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'730 IMAN CORLEONE'

FRIEND MINUS R EQUALS FIEND...WHICH 1 R U

About Me


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I WISH MY SOUL COULD OPENLY EXPRESS WHAT I FEEL I WISH MY HEART COULD TELL THE STORIES OF ITS GOOD AND BAD PAINS I WISH MY EYES COULD SPEAK OF THINGS THEY'VE SEEN I WISH MY SKIN COULD DESCRIBE THE TOUCHES ITS FELT, BOTH EARTH SHATTERING PLEASURE AND IMMENSE PAIN I WISH I WERE ABLE TO LOVE, AND TO BE LOVED TO GIVE AND GET IN RETURN TO UNDERSTAND AND TO BE UNDERSTOOD INSTEAD I AM JUDGED, AND LED ASTRAY BY FALSE PROMISES, BROKEN HEARTS AND FAILED DREAMS YET I AM ABLE TO SPEAK OF THESE EXPERIENCES THROUGH WORD OF MOUTH BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY I HAVE THE MOST IMPORTANT TOOL, THE PEN I HOLD IN MY HAND FOR IT HAS BROUGHT DOWN NATIONS AND PROMOTED UNDERCLASSMEN I WISH THAT I COULD TELL MY STORY...NOW I CAN FOR I SHALL WRITE IT ON THE BLANK PAGES AND TELL THE WORLD ... I AM HERE
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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul....(taking responsibility for ones destiny)

My Interests


| View Show | Create Your OwnWell as I sit in this cold, damp, dirty, fowl smelling rat infested subway station. Right underneath that cold, damp, dirty, fowl looking rat infested housing project they call...Marcy Son! I find myself engaging in deep, passionate, uplifting clear & carefree thoughts of... Ghetto Hmmmm, How does that sound...Clear carefree thoughts of Ghetto... Ina week I've caught a gleams of what I always thought I wanted but didn't try to find. And never did I think I'd find... Ghetto. So thoughtful & thought provoking, fresh & new, young & wise. With looks so sweet 2 give a cavity 2 a toothless some1. A smile so bright that even the eyes of a blind will see a twinkle of light. A tone of voice that can Quiet this wildchild in a fit of rage. With a touch so soft & foreign as a snowflake brushing your cheek on a hot steamy summer day..... Cough up a lung, where I'm from Marcy Son, ain't nothin nice.. Ms. OralFixation

I'd like to meet:


| View Show | Create Your Own1 of my biggest fears is that the words I've spoken 2day will go unheard. That they will fall apon deaf ears. But that those same words will take effect & have great meaning long after I'm gone. That those I've spoken those words 2 won't realize the truth & humbleness that I had when I spoke those words 2 them. That @ that moment when my words truly have meaning I Cynthia will not. When @ that point my words will be history such as I will be history. My mind goes 2 a place that even I don't understand. & my heart sinks 2 a place deep within. My body goes numb & I spit them out. I think it, I feel it, I speak it.... Now open up your heart and hear it. Hear those words now before I'm gone & can't speak them to you.... Now I drop the mic & walk off stageMs. OralFixation

Music:

The Dance... Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the Dance of the creator. Dancers come & go in the twinkling of an eye but the Dance lives on. On many occasion when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I've felt my spirit soar & become one with everything that exists... I become the Stars & the Moon. I become the Lover & the Beloved. I become the Victor & the Vanquished. I become the Master & the Slave. I become the Singer & the Song. I becomethe Knower & the Known. I keep dancing then it is the enternal Dance of creation. The Creator & the Creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing... and dancing...and dancing, until there is only...THE DANCE

Movies:

These people right here are far more entertaining than any movie I've ever seen. I love them...and I miss them...

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Television:

This one...That one...Each one is God's Gift to the world. We are...They are...Each one is God's Gift to the world There are no extra people in a mansion or a ghetto from where you start your journey Anywhere you go... So look across the ocean See those on distant corners Look in their eyes long enough & you will know This one...That one...Each one is God's Gift to the worldAnd all the lonely people... 1st ones & the last ones All the great & small one's The one's that win & lose And all of the remembered And even the forgotten To every single nation I believe these words are true for me & you...We are...They are...Each one is God's Gift to the world

Books:

Beating The Streets...Stocks Bonds & Mutual Funds By:Petter Lynch

Heroes:

I am a mountain I am a tall tree Oh I am the swift wind Sweepin the country I am a river Down in the valley Oh I am a vision And I can see clearly If anybody asks you who I am Just stand up tall Look 'em in the face and say I'm that star up in the sky I'm that mountain peak up high Hey I made it I'm the world's greatest And I'm that little bit of hope When my back's against the ropes I can feel it I'm the world's greatestI have but only one hero.She gave me life and that's good enough for me!!!!Mommy I Love You,You rasied me to be an individual expression of myself. And that's who I am today. Thank you so much for letting me be me.

My Blog

Not That Serious ...

Myspace... Wait... my friends & family, ya'll know I love you all. I mean my real family & my real friends . You know how we do. But for some reason the rest of the world is buggin. Everyone that know...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 09:19:00 PST

KILL YOSELF

..>..> ..> I run this shit... They just chase my ass I ain't talkin shit nigga... just tellin the facts U can bump ur gum... U can say what U want thats all u gon do cuz u niggas is punks  I'm...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 08:32:00 PST

Old School Music

Myspace, by now you all know  that I never do anything without  a reason. This morning while riding to work pieces of a song popped into my head. It was a song that I recall hearing oft...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 09:17:00 PST

The Wasted Years

The Wasted Years I saw you on the street Just the other day That's why I turned around And walked the other way The last person I want to see Is deffinitely you Pleasant memories Well, ...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Sat, 05 May 2007 07:31:00 PST

God's Reply...

Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black? I made you in the color of coal from which beautiful diamonds are formed... I made you in the color of oil, the black gold which keeps people warm. ...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 05:06:00 PST

Why Did You Make Me Black Lord

..> This is deep, so take your time. Why Did You Make Me Black Lord ... Lord...Why did you make me black? Why did you make someone the world would hold back? Black is the color of dirty clothes, of ...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 07:44:00 PST

History In The Making

History is more than a memory,It's a movement, an act by certain individuals,Who have found the ability to make time stand still.Whether they be young or old, the brave and the bold,Who aren't afraid ...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 04:29:00 PST

If Your Love Cannot Be Moved

You can't say we shall and not fight through hell You can't say we will and not dare to deal You can't shout out peace and then vanish in the crowd You can't ride the storm without some effect You can...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 07:41:00 PST

Perish

At the 2nd hour on this the 16th day of the 10th month in the year 2005 the being that you think you know shall perish. As I soak my body for the last time not sure of the temp I feel comforted by the...
Posted by '730 IMAN CORLEONE' on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 11:00:00 PST