So' dude, I'm like*so stoked because I finally, like, totally just got the new illpoets.com CD yesterday*and it's like, totally awesome!
This CD like, totally rocks! Other than that though, I'm cool. Just really excited to make the next steps of this process happen.
So, question, have you ever run across an old crush years later and immediately gotten all the old feelings back? Yeah, I thought that was cliché until that shit happened to me when I was at Howard's Homecoming this past October. Shorty still looked good, but it wasn't like she was doing anything extra. In fact, she ain't even have her hair all done up. She was just chillin' walking around*lookin' good. Also, noticed that most of the young ladies and the Alums who didn't go out of their way to look fly, came off the flyest. I was too broke to get fly, but too grown to really give a fuck. I got bills, N****! I got a mortgage! Fuck I look like buying an outfit for the yard?! But for real tho, I did stop by Up Against the Wall for some last minute freshness, but they ain't have anything I was gonna rock. No Ecko, no Guess, no Polo*basically, no discreet fashion*well Ecko ain't discreet, but Polo don't have to have a big logo like some of these other labels. I will never buy a State Property anything, RocaWear just ain't me...and I can't bring myself to wear the same thing as Puffy. Just keep flashing back to really shiny suits...Bad Boy, c'mon. I wasn't feelin' their selection, for real, joe.
Also, I've noticed that there's a distinct difference in the way these younger women are built. When I went on campus, a lot of them were phat as hell, but they were*meatier. It's the good meatier, but they were really young looking in the face. When I went to Howard, we had women that were built like grown ass women. True, there were some built like the shorties now, but not on this scale. The women when I went to school were phat as hell, but they were leaner. The asses seemed like they were fatter, just not as big and round. You know, you got the phat ass with a really big cuff on the bottom, and then you got the phat ass with the round circumference. I think it's the hormones in the dairy and meats, man. That shit is way more out of hand, and probably the reason why a lot of these youngyin's are bigger and taller at a younger age.. Little girls shouldn't need bras at age 10, that shit ain't normal.
Anyway, I have officially solved part of the problem with my writer's block. Apparently, I seem to need a female muse to keep my ass writing. I say female because a muse historically is female, but today can be viewed as inspiration. Running across the old crush caused me to write a really dope poem. But on the real, shorty had me open somethin' ridiculous back in the day. So anyway, ya boy is back for a minute off the journal entries, so stay tuned!
Holla
PS- Bru, I'ma make those adjustments to illpoets.com we discussed, but that joint was a little more involved than I wanted to be this morning*I'll try to fix that joint over the weekend.
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Okay...I figured I'd drop the poem since I ain't put nothin' new on this site in forever. I think I'm going to do a revamp of the site...

Don't

Please, whatever you do
Don't feel me
Because I don't have enough within me to resist you
Longing for another shot, how could I dismiss you?
And I would be helplessly yours if you persist to
Do the things you do that seem to come naturally to you
When you walk, does your hip switch normally break space like that?
The honey suckle hustle, does it taste like that?
And if you were without a clue,
Would you be willing to taste my extremities in order to taste the deepest parts of you?
Our relationship is reminiscent of accidentally eating a rotten fish dinner
'Cause long after you're gone I still feel you on my inner
The gravity of you and me makes me giddy, I can't weight
You got my resistance getting thinner
I'm trying to be a saint
You got me thinking like a sinner
Knowing I'd love to curl up to you for the winter
Thought the connection had been severed until you raised my antennae
So don't you be enthused when you see me
Because I'm a grown man now baby please believe me
Your voice the metronome to an ancient lust potion
That sings the serenade of, "Don't front, you know I gotcha open"
Don't look at me like you do, you make it hard for me to focus
Partly because you make it hard for me, I partly hope you don't notice
I can hardly concentrate; I find it hard to write this opus
Beguiled by your smile, don't bat your eyes like that
Feline movements, don't cat your stride like that
Don't touch my arm like that
Sending shockwaves to my core
My feelings could get harmed like that
The way you make me feel, how could I ever trust you?
Magnetic attractions, how could I not touch you?
Wanting you to call
Kind of hoping you don't
Perhaps leaving well enough alone
Knowing you won't
For there's nothing you could do to calm the electricity I received when I saw you
The desire I felt when I hugged you
Flashbacks to asking "Can I" love you
And if I couldn't do that, in no uncertain words
Could I at least*
Knowing you were down, but scared to pursue
Seen the signs in your eyes, wanting to peruse
Knowing this is wrong and right, not knowing what to do
Except to ask you to not do whatever it is you do
To make me so enamored with you
But you won't, because you can't
And I don't understand
Why I'm so powerless to stop it.
Or more importantly
Why I probably wouldn't
If I could