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Monday, October 02, 2006

Deo~isM, What the hell is that? A Cult?!?

Deo~isM is NO CULT..
perhaps it is... You decide..

Deo~isM: the commitment to be a positive force in one's own existence.

This oath assumes a commitment to one's self cannot be broken or negotiated.

It IS or it IS NOT~! There is no option to stop at ones first failed attempts.. Failure is expected.

However, every decision is an opportunity to "get it done".

It does not stop... Until you stop
It does not end... Until you end
It does not begin... Until you begin.

Mistakes are made, attempts fail, and accidents happen...But quitting is a decision....

you see, a "try" is to fail before you start!

deo 05

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Friends Vs. Brooklyn Friends

FRIENDS: Never ask for food
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Call your parents mom and dad.

FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying, "Damn...We
fucked up...But that shit was fun!"

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Keep your sh*t so long they forget it's yours.

FRIENDS: know a few things about you.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"

FRIENDS: Are for a while.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and
say, "Bitch, you better drink the rest of that, you know we don't waste!!"

FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out!!

FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
ALL BROOKLYN FRIENDS: Will make sure other Brooklyn Friends read this and try to prove who's from queens! -- I say transplants COUNT!!!

Monday, September 11, 2006

The Exquisite Truth

To enjoy the moments in life. Not only the action we enjoy but the moment that follows. For what can be just as beautiful as a bird singing - the sound of the wind beneath it's wings.


What can be more lovely than young love - the experience remembered!

Life is not a continuous flow of thinning and thickening "moments", but rather an irregular pulse of emotion and energy. One Discovers the world one step at a time, and when discoveries give way to insight, passions are aroused.

Some learn this early and excel in their passions, some learn to fake this and go through the motions of insight and passion.

Some fall into their passion with a wreckless abandon.

The Exquisite Truth:

DISCOVER YOUR PASSION!!!

...Because a moments courage is all it takes!!
;)

Friday, September 01, 2006

Prevention

Deliciously timelessly
she called to me
I struggled to see
through the haze of me
to hear what she said
when she called to me
deeply
I'd hoped she wanted me
as she called to me
longingly,
lustfully
I responded to thee.
I beg of she
call to me
repeatedly
so to find me!
...a lover in your eyes
as long as I remember
the places you touched
I'll never say goodbye
though the lust is true
all I have for you will
remain by my side
though you run from me
and my big love tree
the reason why you hide.
I try to keep my cool you see
to keep my heart in view
to keep from becoming what I know
a broken heart would do.

deo '05'

Imagine this....

I can imagine a day
for me it's liquid clear
I must make a switch
and ignore my fear

a chance to start off new
chance to salvage bliss
chance to change it all
this feels too good to miss

salvation, temptation, redemption
there must be more to this
how did you find your way in?
and now I've been dismissed

taking another chance
banking on faded views
hanging it all - just everything
on some vague and distant clue

no guts no glory
not ventured not gained
after you get bored
I'll never be the same

deo '05'

Chocolate You... Who????

How can I get me some chocolate?
Do I wait or do I pursue it.

Knowing the reaction of the coco,
it's probably not the best to treat myself to any...
of that fine chocolate

I ain't have none for a minute - and when I did
I got sick.
Damned shame to be sick of that sweet assed chocolate

It looks so good
shimmering in the sun.
I like my coco milky
with raisins is always fun.

I love when coco gets hot ,
it melts all in my fingers
wrapper gets all sticky
and the smell lingers.

sticky to the touch.
I does something to my mind
sweet all it's own
My desire? To find

only one chocolate bliss!

Only one way it lingers
when you remember this.
How I did I get my chocolate,
deep brown bliss?????


I got up and found, brown lips to kiss

deo '05'

Midnight Runs

Midnight runs
fill the seams
between midnight fun
and midnight dreams

star lit skies
just like these
have potential
for lifelong memories

quiet walks
on light filled streets
glimmering glasses
and wind swept trees

strange the sound
of familiar lips
conversation flows
between well placed
sips.

starting over
friends with lust
saying only - what we must

waiting , pausing
hinted trust
trust what isn't said
from dawn to dusk

come with me,
let's put steps together
soon we'll have our heads together

taking a chance once again
to hold on to a special friend

deo '05'

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

precious words

No words are as precious as those you want to hear.....

