If you can, tune in to 96.3 @ 11:59pm Wednesday night. I'll be reppin'
the site 1nce again.
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For those who check this site from time to time and noticed that it's
been trippin' lately, it's because I switched servers a while back and
doing so created a few navigational bugs in the site. Some things work
fine, while others don't. My main concern on the site honestly is that
folks can access the journal, which I'm sure folks can do now. I plan
on completely revamping the site by February, just have to figure what
goes and what stays when I do. I wan the site to be lighter, but still
worth checking out from time to time outside of the journal.
Aside fromt hat, I saw Man on Fire, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of
Azkaban, The Incredibles and the Terminal this weekend. Rebecca, you
were right, I really dug The Incredibles. I think it might have beaten
out my all-time favorite Pixar movie, Toy Story. Strong words I know,
but that joint was pretty dope. Cats were losing their lives all
throughout that joint, man. One of the reasons I couldn't get into G.
I. joe full on is because cats would always manage to parachute out of
disastorous aerial explosions somehow. The only ones that would catch
it were the B.A.T.s in the show. Not so in this joint. The bad guys
were catching it, as they should have. What sold me though was how
human they were, and how funny they were. Dope joint. WIll be copped
on DVD promptly upon release.
What else? Oh, the All Seasons LP release party/ Open mic is set for
next Tuesday @ Howard University. Joint will be free, so come out and
support if you can. LP's will be for sale @ this event ($12).
Trying to not get a cold, although my body seems to really want to get
sick...I won't let it. Didn't schedule it this month, seeing as though
I got some vacation time coming up, my body will have to wait until
then, or get sick during the weekend.
Got some reviews on the radar for the illpoets.com reveiws section-
GTA: San Andreas for games, Afeni Shakur for books, and Talib and the
Roots for mucic. It's rough doing the reviews by myself, but, they're
worth it.
I might be on Joe Gorhams poetry hour this Wednesday night @ 12am (96.3
FM), which technically, is really Thursday morning, but whatever. If
so, I'll try to give a heads up. Main things is to pump the CD.
Haven't been on in a couple of years, so it'd be nice to go back with
something to play for listeners. We'll see...
Things are really looking up for this joint right now. More l8er.
Eye Will Holla,
LtP

Okay,
Let's get past the fact that I'm a grown ass man and I still avidly read comic books. Okay, now that we've done that, perhaps someone can tell me why Marvel Comics is losing their fricking minds?! Ummm, they have this series out called "The End", and it spans at least two different X titles-- X-Men: The End and Wolverine: The End. In them, they basically contain the plot line of how the entire X-Men roster is killed off. Okay, so far (in X-Men) they've knocked off Cable, Warpath, Shatterstarr and Boom Boom in one book, and brought back Madelyne Pryor in the next. Haven't gotten to Wolverine, yet. Now, in Uncanny X-Men, they've supposedly killed off Avalanche, Black Tom Cassidy, Juggernaut AND Sabretooth. Won't say how, but what the--?!
On another note, why does the Love Jones soundtrack still rock??? I mean Maxwell, Me'shell, Amel, Dionne Farris, Ellington & Coltraine and Cassandra Wilson on the same LP?! Whoever conceived that LP was a genius. Oh yeah, for those that remember the distinguished "...could get it" list, Cassandra Wilson could get it, too. Her locks and her smile just do it for me, man. The importance of good dental hygiene and a naturally beautiful smile is truly an understated phenomenon. Okay, not a phenomenon, but I couldn't think of the right adjective to replace that particular word for some reason. A say a naturally beautiful smile because, although a straight smile is really nice, the teeth don't have to be perfect to have a nice smile. That, and whether or not the smile is genuine. That fake smile shit, is not hittin' for 2005...just so ya'll know. Don't get it twisted though, it's gonna be really hard to come off sexy when you smiling with your baby teeth overlapping your permanent teeth and you're 30 years old. Just a word to the wise.
What else...? Oh, Turkey day coming up...like I give a fuck. I'm more associating Thanksgiving and Columbus days as personal days to myself and/or family. I really can't see celebrating the systematic massacre and quarantine of the Native Peoples of THIS land to be a festive kind of thing, y'know? Hey for Christmas, you do the nativity scene, so for Thanksgiving, you can re-enact Amhearst handing out blankets infested with smallpox as a token of "Good Will" to the Natives. That'd be really (un)cool, so I guess we'll just remember them saving the pilgrims by teaching them to live in harmony with the land...like that really lasted. (sigh)
I won't be political on such a relaxed day, though. I'll leave that for Granma's Kitchen... By the way, for those who do actually go by her journal, I went and fixed some bugs that were present in her journal. The biggest thing was the small text, which I finally figured out was coming from her end, so I'll have to develop a work-around for that, so I don't have to go in and modify some of the code each time she posts. Oh--! Folks are giving really good feedback for the illpoets.com CD so far!! I'm really happy about that, man. For those who don't know, you can cop said LP off of illpoets.com and write reviews for it if you already have it (You'd have to do that through CDBaby.com, though).
Well, I could write more, but that don't mean ya'll will read it, so...I'ma roll. As you see though, I'm getting back to my old self with the posting. I'm trying ya'll, but it just takes a bit of time to get in some for real writing, not that filler I've been doing way too often.
Hey Bru, you beat that damn game, yet?!
One ya'll!!
PS- Figured I'd milk this unexpected resurgence of a crush I got lately and use it as a reason to write. Here's a haiku excerpt from this poem I wrote today called "Enchanted"

