka,

I be the adverb animate-ta,

the noun coordinate-ta,

the verb vaccinate-ta,

make de rhyme percolate-ta,

shake it baby, shake it baby,

shake ya money make-ka,

ya man don't know that I am the final arbitrate-ta,

leave ya so breathless ya need a ventilate-ta,

an air circulate-ta,

I be an administrate-ta,

da coochie cultivate-ta,

da mammary gladiate-ta,

fiya in ya chest, gurl mess

wit me ya need a difibrillate-ta,

Debbie might me a Dominatrix,

but I am D'ee the Dominate-ta,

let me show you on my telestrate-ta,

how I became D'ee the Sex Emancipate-ta

 

Flikka-me-bikka,

Rrrhyme mo' sikka,

livin' in Ameri-KKKa,

from Barbados by way of Afric-ka,

my boyz call me D'ee Encyclopedia Brittani-ka,

an Original, no replic-ka,

R.I.P. Heavy D and Smokin' Joe Frais-sha,

gonna be makin' so much money they will call me per capit-ta,

chill in Houston with Angelic-ka,

pull me bump-pa up to Danic-ka,

sorry pretty lady I didnt know you had sciatic-ka,

hell no mon is dat a swasti-KKKa???,

messin' up me vibez you Neo-Nazi mudda-fikka,

call out to the Kapp-pa, the Alpha and the dawgz from Omeg-ga,

let's show dis racist mon why he should'nt be a hate-ta,

excuse me pretty lady I will talk to ya late-ta,

let me line these punks up,

Mamma Oh! start the road grate-ta,

so we can fade 'em like a Fade-da

 

 

 

 

 

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