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Skinziben

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About Me

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Some people think I'm crazy for the things I believe in, but I'm a person who believes in things I can see. I've seen plenty, you either understand or don't. So if you think I'm a freak, that's ok. You're right. Don't be scared.

My Interests

Making music, writing short horror stories and poetry, comic books, Metaphysics and philosophy, cooking, reading Tarot cards and trying to understand how to communicate with spirits better.

I'd like to meet:

Somebody with something exciting to say, somebody who wont judge me based on the things I like and the things I do. Somebody who wont think something is one way when it is distinctly another. Intellectuals with a passion for writing, reading, and common abstract thinking. If you love coffee or a nice cup of tea, that's a major plus.<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOT EwMzEwMDQzNTkmcHQ9MTE5MTAzMTAwODE2MyZwPTExOTMxJmQ9Jm49.jpg&q uot; /

Music:

Shadowlands - Joe and I were unexpecting teens, our goals were money, women, and the pursuit of respect amongst our peers. In our neighborhood of humble Poughkeepsie, New York we were two out of the maybe twenty white people. Not a big deal except the fact that we could rhyme. We decided on meeting one another that we had to make a bond to fight off the nay sayers in battle cyphers, that bond was called Shadowlands. It used to be just a name of a crew, but it became more. It turns out that there are a couple things that intertwine our personal ideas into Shadowlands. First, it was made known to me in studying that the Shadowlands is what the Native Americans call the afterlife, something I'm infatuated with. We had a discussion about what the afterlife would be for us and actually spent all night with some coffee discussing our lives and came to the conclusion that they would put us in a sort of purgatory like we had been our whole lives. We had decided we had always been in the Shadowlands our entire life. From there we go to Peter Straub, a great horror/suspense writer. He wrote a book, yup, Shadowlands. This was a little different, but it still fit us. It was a story about wizards and their ascension in to greatness and the troubles getting there. We adopted some pieces of the book into our philosophy about where we were. We also adopted ideas form other places for rhyme styles that we practiced and perfected. I'm not at liberty to discuss these styles, but they were always effective. As we started to grow in numbers, we decided we had to break up the ranks. There was the assassins guild, the thieves guild, and the golden chamber. Some of that sound familiar? Yeah, Gambit from the X-men. The assassins guild were the emcees cause they always murdered their opposition. The thieves guild were th Djs and producers cause they always lifted musical pieces to make a different whole musical piece. The golden chamber was all of the vocalists we had. It turned into more than music after time, it became something we all believed in, and most of us even have the tattoo. Maybe one day you will hear our stuff, first we have to do it. Thanks for your time, I am humbled. Stay illuminated

Movies:

Comic movies, Bloody horror movies that actually might have a plot somewhere, Robin Williams, Robert Deniro, Al Pacino, Tom Hanks.

Television:

Is it worth it anymore to even have cable?

Books:

Lately, autobiographies. A little bit of spiritual stuff, a little bit of massage stuff.

Heroes:

My Grandmother, Jean Taber. Who for a long time was my other parent. She showed me a lot of things throughout my life and she stayed strong right up to the end. She left us too early, but left us with incredible memories. My Mother, Jaye Taber. Who showed me strength in the face of adversity. To me, she epitomizes the words strong woman. My Daughter, Gianna Marie. Who proved to me that I am capable of being loved without conditions. Who also proved to me that I am also capable of returning the same kind of love.

My Blog

new song lyrics - Push

Verse 1 - Do you know what you do to me,you set the butterflies free,drives me crazy being next to you,you leave, my heart starts to freeze. I want to reach and touch you,just grab your hand,and say c...
Posted by Skinziben on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 03:47:00 PST

lonliness

Some will say to themselves that they think I'm pathetic, but I have to be honest and honor how I fele about things. I am lonely, straight up. I miss having somebody to enjoy my time with, to laugh wi...
Posted by Skinziben on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 07:32:00 PST

Antsy and feeling held back

Man...life has a way about it that lets you know your place. I wanted to record a rhyme I wrote and maybe record some frrestyle today, but the mic doesn't register sound for some reason. So now I have...
Posted by Skinziben on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 08:51:00 PST

To Kelly

It's all in the things you don't see. There are too many times in my life when I have been horribly blind, now I'm realizing one more. This myspace stuff was new to me, so I just recently added a spec...
Posted by Skinziben on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 09:21:00 PST

Wishful Thinking

I would love to feel this way instead of just writing it.                          &nbs...
Posted by Skinziben on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 07:48:00 PST

Tones

That subtle presence was all she needed sometimes, her passion for life disappeared the day he left. Mostly, the feeling was lonliness. Unless of course he payed her a quick visit. Flickering light, c...
Posted by Skinziben on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 06:54:00 PST

The last Exit(possible first chapter)

Since I could walk on my own two feet, I have been curious about the contrast between life and death and how we deal with both. Than when I turned nine, I finally had my first taste. My building was t...
Posted by Skinziben on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:35:00 PST

response/add on to a rhyme joe sent me

My shoes are worn/my feet war torn/should have choked on the umbilical/kill myself before I'm born/thoughts never cease/but breath could/am I worth it/things I've done/this life/do I even deserve it/M...
Posted by Skinziben on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 05:31:00 PST

Underwater breathing

one can only wish/breakthroughs and aftershocks/avalanches mentally/causing the soul instability/with me/the world sighs/with the eyes/of a child close/take a breath/not just a doze/minutes prescious/...
Posted by Skinziben on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 11:39:00 PST

Light Beyond the Garden

As the rain beats/my feet can't stay still/ill with the idea/that days will come/where I'll be weak/and not be able to see clear/poison myself on a daily basis/with gifts of man/will power/devoured/I ...
Posted by Skinziben on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 08:13:00 PST