Sorceress of lust
You are what dreams are made of
But do dreams come true

Yeah, so...just dropping a line to say what's up. Folks have been asking about the LP, some want to buy a couple copies, others want to buy five. It's love right now on this CD thing, and it feels really good to see such a positive response. Personally, I prefer books over CD's with this whole poetry things, as it engages the mind more and you typically get way more more material. But, this CD process simplifies the digestion process when it comes to processing someone's material. You can easily glean a certain meaning judging by the way speaker uses certain intonations, things like that.
But anyway, this weekend was really low key. Did very little, didn't even cook for the week. Oh, didn't tell ya'll. I've been trying to be more responsible with my diet. So I've been cooking dishes that last a few days to save money and improve my diet. So far, I've done lasagne and spaghetti. I could do baked chicken next, but we've got Thanksgiving around the corner, soooo...leftovers for a few days with that! Ibasically chilled over my Dad's house Saturday night, as I'd been incognegro the last few weeks. Have to get out this long holiday weekend though, I think I'll set out to see the incredibles this weekend.

- I officially dig Alicia Keys when she has more weight on her...she wasn't that attractive to me on the first LP, but she is doin' it big on the 2nd one.
- I was struggling with the fact that I've been diggin' a few of Fabolous' tracks over the last year or so*not like I want to buy his catalogue, but diggin' it none the less. I find it easier to come to grips with that because he's been on DC radio the last couple of days and seems like an intelligent dude. Not that a lot of these cats aren't, but to be able to express an intelligent thought outside of, "Na'mean?" is becoming more of a rarity.
- How does one start off a thought with, "Na'mean?" You haven't said anything yet, so no, I don't know what you mean.
- It's time for me to revamp leethepoet.com, this layout sucks. It was originally meant to be a temporary fix, hence the reason it says version 2.5. So, a version 3.0 will e arriving hopefully by February...we'll see.
-Why is reality TV so unrealistic? Most of the times people are put into highly unlikely situations that would seldom happen in the real world, i.e. Survivor, Wife Swap, The Rebel Billionaire, The Apprentice , or whatever else you want to throw in. Perhaps people's reactions are realistic, but this shit is manipulated melodrama. In reality, it's really cheaper than footing the bill for shows like Home Improvement and Seinfeld where all the actors are ridiculously paid. Word was on one of the tabloid TV shows ( Entertainment Tonight I think), that Tim Allen turned down an additional season of Home Improvement at a whopping $50 million for each episode! That's when you're just filthy rich, man.
- The feedback buzz for the All Seasons LP has been really good, man. One of the Executive Producer's called me a couple of moments ago and told me his co-workers are loving the joint, man. That's what's up.

Okay, enough thoughts for now...I'ma holla. Oh, what did you think of the poem from the last entry?
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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

Check this out!

The illpoets.com music CD, All Seasons, is scheduled to ship today from California AND they'll be available for purchase from illpoets.com in less than two weeks in the all new online store which was officially launched today! Go to www.illpoets.com to check out what we have in stock so far.

Funny Thought: I find it funny that on Redman's 1st LP, he had a verse in which he "...had a fight with Chuck, that punk motha fuck, tried to stab me in the gut/ so I dazed him with an uppercut", and he's in the new Chuck movie...apparently getting killed. Maybe even stabbed in the gut.

Okay, I had very little to write outside of the great news, but, I will probably have some material for you guys next week, and will probably be journaling much more since I have to get into the grind for this CD and other things happening. We'll rap a taste...promise!
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