cheater.

how can i be mad?
when your mistress...
is a pen.


...sigh

Truthfully Speaking

I don't want to be trite and say you are too good to be true
In fact that's not true......
I say you are so good that you must be true
True to yourself...
True to love...
True to you heart...
True to me.
I say I deserve what is good so it must be the truth....

Luvvie LOVES BET!

LOVES

I am going to leave that microphone looking, broccoli coiffed, Lilliputian alone, that is my sho' nuff buddy! In fact she doesn't love BET, but she does love my BET poem, so here goes, and everyone have a :

MURRAY CRIMMUS!!!!!!!!!!!!


"B to the E to the T...."

Okay, ya'll I am tired....

I like black,

I like entertainment,

and I even like television,

but somehow these put together has gone awry.....

I am so tired of the Barrage of Elicit Trash; Beaming Endlessly Through the television set.

Proclaiming rappers and Bare Empty Titillating models as heroes.

I am so tired of youth being Blinded at Every Turn, wool pulled over their eyes

While the wolf in sheep's clothing called BET draws them in

Hellfire is coming through the airwaves...

and day after day they Breathe Embers of Treachery

Don't you know our Babies Emulate This Trash!

Programming our youth to get those Bare Empty Trappings of unattainable riches by any means necessary.

Beautiful queens selling their souls for Bling, Excess, and Trinkets

Teaching our young men to Berate, Endanger, and Terrorize women

Portraying us as Bitches and Evil Thugs...

Yeah you and I should know better than to buy into it,

But yet we still sit and watch the BET awards,

And what is our reward as a people... Bondage, Entrapment, and Tears.......

This is a Brilliant Eradication Tactic that we are falling for hook line and sinker

Why not offer our youth Belief , Empowerment , and Truth

Instead of Broadcasting Egotistical Talentless pseudo-artists

Who Boldly Exclaim Tasteless and offensive lyrics from the rooftops,

And guess who is listening and paying to do it.......... Us!

Paying with our lives.....

BET or television for that matter, is not your Babysitter, Educator, or Therapist.....

It does more harm to us than the Bigots, Extremists, and Terrorists could ever do......

I need a new BET of thought:

Building, Edifcation, and Transformation

Brainstorming, Enlightening, and Training

Beauty, Energy, and Togetherness

Brigdebuilding, Equality, and Tolerance



So I am going to end my Bold Edgy Tirade with this:

Beware of the Enemy Taking over.....BET

-Naturally Alise - 2006

Luvvie ain't no thug...

Luvvie, member of my ePosse (which is actually 4 members not 3, but until Zee gets a blog she is on ePosse probabtion) whall be put on blast (and for the rest of the week). Luvvie has delusions of grandeur that she is some sort of thug being, au contraire mon frere is what I say.....

me: me and pbg been picking on u today
luvvie20: why?
where?
who?
what?
me: talmbout u aint no thug
she said u dont have beef, u have tofu
luvvie20: hahahahaha
i hate that i love her
me: and i called you a Jive Tofurkey
:)
luvvie20: lmao
hater ass hater
me: its funny though
lol
i am not a hater, I'm a strong disliker
luvvie20: a severe abhorer
me: i an abhorer
luvvie20: hahaha
get out my head
me: all my favorite bloggers posted today and i havent had time to read
boooooooooo
luvvie20: i aint posted
:-p
welll i jus did
i stand by the jacquard one
me: i am on the verge of quitting u
luvvie20: lol why u tryna quit me?
me: you are on probationary quit period
luvvie20: what i do??
me: iono
just sounded fun to say
luvvie20: lol
heffa

Luvvie is evil and must be stopped...

vs.

The ePosse consists of me, Luvvie & The PBG. Here is a peak in on our daily n0nsense:

This is what I have to go through everyday with the Ig One known as Luvvie.... But today I had the upper hand. Here is our daily hair battle!





Luvvie : well crunchy fro wishes r too
Alise: u were the first to wish a cruchy fro on me for the record
Luvvie : was i???
Alise: i got the recipts
Luvvie : i dont believe u
Luvvie : summon ur peeps
Luvvie : lol show me the receipts!
Alise: see my nerdy ass will really go find it too, lol
Alise: i shall not appease you ol' sandpaper fro essence
Luvvie : ol cacti follicled self
Alise: Tumbleweed Torrid Tresses
Alise: Calcified Coif
Luvvie : lmao!!!
Alise: and my requisite insult: Straw Hairhat
Luvvie : lol
Luvvie : dumb
Luvvie : i was gon call u arid hairhat

Tagged by the weirdo Luvvie...

Ok. well the baby aged and fisted Luvvie, member of my ePosse (PBG is the third) tagged me, so here goes nuffin':

Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.

