new. and improved?

so I felt funny calling mine a blog when it was really just a website, or very narrow archive of some of my writings. so I had two options: rename this my 'website' or 'very narrow archive of some of my writings' make it more like a blog well really I had three options:        3.   keep it the same and call it a blog anyway I chose the second. so now we've got poems and songs and other writings along with my random rantings and insights. may even add some essays. links. and I have a couple colabos in the works, too. so stay tuned and grow with me! -cha...

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spit.

me (@yaRoyalDopeness on twitter) and the homie (@WhoIsMrWizard) decided to have a freestyle comp. via twitter. [yes. we both had that little to do with our lives] this is what unfolded: Mr. Wizard famous in my city for my trafficin history undercover agents working hard to get me hammer time u fools can't touch me i am a entity Yours Truely fellas steady questionin the status of my relations. I tell em I'm not tied down; they quickly become elated. I tell em not to be becus I am not tryna date em. then they give me the look that says I emotionally raped ...

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For Your Eyes Only

I wish you could hear it. It's jazzy. I like it. Verse 1 Come and let me tell you how I feel Tell ya bout this feelin so unreal I knew one day I'd find anew A love so true Enclosed my heart, but babe you broke the seal Refrain And I don't really want nobody else but you (you) And there's no way to explain what it is you do (to me) But I know I like it No way to deny it I just know that whatever you want I'm willing to-o Chorus My world is opened reluctantly But it opened up to you easily This one must be heaven sent What you see is what you get Mine is a lifetime guarantee So come here baby Tell me what you want from me Your wish is my command Let me take you by the hand (just) Understand that what you see Is for your eyes only Verse 2 Fell in and out of love long ago Wondered if it ever...

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Be My Angel

When I need a little help Even when I think I don't You provide me with your insight Removing known and un-known hurt Others offer cliched wisdom Fortune cookie remedies But yours are new words chosen To cater to me and my needs And that's why I want you to be my angel (hook) I know That this life is my own But this road Is not to be traveled alone I need a helpmate To walk with me to the end And it is you babe Who I choose to be that friend Many friends have come and gone Many have helped me through my pain But it is you who seems to right the wrongs Caused by life's unyielding game An angel unmoved by my preference Here to protect each part of me A peace whole, pure And unselfish This is what your spirit brings And that's why I want you to be my angel (hook) And should our time come...

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Parched

I had to let go of your refreshing cool before my thirst was fully quenched. I didn't realize how good it was until the aftertaste hit. An aftertaste that only makes me want another gulp (the more I have, the more I want). A flavor hard to place a finger on, but easy to recallWhich, now that I can't have it, only makes things hard.The rarity of this drinkmeans I can only find it (and its breathtaking relief) in one place.But I'm still thirstyAnd you're not he...

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What Next?

Having conquered our uncertainties and brought our conflicts to the light, and having overcome the awkwardness met with not-so-innocent delight, I begin to wonder where it is our discovery will lead. And so I list the possibilities as my pen begins to bleed: What Next? What next? Having endured this pleasant trial for the longest of short times, What is the blessed aftermath of our confliction oh so real? What next? Can we drop our current situations to pursue each others hearts? Must we leave behind the history created while we're apart? What next...

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falsely accused

my spirit hurts. because it knows what goes on outside it at its expense. framed by the body, the spirit pays the price. guilty by association, the spirit assumes the position given it by its cohorts. at her core, she is innocent, knowing, and pure. yet her face holds scars of a life that innocence could never know. the jury is out; and it cares of nothing but the facts. (only actions can be interpreted when the words don't match, and the speechless spirit can't even offer that much.) her only escape would leave her companions in her position: isolated and voiceless- a reality she wouldn't wish on anyone. so, to maintain the happiness of those...

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