Rhythm's Spot

Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:07:00 +0200

Below is my favorite poem EVER. Written by the unparalleled Nikki Giovanni:

Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
    the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
    that only glows every one hundred years falls
    into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad

I sat on the throne
    drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
    to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
    the tears from my birth pains
    created the nile
I am a beautiful woman

I gazed on the forest and burned
    out the sahara desert
    with a packet of goat's meat
    and a change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
    so swift you can't catch me

For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
He gave me rome for mother's day
My strength flows ever on

My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
    as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
    jesus
    men intone my loving name
    All praises All praises
I am the one who would save

I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
    the filings from my fingernails are
    semi-precious jewels
    On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
    the earth as I went
    The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
    across three continents

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission

I mean...I...can fly
like a bird in the sky...

DISCLAIMER

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 20:45:00 +0200

Whatever I write on my blog, I mean. During that moment in time, if I rant or wax romantically..it's my personal truth. My feelings may change the next second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year...but that moment in time happend and those feelings were real. I will not delete any of my posts because they are a true reflection of how I was feeling, just as I can not go back in time and change events as they occur.

So with that...read at your own risk.

BB this is WW

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:28:00 +0200

So in the midst of some an activity...all I kept thinking was...

"Hello Buss It Baby...this is Wet Wet"

LMAO

To know is to understand!

The Hook-Handed Man

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 18:24:00 +0200

So..we're in the car going to Johnstown, the car seat is tied down with cargo straps to the roof of the car. We keep hearing this scraping noise. Someone asks "what IS that sound"

I reply..."That's the Hook-Handed Man"

Everyone looks at me and starts laughing.

Utopia

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 20:27:00 +0200

Im lying next to you

Feigning sleep

I feel your fingertips

On the small of my back

Feather-like strokes

Sending chills

Up my spine

Im holding my breath

Waiting

To exhale

I am slowly

Being swept up

In this web of ecstasy

You are spinning for me

Your hand on my back

The other tangled in my hair

Youre breathing heavily

Heat

Emanating from your body

Its 4:00 in the morning

And I

Am in no way sleeping

Im barely moving

Intoxication

And anticipation

Are taking over

I let out

An involuntary

Grrrooooaaaannnn

You answer in return

By pulling me close

I just cant get enough

The feel of you

Pushing me over the edge

Time & time again

We imbibe

The sweet nectar

Of each other

The nibbling

Of lips

The feel of

Fingertips

I run my hands

Over your back and chest

They slip to your waistline

Our hips begin to wind

The warmth of your breath

On my neck

While you place your hands

On my breasts

Im gently scratching

Your back

Lips on

Nipples

As finger tips

Travel

Over my

Body

To the center of

My being

Teasing me

Frequently

Promising me

Silently

Unparalleled

Ecstasy

~Rhythm, 2000

The BEST

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 06:27:13 +0200

Are you satisfied?!

nospam@example.com (Symphony) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 04:17:19 +0200

IScream

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 00:29:00 +0200

What I am is what I am...what you are is a stunt man

nospam@example.com (Symphony) — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 06:58:19 +0200

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nospam@example.com (Symphony) — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 16:04:00 +0200

Rhythm

Slowly Surely

nospam@example.com (Symphony) — Wed, 21 May 2008 21:11:00 +0200

Lentamente certamente

Lentamente certamente
Cammino a partire da
quell'vecchio amore disperato e dazed
preso nel labirinto di amore
la mania pazzesca di amore
gli è stato pensato buono
gli è stato pensato reale
gli è stato pensato
ma non era amore

Non so appena
Dove dovrei andare
Così
Lentamente certamente
Cammino a partire da
interessato
undeserving
costantemente danneggiandolo amore
abbandonandolo amore
avete detto ho detto che abbiamo detto
ma

Lentamente certamente
Cammino a partire da
amore confusionario
amore d'abuso
abuso dell'amore
ciò non può essere

Lentamente certamente
Cammino a partire da
interessato
undeserving
costantemente danneggiandolo amore

Non so appena
dove dovrei andare
No
Non so appena
sappia sanno sanno
Dove dovrei andare
così

Lentamente certamente
Cammino a partire da
quell'vecchio amore disperato e dazed
preso nel labirinto di amore
la mania pazzesca di amore

gli è stato pensato buono
gli è stato pensato reale
gli è stato pensato
ma non era amore

Non conosco appena dove andare
Così

Lentamente certamente
Cammino a partire da
Cammino a partire da
Lentamente certamente
Cammino a partire da amore
Oh
lentamente certamente un punto alla volta
ma certamente
Passerò il vecchio amore da parte
ed amilo

When It's Glaringly Obvious

nospam@example.com (Symphony) — Sat, 17 May 2008 04:15:00 +0200

Karma karma karma comes back to you hard.

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Fri, 09 May 2008 20:06:21 +0200

Open Letter: To a long lost friend.

nospam@example.com (Symphony) — Sun, 04 May 2008 14:00:00 +0200

It's been a while now.

I still think about you. Wonder where you are and how you've been.

I wonder how many children you have now and if you're still married.

I mostly wonder why we grew apart.

Seems like a life time ago. I mean, I am your son's godmother. I haven't seen him since he was two. I know he's in good hands. He has you. I keep thinking back to that time...I wonder about when things started to change. I mostly wonder why. Me being who I am, am readily asking "What did I do?"

We've conversed via email one time in the last ten years. You've never seen my oldest child. I'm not sure if you know I have another. You were there for me and me for you. We were great friends once.

Common friends don't seem to know where you are or how you're doing.

Relatives haven't seen you in a long time. I saw your sister a while back; she said you were doing okay.

I remember how young we all were. You were strong. Stronger than I am today. All of that on your plate, with a child. Amazing.

I thought about the brawl on the bridge the other day and had to smile... The thought of Dance dance dance dance for Jesus cracks me up everytime. I remembered that crazy ass party at your house that got everyone extremely drunk and the house raided.

I remembered how much I thought I was in love with DW and you were there for me when things fell apart. I remember your support and laughter about RL & RB. I wonder now what you words would have been when I was going through things with WP, RF, CG, JO, JC, AA, AA, DR . I wonder what your thoughts would have been when KW and I had that falling out. I just wish...

Know this: No matter what, we're family. Blood will always be thicker than water. But more than that, you are my friend.

Marketing Plan

nospam@example.com (Rhythm) — Fri, 02 May 2008 20:22:00 +0200

Rhythm's Spot

Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

**DISCLAIMER**

BB this is WW

The Hook-Handed Man

Utopia

The BEST

Are you satisfied?!

IScream

What I am is what I am...what you are is a stunt man

@@@@

Slowly Surely

When It's Glaringly Obvious

Karma karma karma comes back to you hard.

Open Letter: To a long lost friend.

Marketing Plan

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