1. I have a book. That is not weird or random, but I think you should check it out, it is only $10 and all the cool kids AND Luvvie are buying and reading it, check the link at the top right hand corner of the page or below:

Alise's poetry collection, "Alise in Wonderland", is now available online for purchase, click (this link) or the 'Add to Cart' button to purchase. Thanks, and happy reading!

2. I abhor Ranch Dressing (which almost got me kicked out of the ePosse), it is scary @ me, even the smell of it makes me naseous. This also includes Cool Ranch Doritos, ick.


3. I eat an inordinate amount of cereal. I eat it everyday, usually not for breakfast. All types of Cheerios make my heart smile.



4. I own all the seasons of Seinfeld on DVD (I love Seinfeld and Wu Tang Clan, go figure, lol)


5. I am addicted to Madden & Sims 2, it is not out of the ordinary for me to skip sleep to play these games.



6. I own a ridiculous amount of eyeshadow, I mentioned on twitter today that I need to add a wing on the house just to store it. Eyeshadow makes the world go round. Speaking of eyeshadow check out me and PBG's favorite beauty blog: Clumps of Mascara. This is my favorite eyeshadow below:


7. I don't like salads, except for green salads, I don't like potato salad, pasta salad, macaroni salad, cole slaw, etc.... why in the paprika hell would I eat this below?:

the final thought.

Well, this is the exciting season finale of "Scary @ Me", enjoy......



scary @ me©*

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
what if my alliterations ain't good enough
will i regret risking rejection
or punish myself for punking out on this poetic process.

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
what if i have to change my style
you know I don't be rhyming
and at times I'm off with my timing
is this poem worth all the climbing
out of my comfort zone?

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
I don't want to look like an oxymoron
because at times I am clearly misunderstood
and then things can get pretty ugly...

can you hand me your heart a pen?


i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
what if i get a preposition that i can't refuse
in my heart
opposite my head
beside my pride
outside my control.....


i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
i don't want to crash
or get caught speeding
or change lanes too fast
and have my creative license revoked

but i think
i wanna write a love blog
but i am afraid
what if no one reads it
and doesn't subscribe to my feelings
and makes no comments
after i put my heart into it
...sigh.

**??shrug??**

It's coming together: scary @ me (3):

I told y'all I write in fragments, well this little piece has been so fun to write and I keep adding to it, so this is what I've got so far, enjoy, tell me what ya think


scary @ me©*

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
what if my alliterations ain't good enough
will i regret risking rejection
or punish myself for punking out on this poetic process.

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
what if i have to change my style
you know I don't be rhyming
and at times I'm off with my timing
is this poem worth all the climbing
out of my comfort zone?

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
I don't want to look like an oxymoron
because at times I am clearly misunderstood
and then things can get pretty ugly...

can you hand me your heart a pen?


i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
what if i get a preposition that i can't refuse
in my heart
opposite my head
beside my pride
outside my control.....


i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
i don't want to crash
or get caught speeding
or change lanes too fast
and have my creative license revoked

scary @ me, continued (2)

to keep the scary @ me poem going:

i wanna write a love poem

but i am afraid

what if i get a preposition that i can't refuse

in my heart

opposite my head

beside my pride

outside my control.....

smile.

i forgot
how easily
you make me smile

well actually it ain't easy
you just.
have the inside track

thanks, no really, thanks.

my fave...

Dear World,
Stop sleeping on Jean Grae.

Thanks,
NatAl...


This chick is just so sick:

My Crew - Jean Grae

scary @ me©

scary @ me©*

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
what if my alliterations ain't good enough
will i regret risking rejection
or punish myself for punking out on this poetic process.

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
what if i have to change my style
you know I don't be rhyming
and at times I'm off with my timing
is this poem worth all the climbing
out of my comfort zone?

i wanna write a love poem
but i am afraid
I don't want to look like an oxymoron
because at times I am clearly misunderstood
and then things can get pretty ugly...

can you hand me your heart a pen?

*scary @ me: a term coined by my e-sister PBG meaning I am scared of ________.

nikki be speaking to me...

This poem accurately describes how I am feeling. Thanks, Nikki G.

CHOICES, by Nikki Giovanni

If i can't do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don't want
to do

It's not the same thing
but it's the best i can
do

If i can't have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i've got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want

Since i can't go
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs point
through always understanding
parallel movement
isn't lateral

When i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal

I know
but that's why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry

find a way.

compass, check.
map, check.
gps, check.
still lost.
good thing,
my travel companion
is used to roaming.




Y'all, I swear I am the most scatterbrained individual I know when it comes to my life outside of work. I think I just have too many thoughts running around in my head, and once it is quitting time they explode. I wish it exploded more like fireworks, all pretty and colorful, instead of an abandoned building being demolished. Well, at least after demolition you can rebuild, so there is hope for me after all.

peace.
naturally alise

heavy...

