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Tee

If I wasn't so capable, they wouldn't want so much

About Me

Tee a.k.a Lost, is a writer of poetry and song currently residing in northern Bronx, New York City. His works have appeared and been distributed world wide in publications such as "Mythology of the Heart" with the International Library of Poetry, newsletters with the African Poets Society of Jamaica New York, as well as City Guide Magazine, El Vocero, El Diario, The New York Dailey News and the New York Post while gaining notoriety online. He has not only received several Editors Choice awards and been nominated multiple times for Poet of the Year by the International Library of Poetry, but also appeared with the TriBeCa Performing Arts Center. He has made various mic appearances in such places as New York City’s Famous Nuyorican Poets Café, The Bowery Club, Club Pyramid, Silk Road Café just to name a few while putting the finishing touches on his first project "Therapy-E.L.I." in addition to still contributing to other collections such as "The Movement”, “Anakin Seed”, and “The Declaration of War” "The sword in the stone in this modern day dawn of the dead..." – Tee *The new age revolution has begun... Buckle up...

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 10/18/2005
Band Website: FR33DOMENT.COM
Band Members: the uncounted voices in my headI edited my profile at Freeweblayouts.net , check out these Myspace Layouts!

Influences: life
Sounds Like: a lil bit of Mos/ Talib w/ Rakim/ Willie Perdomo
Type of Label: None

My Blog

EnvironMental Mist

September of '92 on 15th , between 1st and 2nd ave.'s- kinda when and where it all started. A wild'n  silent type enter'n in an all black outfit, with a bag full of markers, and a head with too many ...
Posted by Tee on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 08:44:00 PST

Days End...from chapter 2 of Theropy E.L.I (writtens)

With this depression (sigh) , I sink deeper then ink or anchors released. Only if it would just be seapn from my pen instead of this constant misdirection leaven me down this spiraled road spe...
Posted by Tee on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 08:59:00 PST

Reaching...

had to knock the dust offa this one... orig. date 12/02 The sorrow of these eyes barely begin to justify the journey taken of this heart.Feeling's part like hair styles or crashing wavesas tantelizing...
Posted by Tee on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 08:26:00 PST

BushWacked

We got our own die'n over seas. Be'n fired upon fa crimes we been known ta kill for in the street- en certainly got no right to claim. En these officials got the nerve ta raise when we complain, so s...
Posted by Tee on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 07:32:00 PST

New Poem: Is This Thing ON...Hell-Low

Is this thing on? Hell-lowSeems like everything done- s already a distant memory.Damn,Aint redundancy a bitch?Going thru the twists en turns of this and thatLike theres nothing else for to live.En sin...
Posted by Tee on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 08:42:00 PST

LostInsideAPoet

Like the page was torn outen left in full view Ifound myself consumed by abuseen drawn like morning shades.As the blurred haze solidifies pages turn like moods on the lowor milk left sitting in the su...
Posted by Tee on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 02:54:00 PST

HeadSpin

A new age of funk lead by twisted revolutionary visionsunbound by corruption.Shit sure sound sweet don't it,but happen like that it doesn't.En GOD only knooooowsthe more most seethe more they want-so ...
Posted by Tee on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 02:48:00 PST

198

My first tourwas where crack tops resembled a tossed box of crayola 64'sspread from the corners of Bainbridge Aveto the unlocked roof top doors of the concourse,and where block wars manthey were nothi...
Posted by Tee on Wed, 08 Feb 2006 03:11:00 PST