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Try to understand

I try to understand
what will happen
with my hope and me

how can she pass
and not chill wit this
all our fireworks
even our private kiss

passions ignite
understanding is a dream
I know deep in side
hope isn't mean

fighting to protect
a painful hurt
hope cant see me
under hardwork and dirt

standing on
misunderstanding
left me
misunderstood

hope can't see the tree
just the worm in the wood

I can see hope
lonely in a crowd
reflections aren't seen
by the wounded or the proud

life's coach a jerk
don't do no good
compared to what we share
what he would if he could

hope come to me
when the healing is done
when hope wanna laugh
we'll have some fun

deo o5

Hope gives pause

Confused, refused, he paused and took a drink.
Trying to beat the tide while his heart... Sink.
Often confident and out of lies.
He faces the truth and wonders why.
How could something so sweet so beautiful so promising of joy.
Be so brutal so absolutely Real.
Like life and it's battles for existence.
She was real like teeth in a bite.
Bitter - she was sweet - because she KEPT it real.

His game was tight, his words his might -
".. Nahh, niggah, NAHHHH - you gets none tonight!..."
Her absolute strength amazed and stunned him.
Her demand commanded his respect.
Her soul demanded his attention.
He was the smallest part of the equation.

There are not enough days to cure him of her.
She runs through is blood like the drug she is to him.
she's on his mind when she's not with him, she's ruthless when she is!
They laugh, They cry, They eat, They live...
Alive with the promise no one can give.
That together they would be tomorrow and happy.

Hope in their eyes.
never on their lips
joy in their hearts
and lust touched their tips...

a brother's gotta have Hope!

Deo 05

Ramble on Desire!

So hard
impossible to reach
yet I can obtain
life teaches us to grasp
that is the game
-
life is hard
still now it's true
how did the first
know what to do
-
Creatures crawl
even worms in wood
hunger speaks
hunger is good
-
Desire is to man
what clouds are to rain
when the time isn't right
one should refrain
-
life gives us gifts
few and far between
when one receives a gift
elsewhere harvest are lean
-
passions keep us honest
to want perfection is RAW
don't ignore barriers
kick scratch and claw
-
reach for the fruit
no mater what the cost
sit and ponder too long
the whole thing is lost
-

deo o5

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

The Vamp

She was a virus in his blood
the evil in his dreams
She was poison in his drink
garbage in his stream

She was a tumor in his brain
the lonely in a crowd
She was a worm in his wood
blood on his shroud
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When he needed to be near Her
She sold him on a dream
She was all he ever wanted
but never what She seemed

he ran all day to be with her
and share with her his views
She listened, laughed and destroyed him
now She is his muse

He was young and beautiful
pure of will and light
She was black and seduced him
with her power and her might

He wanted to be her everything
her lover in the night
her black heart spit at him
in a vision late one night

first She smiled, and he laughed
that's when She started,
her eyes rolled up,
her lips pulled back
and then the red seas parted

When She left late that night
his nipples red and raw
in his heart... Could it be true?
Yes! He wanted more!!

Wasn't her personality
wasn't her big black eyes
was not even that secret place
tucked between her thighs

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


She was a virus in his blood
the evil in his dreams
She was poison in his drink
garbage in his stream

She was a tumor in his brain
the lonely in a crowd
She was a worm in his wood
blood on his shroud

"Deo94"

A poem for hope

Bright, the light is so beautiful
barely I see through
Thin the Vail -bright' shines through

How can longing ring so bright
and be obscured by the view

If your heart was whole
If your view was clear

Only if time had my favor
would I have your ear

When I'm in your sight
I feel like a child again

I feel like I've found
some long lost friend

so easy to speak to talk
thoughts flow and flee
You give my brow beaded sweat
and then you set me free

time stand still!
set me loose
let me escape your iron grip.

let me have this moment

alone

let sail my ship.

strand me on an island
only her and me

only hope and 1,000 years
is all I ask of you

Let me be lost in her
her eyes
her lips
her mind
let me have what I need
to reveal to her
my kind

for she's never seen the likes of me..

hope never has to doubt me ...
for I keep my promises

deo'05'

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Go TO SCHOOL homeboy!!!

In this world you can play ball in a park - but studies are neglected...
You can't play ball all your life, or you can learn till the day you die..

Start spending time reading a book - and not a top 10...
Learn a language, study a computer program

SPEND TIME DOING SOMETHING THAT WILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING BACK!!!!

BECAUSE WE ARE ALL CONTAINERS FOR WHAT WE SPEND OUR TIME DOING...

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