I'm a little sad.
I'm a little happy.
and mixed emotions weigh more.
than the sum of their parts.
so right now.
don't tell me.
to lighten up.

distracted...

I often write fragments of poems, and go back at a later date and combine those pieces to make them into what I hope will be masterpieces. It is my creative process and it seems to work for me, so occasionally I will share my fragments, here is one I wrote just a second ago:

i admire your focus
it allows me to be:
your beautiful distraction.

F*ck Poets

I first posted this blog as a guest blog in October on Luvvie's Random Rants (Hey e-sis!) I wanted to share it with my readership as well.... here goes:


So check it, I am a poet/spoken word artist. I actually love the scene and have met some wonderful creative folks that are like family to me….. BUT, I have met some that are a tad bit annoying as well. I will break down folks down real quick for ya followed by a poem just for them! (I’m charitable and sh*t)

"Roses are red, There's a Conspiracy against the blue..."

· The Everything is Deep Cats: These artists will make everything deep, I am not talking about the conspiracy theorists/pseudo revolutionaries (I’ll get to them later). I am talking about the ones who get on stage and yammer on for 15 minutes about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Boo, boo, boo yo’ ass.

· The Pseudo Intellectuals: These are the artists that frown down on anyone that does not speak the King’s English at all times and use “big-words”, even though their grasp of the English language is quite suspect on some Jesse Jackson type of word creation. I want to give them the CeCe Penniston “Keep on Walking” deuces.

· PT Venues: This is an acronym coined by a poet friend of mine, meaning “Poet Time”. It is kind of like CP Time but infinitely worse. Nuff said.

· Judgemental Artists: Ain’t that a borderline oxymoron for ya. It amazes me how someone can be so “enlightened” and “free-spirited” but have the nerve to be close-minded and bigoted. But every poem they perform is about brotherhood and togetherness, blah, blah, blah. Hypocrites make me gag.

· Conspiracy “Theorists” – I put theorist in quotes because a theory is: ‘A coherent statement or set of statements that attempts to explain observed phenomena.’. And these “theorists” are not coherent by any means. I want to break this to them: Everything is not a grand scheme by the Man intended to hold Black folks down. That is a PSA, but of course they will “theorize” that I am a part of the oppressor’s master plan. Can’t win with them.

Here is my ode to the aforementioned:

F*ck Poets

F*ck poets!
...and not the way they would like me to
even though if I did, they'd pen a rhyme that is a metaphor for life about my g-spot
put my business in the street with perfect meter and rhyme scheme
never can let something just be..... what it is
find deep meaning in mash potatoes and gravy,
with whom conspiracy theory is the school of thought at all times
and if you don't concur, then step.
yeah, F*ck poets.

F*ck poets!
...and not the way they’d like me to
even though if I did, they'd frown on my screams and moans
not profound enough, oh shit can't describe what they are putting down
they would rather hear me say: passionate pulsation producing perspiration, plotting for your precious prize,
it's so good is not good enough
uh huh, F*ck poets

F*ck poets!
...and not the way that they'd like me to
even though they'd miss out anyway
they 're on poet time and the show will never start on schedule
tardy is their preferred time of day
where 10 minutes late is on time, and early is a 1 hour delay
and you'll never get your name on my open mic or (legs) list.
that's right I said it, F*ck poets

F*ck poets….
And not the way that they’d like me to
Even though if I did they would prematurely ejaculate their opinion on …ummmm… well, everything
Stroke their own egos and agendas.
Making it rain all over my belief parade before my float makes it one block
And force me to shout “Judge Deez.!”
Yup. F*ck poets.

F*ck poets!
And not the what that they’d like me to
Even though if I did they’d swear it was so good that it has to be a conspiracy
That my womanly parts are a set up by the man
Put in Black America to distract and lead revolutionaries astray
Well, I can kinda see that one.
I digress, but still, F*ck poets!

-Naturally Alise, 2008

just because...

*wink*

I swear when you spoke you sparked such a pyrotechnic display of smoldering sultriness, that I couldn't help but sweat you...
-Naturally Alise, (click here to read or hear entire poem)

Elliot Axiom

haiku

revelation haiku

u asked a question
i lied about who i am
answer: i don't know

le sigh...

miss u ?
Lost in a labyrinth of lonely.
and.
Longing to linger and loiter in your laughter again.
At times you may feel my emotional lexicon is lacking
and.
I am tired of trying to total these thoughts:
..... with the miniscule mouthing of "miss you"

exceptional moths

So me and Nikki G. was hanging out (in my mind) last night, and I wrote this poem to someone who needs to read it even though it is weird and random, but they'll understand it, and she read me a poem of hers that I dig, and then I woke up.

what is good for you
ain't... always good for you
but it don't mean you shouldn't have it
what you need
aint... always needed
but you can want it anyways
what you say
aint always what you mean
but it doesn't mean don't say it
but..
well..
we'll figure it all out, ok?


