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if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau

poetic skillz is the pearl dat fades if you stop using it.

About Me

i figured it was time to change dis around so let me start with this. poetry is a collective consciousness. revolution is its name. this world is getting continually worse, so ignorance is no longer a game. intelligence is the key to life no matter your definition of sucess but doing the smart thing is the hardest thing, especially when your under stress. im not on myspace to continue any drama that happens out in the real world so i aint beat for the bugs and myspace thugs or gettin a message from a specific girl. so if if come on my page and look around, (if you reading this im talkin to you), don't try to start no stuff cuz avoiding that would be the smart thing to do.I edited my profile at Freeweblayouts.net , check out these Myspace Layouts!

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The only woman for me

everyday that i see you, i just want to say,how i truly feel about you in each and every way.You do so much for me, yet what do i do in return?You have taught me appreciation, yet more i have to learn...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 09:17:00 PST

gangsta piece

my lyrics are pivotal, some are cynical, hatin my viewsbut then they go and act hypocritical, spreadin my blues.now i'm doin this gangsta rap and i'm payin my dues.but living the life of&nbs...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 05:01:00 PST

until forever (poem)

Until Foreveruntil the moon stops shining, until the sun burns out.even after then you will still have my undying love.maybe its the feel of your soft touches. maybe it's your smile that has me hooked...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 07:20:00 PST

Only you- as requested

my friend Alitta requested that i post this poem, so i decided to do it. Only YouIf only this was romance.if only i had a chance.if i had an opportunity, i'd ask you to dance.seeing you across the roo...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 03:07:00 PST

up at night tryin to find the right time

up late at night.... thinking of you.bored out of my mind.... nothing to do.thinkin "if i was your man, i would stay so true"but thinkin about it more just makes me blue.They say its my age, but ...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Sat, 01 Jul 2006 03:18:00 PST

I've met you

We barely know each other And yet it feels like its been a lifetime. It seems like years ago when I first contemplated  of how i can make you mine. I dont know what it is about you that mak...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 07:54:00 PST

the truth

the truth   Ive been writing all these poems, with hooks and raw lines But I havent truly written a poem since Ive made you mine. Ive written you poems before, and yeah they were true. But I have...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 08:21:00 PST

i remember you (poem)

I remember A poem By Samuel Fulwood   I remember when we first met. It seemed like love at first sight with all the darkness and gloom at the time, you were my shining light.   I remember w...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 07:47:00 PST

loneliness (poem)

I wrote this poem a while ago, but i decided to show y'all now.       Loneliness   Do you know what loneliness feels like? Have you experienced sadness like in my life? For all y'a...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 07:55:00 PST

Red Rose (poem)

Red rose   My life is like a rose. So delicate. So beautiful. A story on its own. no birthday. No funeral. Reality becomes fantasy. The unimagined becomes real. Pain becomes a welcomed emotion an...
Posted by if perfection was a woman my poems wuld b her beau on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 07:52:00 PST