blues beat:




Going through the motions (x3) Of my pain



Got to find a doctor (x3) for this

pain.



Oh life is no game, and I'm tired of being aaashamed

So I'll find me a doctor for this pain. (x2)

[RAP] uh-oh, doctor doctor, can you please prescribe me a pill cuz i just cannot deal with this microscopic kill- or pain, the game is too insane ahse she's to blame so i'll just save my pain for a dair-y day, AY



Got to find this doctor, cause I know it's no real shocker that I got to have a doctor to mend this pain.

Steps

Steps

I like the way you sit girl
All cross legged on one step
Ass on the upper
Then you extend em to a third
have a nigga bout to shutter

I love the way you vibe girl, all cool n non chilant
til' you catch ma eye lookin for yours
and we do a silent grunt and that smile turns into a pucker and the pucker spills out words
as you kiss me with your stares
and in turn I give you my cheek as to say i respect the way we meet like this, on those steps
those lucky lucky steps

Here

Sweet sorrows and thoughts of quiet despiration,
acts of kindness, ease until the morrows

these are what fill my life with meaning,
these are what keep me strong and true

I will one day disapear into a forest,
isolate my time for myself

only to reapear a new philosopher
bearing books I write as help

I AM HERE.

Quiet Thoughts

Does essence precced existence?
Or existence precced essence?

Did God personally concieve us, or
is he just a fragment of our imagination?

if all things are by law divine,
what, then, does law say if he or she is mine?

Why do we love, feel alone and ache?
Who keeps on creating even while we are awake?

I wonder what questions philosophers deem to answer
or if our ponders are just wasted efforts.

Why are we here?
What waits for us beyong death?
Is it truly worth questioning,
or shall we just try to live without regret?

Locram Otway

William Barnacle Bar was my location late one saturday night about two weekends ago. I was acompanied my a lovely artist as we strolled the streets looking for a place to have a nice drink. We fell into the lap of the most interesting spot for history and heard the tale of gangsters and old folk from way back when.
What an adventure, and I am not the only one to blog of it :

http://suzannahbtroy.blogspot.com/2011/09/william-barnacle-bar-80-st-marks-place.html

Active Minds

EVERYBODY come out for the Active Minds Meetings every Tuesday on the third floor of the wellness center @ 8:30.

This week, Tuesday february 21st we will be holding a collaborative open mic in the stood. Everyone is welcome to perform or sit and enjoy.

I will be reading one of my poems in hopes of warm energy and a safe space to be creative.

xxx

Weeping Willow
By Alicia Proto

Weeping Willow, my friend from soil
I run to you for shade, your branches coil

What would you say to me if your essence could speak?
How I wonder how we'd be companions, and laugh so sweet

show me your secrets, share with me your sorrows
so I can hug thee now, today and tomorrow

you give me oxygen, and I you carbon dioxide
we help each other then rest into the night time

Allow me to count the ways of how by law you are divine
engrave my name in you bark and declare you foreve and always mine <3

Story

Phones are a conspiracy
the government can see through the screens ad into our eyes
so they aim for our souls?
are we safe on our phones?

shall we listen to our
forefather, who
do like the romans do
or rather the wide use to do?