“Poem (for Ema)”
Nikki Giovanni

though i do wonder
why you intrigue me
i recognize that an exceptional moth
is always drawn
to an exceptional flame

you’re not at all what you appear
to be
though not so very different

i've not learned
the acceptable way of saying
you fascinate me
i’ve not even learned
how to say i like you
without frightening people
away

sometimes i see things
that aren’t really there
like warmth and kindness
when people are mean
but sometimes i see things
like fear and want to sooth it
or fatigue and want to share it
or love and want to receive it

is that weird
you think everyone is weird
though you’re not really hypocritical
you just practice not being
what you want to be
and fail to understand
how others would dare
to be otherwise
that’s weird to me

flames don’t flicker
forever
and moths are born to be burned

it’s an unusual way
to start a friendship
but nothing lasts forever

us?

i miss you
you misses i
eyes miss you.
i miss the idea of you
the you of you
the me and you.
us.
we.
that is all.

Cuddle Time!

I have seen a lot of people blog about this, but I must have it! What is it? It is a Snuggie. Since I can't get my cuddle on the regular, the Snuggie is the next best thing, dangit! This is also a hint, hint of what I want for Christmas, Kwanzaa, Grandparent's Day, Friday, I don't care. I want all colors so I can Cooooordinate with my Snuggie.

(http://getsnuggie.com)

Forgiveness....

I have been doing some self discovery as of late, maybe because 30 is slowly creeping or maybe because I am crazy. Probably a combination of the two. One of the things I discovered about myself is that I am a grudge-holder. Yet, I don't mean grudges against other people. I hold grudges against myself, or should I say my former self. I have thought and done some things in my life that I can not forgive myself for. I know that I am different now with higher expectations for myself, but still I can't forgive. I have forgiven all the people who have hurt me emotionally and physically though the years, but not me. People always teach you to forgive others, but how do you forgive yourself?

My People: Thank You!

In this holiday season, I am thankful for the people in my life. Thankful for my family (even the trifling ones), happy for old friends (Hey Tiha, Renee, and Curly!), new friends (PBG & Luvvie, and many more), my honey, and all those in between. I am thankful for the laughs and hugs that have gotten me through the HARDEST year of my life, a year when I almost lost this life. Thank you all.

Common - The People
by commonofficial

Sugary Ho-sh*t

Since ho-sh*t and Erykah Badu have been a running theme as of late, I'll keep the party going with a lovely live Erykah performance of "Honey" and a haiku entitled "Can't Wait Til' You Get Back to NC" (The title is longer than the damn haiku, but I dont'care, dis here my juke joint blog.)



missing my honey
has me thinking of ho-sh*t
and it isn't sweet

And Nikki says...

What is love? People try to define it, or doubt or ridicule whether others are really "in it". Well, Nikki (that's what I call her, we have an imaginary friendship in my head, don't judge me...) described love, what is love to you?

Love Is

Some people forget that love is
tucking you in and kissing you
"Good night"
no matter how young or old you are

Some people don't remember that
love is
listening and laughing and asking
questions
no matter what your age


Few recognize that love is
commitment, responsibility
no fun at all
unless


Love is
You and me


-Nikki Giovanni

Ho-Sh*t

The following poem used to get so much crowd love at open mics. And after a super extra special IM convo with my e-sistas Luvvie, Overit, and PBG last night about various types of "ho-sh*t", I thought it was inappropriate.... (By the way I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life talking to those fooltastic negresses) Here ya go:


"Committed……."

You probably think I ought be committed for not wanting commitment;

Commitment to a partner

Commitment to an objective

Even commitment to this poem…

* sigh *

I heard love was blind, but I realized my love had double vision

Plagued with astigmatism and indecision…

No depth perception,

Things were closer than they appeared,

And I backed up into conflict before I knew it…

Making innocent victims think they had fallen head over heels

But in reality I just knocked them over on their heads……

Falling crazy in love but they were really schizophrenic in lust,

Buying delusions of trust,

But is it my fault my love has multiple personalities?

And frequent casualties,

Not that I take love casually,

But my free spirit doesn’t move cautiously…..

Is it wrong that sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I feel like 3 or 4?

Sometimes my soul just wants a mate for the night,

Oh but that makes me a whore, right???

NO, on the contrary,

it means I don’t subscribe to this psychosis called monogamy,

Because love is not one dimensional,

And I refuse to try to make it tangible,

Just enjoy what it brings, that is my commitment………

It's a Different World!

"We don't wear hair weaves, we know how to dress........."


