<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272</id><updated>2012-01-07T15:05:10.258-05:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='spoken word'/><category term='taalam acey'/><category term='slam'/><category term='lamar hill'/><title type='text'>This is what happened when you weren't here....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-4890056865448366381</id><published>2009-07-30T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:48:27.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and Remain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SnGygqynK0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rkI5kWDVckY/s1600-h/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364264905487100738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SnGygqynK0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rkI5kWDVckY/s320/two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love u&lt;br /&gt;those are three words&lt;br /&gt;and there's only&lt;br /&gt;...two of us…&lt;br /&gt;a while ago i made a promise&lt;br /&gt;that through actions AND words&lt;br /&gt;umma be&lt;br /&gt;…true to us…&lt;br /&gt;making sure that each day&lt;br /&gt;seems just a bit more&lt;br /&gt;…new to us…&lt;br /&gt;and even when problems arise&lt;br /&gt;that seem just a bit more&lt;br /&gt;…new to us…&lt;br /&gt;help me to step out of myself&lt;br /&gt;and remain&lt;br /&gt;…true to us…&lt;br /&gt;on times when i run from ur love&lt;br /&gt;hear my spirit saying 'let her'&lt;br /&gt;and there's only one let...ter&lt;br /&gt;with out the U in us&lt;br /&gt;my queen&lt;br /&gt;i need YOU for us&lt;br /&gt;let me be the S in Us&lt;br /&gt;behind you&lt;br /&gt;cuz in what u give&lt;br /&gt;yes, your love&lt;br /&gt;i'll be studious&lt;br /&gt;receiving each lesson&lt;br /&gt;as my blessing&lt;br /&gt;-GJ&lt;br /&gt;7/29/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-4890056865448366381?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4890056865448366381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-u-those-are-three-words-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-6736957486398594524</id><published>2009-07-21T12:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:06:22.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>natural disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SmX1h9-8y4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ol5lk_wmbZA/s1600-h/tsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360960895377525634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SmX1h9-8y4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ol5lk_wmbZA/s320/tsun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;natural disaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we partied&lt;br /&gt;she flirted&lt;br /&gt;i spoke&lt;br /&gt;we chatted&lt;br /&gt;we left&lt;br /&gt;we kissed&lt;br /&gt;we sucked&lt;br /&gt;she was&lt;br /&gt;like tsunami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we smiled&lt;br /&gt;we parted&lt;br /&gt;she called&lt;br /&gt;we both checked&lt;br /&gt;she was..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we worried&lt;br /&gt;we went&lt;br /&gt;she cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spirits erupted&lt;br /&gt;we hugged&lt;br /&gt;i deleted&lt;br /&gt;she scarred&lt;br /&gt;i ignored&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;moved on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-6736957486398594524?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6736957486398594524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/natural-disaster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/6736957486398594524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/6736957486398594524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/natural-disaster.html' title='natural disaster'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SmX1h9-8y4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ol5lk_wmbZA/s72-c/tsun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-2109900490420915771</id><published>2009-07-14T10:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:56:03.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's High</title><content type='html'>Ever see a woman with SUCH a pretty smile????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did... and I wrote about coming back to the world as her smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if to life...&lt;br /&gt;i could ever swing back&lt;br /&gt;to life...&lt;br /&gt;i would forever bring back&lt;br /&gt;the glow...&lt;br /&gt;the wow&lt;br /&gt;oh .. to hold&lt;br /&gt;that smile&lt;br /&gt;the warm i get&lt;br /&gt;the calm I let&lt;br /&gt;fly&lt;br /&gt;in exchange for heaven's high&lt;br /&gt;dreaming nigh&lt;br /&gt;of what could success be&lt;br /&gt;if she...&lt;br /&gt;would continue to bless me..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as her smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-2109900490420915771?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2109900490420915771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/heavens-high.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/2109900490420915771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/2109900490420915771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/heavens-high.html' title='Heaven&apos;s High'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-7685253870028824038</id><published>2009-07-08T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:55:35.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>with the LINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I... am terrible with the lines&lt;br /&gt;So when she asked me for mine&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Nor how to construct the words&lt;br /&gt;To make things OK&lt;br /&gt;Real talk, I probably made them worse&lt;br /&gt;And the love bird in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Made not a squeak nor a chirp&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t smile&lt;br /&gt;Just stared a while&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like she was waiting&lt;br /&gt;For confirmation&lt;br /&gt;That OUR love was circular&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that which she was giving&lt;br /&gt;Was exactly what she was receiving&lt;br /&gt;So…She just stood there&lt;br /&gt;In full stare&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and believing&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn’t think&lt;br /&gt;Standing mute&lt;br /&gt;No limbs… just a blink&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes must not have been working&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they saw her hurting&lt;br /&gt;But couldn’t make her for certain&lt;br /&gt;That I wasn’t a jerk and&lt;br /&gt;That I wasn’t just some cold blooded creature&lt;br /&gt;She took a deep breath and said…&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then…See ya&lt;br /&gt;Realizing there was no more&lt;br /&gt;She turned to the door&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed real hard&lt;br /&gt;And squeezed one last tear on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-7685253870028824038?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/7685253870028824038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-lines.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/7685253870028824038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/7685253870028824038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-lines.html' title='with the LINES'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-2289983827677679272</id><published>2009-06-12T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:26:10.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I getting OLD?</title><content type='html'>Sup folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I try to holla at this shorty the other day and she tell me that she's 17... I'm like DANG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you look 30, you young bama!!! Either you had a ROUGH LIFE ... or I been out the game a lil bit. And NO you can't borrow my solja boy CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny but .. really, why our young folks look so old these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not just talking about the physical growth and maturity… From many that I’ve seen, it looks like they are living rough lives. Like you can see it in their eyes and their facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the teenage years nowadays that rough on our young folks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do to help?