Write to this: November 17th

[Spoken Deity]

I was gonna put this up last week... ma bad!

[Jon]

She's on Fire!

The devil wears prada -
atomic lips are cancerous.
She warms up my heart,
giving me a bubbly feeling.
Mysterious, but serious,
I look into dark eyes blindly.
That bright smile lights my day,
the crispness of her tongue,
so cold I got a cough...
Her love out sings local churches,
andaconda's want her hugs.
The perfect girl, gets my vote -
guess she's my first lady.
She's the best, so hot &
warm, its safe to say
she's on fire.
So I won't put her out..

[Ebolorama]

Your welcome for the picture buddy...

twisted streets and detours
parallel eight lane highways
through
never seen hillsides
tunnels crossing,
graffiti skies
below the blue waters,
empty stadiums,
intercoms blasting reggae,
i never heard it coming ,
in the airport carnival big top
announcing my arrival,
your disembodied voice clear
even over scratchy
busted tweeters
and the din of buzzing insects
not the place or space
i thought
we would come together again
and i only saw you
in your new disguise
as someone i never
ever really knew
and maybe
never really saw.

[Cody Nash]

She Is Woman.




She is woman...
they are the creators of the heart -
while they themselves are art
in every sense of the word.
the smell of ones burn...
may still leave an ashy scent
on the charred man that she's hurt.
you may hear one leave -
as the door slams
right after her firey screams.
and she always feels so sweet...
tasting as exquisite as she looks.


but this one inparticular...
she's something special,
her flame never ceases to amaze -
as an audience is phased by
every move that she makes...
like...
every single vibe you recieve
is so new, full of release...
yet all that she seems -
seems only too good to be...
true?
well, it can't be false...
because after all...
she is woman.

and as you can see,
I am the new flame in her life,
but what this picture signify's -
is that in one single stride,
one pop of the bubble...
I can fall at any time.



She is woman.

[Spoken]

She Knows Nothing...
.
.
.
...Could fuel the fire,
that burns inside.
A desire to my heart,
but a jagged dagger to my soul.
She fuels energy that is gifted,
for some reasons though...
... i still feel lost in "The space of nothing"
My eyes water down,
a river that shows emotion.
Though your hands grasp for a grip,
your breath gasps for air...
...Then i slip
-Out of your fingers again
Derailed on my way out...
...Guess im stuck here with pain.
She is my over shadow that can't be seen,
only anguish and tears flicker...
... little speckles of my heart.
-Slowly burn to ashes
Blindly traveling with the wind,
with each passing day...
... she re-fuels my love by blowing,
fire of my atmosphere.
-into the nothing she knows