To piggyback today's Cubicle Crusaders blog about HBCU's (check it out), I had to put up my favorite "A Different World" episode ever. Skip to 1:15......



Have a lovely day!

Love rain....

I have the "Love Rain" by Jill Scott playing on the music player as you enter the blog, this is the version with Mos Def on it reciting a poem that I think is something kinda awesome.... here it goes:

I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
So then I could really be fly
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a railway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes
She was the sun's painting
She was a deep cognac color
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet
And full for her mouth to hold
I said, "You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics."
I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit
And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky shed all of it's stars like rain
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist
And I would make the heavens your cape
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please"

Gravity.....

This was originally posted August 28, 2007, I wonder what in the world I was going through that day. Your guess is as good as mine!

8/28/07:

Just got a lot on my mind right now...... so I am having random bursts of angry and irritated creativity..... *sigh*

I just can't appreciate the gravity of your problems...
Gravity is about the only thing that should hold you down.
Gratification of the instant variety.....
Is about as satisyfying as grits by the same name.
......Not a great breakfast,
When will you understand there are no fast breaks in life,
Instead you will break real fast....

Pitiful Pictorial of Pain

*Laptop dead (along with a piece of my soul)... le sigh...

*Lonely and missing a certain person more than I thought I would, le sigh...

*Exhausted but cannot sleep, sleeping alone sucks... le sigh...


*Silver lining: Pain/sadness/frustration brings a lot of inspiration for writing and I am taking advantage...

no words.

i am sad.
that is all i can say.
sometimes even poets are at a loss for words.



*Sade, "King of Sorrow"*

Food for thought....

^^^^This video makes me happy^^^^

Please enjoy the poem I penned as well:

Food For Thought...

So you want to know what I can bring to the table
But can your TV tray hold this food for thought?
Because you need to know:
Every word I speak is nourishment…
No empty calories..
No fillers…
No artificial preservatives…
Just organic truth…
You are what you eat…
And I would feed you a helping of insight…
Some complex verbal-hydrates…
To give you the energy to burn off that excess negativity.
And I do give to the needy…
But only the ones that hungry enough to receive it.
My cup runs over with compassion,
But I will offer no pity birthday party cake…..
I don't fill your heart with greasy, grimy thoughtless ramblings…
I take the time to wash what I say…
Let my thoughts cook fully..
And offer you up a gourmet conversation…. Let you digest every course.
I start with some soup to warm your soul…
Then let you savor the meaty knowledge I have to offer.
A little wine and cheese to mellow out your mood,
And a something a little sweet to inspire and lift your spirits…
But of course everything in moderation….
I won't overfeed you with superfluous chatter,
Or stuff you with nonsensical ranting.
In fact I'll give just enough words to fill you up….
Leave a good taste in your mouth,
And you will eagerly anticipate the next meal…
So are you ready to taste my world?

Robots in disguise....

My attitude has been transformed
You see now I am am a realist...
I used to the be the prime example of an optimist
But all of the deception and con artists have left me bitter
So before you call me a pessimist know that there is more to it than meets the eye.....

-Naturally Alise and the Transformers, lol

You Are a Realist

You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass. You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is... But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on. You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.

Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?

Feelin like a purple Smurf

(skip to 2:50 of the video)


Vigilante....

They say revenge is a dish best served cold,

but mine was blazing hot.....

Yeah I was hot!

Hot with:

Anger,

contempt,

frustration!

And I felt bad,

But not how you think:

I felt bad that I didn't feel bad about it!

This time 2 wrongs made it right..... to my ego anyway.

My feelings were impatient

I had no time to wait for karma...... I got places to go.....

I am tired of good people getting hurt,

So I took the law into my own hands.

Just call me an emotional vigilante....




Smurfs- the purple smurfs
by cartoon_playhouse

Shouts to VSB: Hardest.Question.Ever.

Hardest.Question.Ever. - visit Very Smart Brothas where they are talking about favorite love songs....

my answer:

Rain dancing....

When I had been whacked with the woe of wicked writer’s block I got rid of it by writing about it, it seems counter-intuitive, but it worked. Stranger things have happened… enjoy:


Writer’s Block Haiku

(1)
Drought stealing my reign...
Are brainstorms in my forecast?
How about monsoons?

(2)
I have writer's block
It challenged me to dig deep
Pen becomes shovel


(3)
I'm digging, I swear
But dry ground is hard to break
Time for sledgehammers

i wish....

....i was there (NYC) right now.

Nappy thoughts

balance.

Just a thought I had ... not so much a poem, just random thoughts as I evaluated relationships ,blah blah blah..... oh yeah and it is real late at night and I cant sleep...the usual....

The Balancing Act....

insomnia

insomnia is back with a vengeance. grrrrrrrrrr, i can't take this shit...

"Ode to the Judged"

originally posted 2/12/07
This is something I wrote in response to My buddy Tiha's rant about people judging you before you can get 5 damn words out your mouth, so this is for you miss lady and for all those other folks feeling the same way, because I know I damn sure can relate.... ENJOY.....

"Ode to the Judged"

I am tired of your broad generalizations,
Because you are generalizing about a broad you have no idea about.
Your blanket statements regarding me don't keep me warm,
in fact they got me cold,
but don't call me an ice queen,
unless you are referring to how my brilliance is like diamonds.
Don't make opinions about my stand,
unless you sit and listen.
Not hear me, but listen
I will lay out my platform for you,
but only if you hop off that pedastal,
Return the favor,
What I have to say may not be in your favor,
But shit happens, even my favorite people don't agree
Only difference is it is constructive criticism,
Instead of destructive division of squabbling over differences,
Those things that differ add a little color to life,
Realize everything ain't black or white,
it's the gray that keeps it interesting.
So examine my subtle shades and hues,
Before you lump me in with all those other primary colors...

devilish.

«Mes chers frères, n'oubliez jamais, quand vous entendrez vanter le progrès des lumières, que la plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas!» -Baudelaire

translation:

"My dear brothers, never forget, when you hear the progress of enlightenment vaunted, that the devil's best trick is to persuade you that he doesn't exist!"

halloween.... good times, kinda. let's just say it was an interesting evening, i'll tell you guys the story when i get over it, but until then enjoy these pics...

* a voodoo priestess, fidel castro, and the devil walk into a bar....

*speak of the devil and she will appear..... (lookin' for me? HERE I GO (c) mystikal)

* a backshot, classy!

*bff's fo sho...

punctuation.

My partner in (c)hryme asked me one day if her punctuation was correct in a poem. In true Alise snark i wrote her this:

poetry is what YOU make it,
& you can punctuate;
Deez,
how?
(you)
see/fit:
Period.

irritation.

I am irritated today. When I am irritated, mad, disappointed, or sad there are little things I do to calm myself, some of them quirky and some quite normal.

- fixate on one song and play it over and over, that calms me for some odd reason.
- write. write. write some more. and then write a little bit more for good measure.
- rant with my IM Partner in (C)rhyme
- obsessively do crossword/logic/math/jigsaw puzzles, it takes me to another place that is based solely on logic and facts and is devoid of emotions, and since I am a beast at all four of those things it is also devoid of defeat or failure
-watch one of my 3 overwatched memorized movies obsessively (Five Heartbeats, Steel Magnolias, Shawshank Redemption)
- cozy up on the couch with a good book and some good wine (beer works too).

How about you?

crush.

You spoke.
and.
i dined.
on your annunciation
i devoured.
your syllables.
i digested.
your spirit
does that make me?
a cannibal.
a glutton?
for punishment.
or is it?
just a crush.


also check this out:

Thank You Berry Much

PODCAST:

I love the fact that I have so many creative friends. In fact, I have a few friends that I accidentally create chain poems or stories with. (Kinda like me and Tiha with our IM's) I was perusing my super-swollen email inbox and ran across a pretty cool email exchange, I'd like to share it, it is so dang-on cute (JC don't kill me)... please enjoy:

Me:
Buried thinking of berries in my inbox
Sweet nectar waiting to be unearthed from fertile pages
Creative nutrients that joined with lifeless soil to reveal juicy goodness...
(....Brought to you courtesy of the blackberry, red wine, and legal drugs )

Me's Friend:
Cherries sent by blackberries in the middle of the night.
Melting defenses to awaken senses
creating the most fruitful consumption.
Catacombed in the witty characters before dawn,
nocturnal thoughts nurture life after twilight.

Me:
My chocolate kisses envelope strawberries offering a special treat
And playful, silly raspberries invoke smiles and giggles
Temporarily easing the bog of cranberry bitterness of this world that can't be chased away with vodka.... (lol)
(Sent via BlackBerry from SunCom Wireless)

The System

.... feeling a good some kinda way, in the lab writing some new pieces, so for now:

...actually you can disturb if you'd like, I'm nice like that... Happy Friday.

Be's like that sometimes......

Well since I am feeling all musical as of late and what not, guess the theme of the above playlist...... the silly poem from ages ago should help you figure it out rather quickly......... enjoy... *wink*..


Damn, whose deal is it?
I'll See what fortune hands out this go round....
Oh damn it is my bid, naw this time I ain't going ten,
Last time my heart got set, won't do that again.
I'll just sandbag my true emotions and feelings,
Just underbid and underestimate, avoid all these love dealings,
Put my strong face on like I am holding all the trump,
Not let anyone know underneath it all I'm a chump.
Thinking the worst of my partner so I renege to even the score,
But getting caught, putting us back even more.
I am tired of having a good hand of hearts but always getting cut,
Further pushing me into this indifferent rut.....
So I try to see what these night "clubs" do for me,
But damn it seems like I am still coming up empty,
So I try to compensate with diamonds and fine things,
Convincing myself I am happy with these fast hands and flings
So now I am forced to look at myself honestly and call a spade a spade,
Realizing I am not proud of the choices and books I have made.
But instead of dealing with those demons, I talk shit and smack every card,
To hide that I really am damaged and scarred.....
So for right now I'll play some solitaire and just understand,
That If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand........

Intro

Ok this is random as all get out, but I was perusing my boxes of old CD's and came across Intro's first CD. It was the shiznit for real, and right now I am feeling "some kinda way".....that is all...

a few songs are above. a couple of videos below. enjoy.



"Love Thang"


"Let Me Be"

Situationships be damned, part deux

There is light at the end of the tunnel. Trust.

I wrote this piece after being fed up with situationship after situationship (I won’t dignify them with the description of relationship), but I still somehow realized I just have to ‘woman-up’ and work smarter, not harder at finding/attracting/keeping the right one. Life goes on, and love is out there. Word. Is. Bond.

(Untitled)

I like to think of myself as an attentive angel adept at administering and arousing affection

So why do is there a lull in this lovely lady’s love life, what is in me attracting lying, lazy lowlife lames?

So my pitiful past prompts me to protect this precious piece of sanity I possess and prevent potential pain and problems.

But the lonely nights sadly seem to be slowly stealing the sliver of stated sanity…….

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. And day after day, the dilemma drags on: Dreadful dates, drama, damaged-goods, and degenerates, all dancing around my doorstep….

I refuse to settle for rejects, but reality is the real, respectful, relatable, reliable ones are rarely in my reach.

But somehow I muster the manpower to maneuver and make myself available and move past my mistrust and make it happen…

Living my life..... randomness....

Sometimes I get to doubting myself, feeling down:

Sometimes I feel like I'm living my life like it's gold plated
A hot gilded mess
...waiting futilely for an alchemist in shining armor.
but that armor is rusty too.
dang, what to do?

but then i come to my senses:

I throw off all the heavy metal slowing me down
wrap a bright scarf around my head
sport it like a crown
and let my platinum personality shine thru....
what was i thinking?

"B to the E to the T...."

originally posted 11-10-06
This piece I wrote I think needs no introduction, so Brethren Enjoy This... give me some feedback

"B to the E to the T...."

Okay, ya'll I am tired....
I like black,
I like entertainment,
and I even like television,
but somehow these put together has gone awry.....
I am so tired of the Barrage of Elicit Trash; Beaming Endlessly Through the television set.
Proclaiming rappers and Bare Empty Titillating models as heroes.
I am so tired of youth being Blinded at Every Turn, wool pulled over their eyes
While the wolf in sheep's clothing called BET draws them in
Hellfire is coming through the airwaves...
and day after day they Breathe Embers of Treachery
Don't you know our Babies Emulate This Trash!
Programming our youth to get those Bare Empty Trappings of unattainable riches by any means necessary.
Beautiful queens selling their souls for Bling, Excess, and Trinkets
Teaching our young men to Berate, Endanger, and Terrorize women
Portraying us as Bitches and Evil Thugs...
Yeah you and I should know better than to buy into it,
But yet we still sit and watch the BET awards,
And what is our reward as a people... Bondage, Entrapment, and Tears.......
This is a Brilliant Eradication Tactic that we are falling for hook line and sinker
Why not offer our youth Belief , Empowerment , and Truth
Instead of Broadcasting Egotistical Talentless pseudo-artists
Who Boldly Exclaim Tasteless and offensive lyrics from the rooftops,
And guess who is listening and paying to do it.......... Us!
Paying with our lives.....
BET or television for that matter, is not your Babysitter, Educator, or Therapist.....
It does more harm to us than the Bigots, Extremists, and Terrorists could ever do......
I need a new BET of thought:
Building, Edifcation, and Transformation
Brainstorming, Enlightening, and Training
Beauty, Energy, and Togetherness
Brigdebuilding, Equality, and Tolerance

So I am going to end my Bold Edgy Tirade with this:
Beware of the Enemy Taking over.....BET
-Miss Alise - 2006

Don't even begin to try and judge me........

originally posted 9/17/06:

This is my ever evolving poem about who..... ME!..... Everyday I add to it, so I'll let y'all see the journey. I wrote this to let people know who I really am instead of immediately assuming they know me from a first impression, give a sista a chance,dannnnnnnnnnng..... So I hope you guys enjoy, like I said it ain't even done yet, but here it goes:

Judgement
I think I'm ready to let you see the real me,
Unedited, live in stereo, the shit I never wanted anyone to see
Far from a simple woman, but really not too complex,
I just try to live in the moment, who knows what's next,
So let me set the record straight
I am tired of being misunderstood......

You may think I am a slacker, bullshitter, regretter
I swear I want to be a go-getter,
Once i figure what I want to go get
I am sure there are great things to which I aspire
But constant indecision constantly puts out my fire
Past demons scare away the potential I hold,
I am holding a full house, but still I fold...
...and bend and hold back
But yet you judge me, not realizing I too am mourning bad decisions I can never get back.
You see my Boardwalk dreams get lost somewhere in this Baltic Ave. reality
But I always stop myself and realize I can't pass go with this mentality...

I know you want to know what lies behind this smile,
It's no front, but this countenance keeps me going in this world so vile.
There is therapy in my every grimace, smirk, and grin,
My silliness is complex, it is the patch when my happiness wears thin...
The comedy comes from pain,
Laughter stops my soul's rain.....
So know I am no clown here for your amusement,
In fact I'm your patient and you heal me with every chuckle spent...

I'm not a flirt and I will tell you why,
I prefer you call me a social butterfly,
I am not craving attention,
I just feed off of human connection.
It brings me joy to make someone feel they are the only person in the room,
But when I project that energy, people always assume...
That I have ulterior motives, tricks up my sleeve
But my world will not be ruled by what others perceive
I will not allow anyone to clip my free spirit's wings,
My voice will not be caged , it needs no one's permission to sing.

The Dictionary is our Kama Sutra...

my "favoritest" poem ever, ever, ever, ever, ever... hope you good glittery folks feel the same.... also a grautitous alise pictue.... because it's my blog and i can do that, lol...

Please refer to me as a sexy nerd....
Attracted to the utterances of the likeminded .....
I am enchanted by creative expression
... simply said words turn me on...
The foreplay of your witty banter nibbles on my ears...
Arousing me with adjectives
.....seducing with syllables,
Don't get me wrong: I do enjoy the emotions in your hearts ocean,
but best believe the size of your word power matters...
You penetrate me intellectually ,
And my mind wraps around you.
Expressing yourself in postions I never imagined.
The dictionary is our kama sutra.
Poetry is our candlelight.
You illuminate the deepest caverns of my mind.
Conversation is our bedroom .....
I am not intimidated by intelligence,
In fact I want to be immersed in it,
Inundated until I explode....
I scream out analogies and idioms...
I pulsate with multiple eargasms
And after you cuddle me new concepts...
Lighlty stroke my face with similies
Protecting me in the arms of your prose...
And we slowly slip into a smalltalk slumber
----Naturally Alise, 2006

What do you want, Alise? Lots of glitter!

...and a pink unicorn

I am extra hyper and random today. (and most days) I wish my life was like a Broadway musical. Then I could just break out into random song about anything. There would be 5 dance numbers a day.... minimum! Think of all the fun, glitter, feather boas, head pieces, fabulous wigs, sequins, and excessive eye makeup that would ensue. Wouldn't that be the sh*t???!!!! Right, wouldn't it? *looking around*..... Well forget y'all , don't judge me.....I ain't crazy, I'm just bored, ready for something new that's all, and if I don't ask for it then I definitely won't get it ,now will I?

Be careful of what you don't ask for…
You might not get it..
Closed mouths don't get fed
(Commonly true with minds as well)
Though I am very literate and quite the bookworm,
I still cannot read your mind.
So say what you mean…
Mean what you say…
Backbones are pretty cheap these days,
…….even with inflation and all.

Testify your feelings
No more emotional perjury,
Aren’t you tired of your spirit going to repression’s prison.
Well, I offer you this pardon…..

creative expression.

Spring Cleaning in Autumn

This is an old blog from myspace written on Thursday, September 27, 2007, and it is ringing true once again:

Spring Cleaning in Autumn....
Current mood: determined
Category: Writing and Poetry

More of a rant than a poem... well damn now that I think of it, they can be one in the same.... just doing a little spring cleaning in autumn.......
**(And I really am listening to Dwele, specifically the song "The Truth")**


(Untitled)
I was dirtied by the muck and mire of dirty souls…
Who slung mud on my happiness.
But a little self realization and ….
Oh forget the poetic shit!
I woke the hell up and realized I was worth more
I picked up a sponge and some bleach
Put in a little elbow grease, and wiped the slate clean
Spruced up this canvass so I could put the true vison on display.
Painted a new portrait
Put forth a new image,
I realized if I was gonna get the best
… I had to be the best

Missing Person Alert

Please pass along.
The Comebackgirl blogged:

Fellow bloggers have banded together this weekend to intend a safe and quick return of Michelle’ Orphalee McMullen sister to one of our fellow posters and blog friends, Akua. Akua and her family remain in our prayers.