&lt;br /&gt;Or.. is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-2289983827677679272?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2289983827677679272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-getting-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/2289983827677679272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/2289983827677679272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-getting-old.html' title='Am I getting OLD?'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-6369899901574950488</id><published>2009-06-12T10:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:40:58.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SjJhBGCDKwI/AAAAAAAAACs/arOuH_XX0Hw/s1600-h/question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346442379069172482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SjJhBGCDKwI/AAAAAAAAACs/arOuH_XX0Hw/s320/question.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;some ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saggin&lt;/span&gt; my pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hard to walk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gotta&lt;/span&gt; reach so far down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to get money from pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nor why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; round sticker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;on baseball caps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i follow many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;in hopes of being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;some-ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-6369899901574950488?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6369899901574950488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/6369899901574950488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/6369899901574950488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-one.html' title='some ONE'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SjJhBGCDKwI/AAAAAAAAACs/arOuH_XX0Hw/s72-c/question.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-3909623999079708472</id><published>2009-06-08T13:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:23:27.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>U Right Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/Si1I_tMnoqI/AAAAAAAAACk/YyyVr3_oyA4/s1600-h/father_and_son_kidzname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345008592060129954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/Si1I_tMnoqI/AAAAAAAAACk/YyyVr3_oyA4/s320/father_and_son_kidzname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have had a dad... :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz if so… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'd be talking about women sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and he'd say something like&lt;br /&gt;"Son, betta leave dem jokers alone, dey trouble'&lt;br /&gt;he’d laugh and explain&lt;br /&gt;I'd bounce my head&lt;br /&gt;while smacking my teeth&lt;br /&gt;grit, and then say&lt;br /&gt;"yeah u right dad"&lt;br /&gt;then i'd pick up the remote control&lt;br /&gt;being a better man&lt;br /&gt;and we'd both watch the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-3909623999079708472?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3909623999079708472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/u-right-dad.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/3909623999079708472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/3909623999079708472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/u-right-dad.html' title='U Right Dad'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/Si1I_tMnoqI/AAAAAAAAACk/YyyVr3_oyA4/s72-c/father_and_son_kidzname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-3874680120438288207</id><published>2009-05-29T14:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:06:25.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Just Be the Words</title><content type='html'>I was actually just listening to some 'stuff' at work with the headphones on and ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish we said I love you more growing up&lt;br /&gt;I wish my father started showing up&lt;br /&gt;More during my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I wish I’d seen it&lt;br /&gt;And not just when I got older with money to borrow&lt;br /&gt;I wish I couldn’t say f*** him and mean it&lt;br /&gt;I say God forgive me for my sins&lt;br /&gt;But God says ... "James, come back when mean it”&lt;br /&gt;And he’s right, I really don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Still I act like it’s ok&lt;br /&gt;He said ‘if you love me, you’d follow me’&lt;br /&gt;I don’t follow… aint nothing to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End of story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish 'the str8 and narrow' didn't bore me&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking about it helps though&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my prayers have strep throat&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I prayed to stop thinking about my ex&lt;br /&gt;But she still be running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;So my thoughts don’t spend time&lt;br /&gt;Where they need to be&lt;br /&gt;My current girl be seeing me&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think she knows me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew my self more&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could help more&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could call it&lt;br /&gt;I wish my uncle aint die an alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were a b-baller&lt;br /&gt;You’d see my on TV&lt;br /&gt;Wearing tattoos with a hidden deep message&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could learn the messge in life’s lessons&lt;br /&gt;Without going through the trouble&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could shave with no stubble&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were a man of my word&lt;br /&gt;And possible a man of the Word&lt;br /&gt;And Not of the World&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my mom was Muslim…&lt;br /&gt;Would I be too?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I hadn't lied so much&lt;br /&gt;That now I wonder what’s really true&lt;br /&gt;I wish I aint say ‘I love you’&lt;br /&gt;to women I only liked&lt;br /&gt;I wish it didn’t feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Not to do right&lt;br /&gt;i wish it wouldn’t be the truth&lt;br /&gt;and could just be words I write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish u could read this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not ask if it's my real life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and would just say 'hey, that's real nice'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or 'i relate.. dude u real right!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd simply smile...slight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then wish it wouldn't be the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and could just be the words I write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-3874680120438288207?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3874680120438288207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/could-just-be-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/3874680120438288207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/3874680120438288207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/could-just-be-words.html' title='Could Just Be the Words'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-502398643704672458</id><published>2009-05-05T14:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:26:11.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OPEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m open&lt;br /&gt;With deep breathes&lt;br /&gt;And long looks down blurry paths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open&lt;br /&gt;To all we can be&lt;br /&gt;When days pass&lt;br /&gt;And frowns&lt;br /&gt;Outlast the laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ain't nuffin going right&lt;br /&gt;And burdens aint light&lt;br /&gt;When separation goes from NEVER&lt;br /&gt;To maybe&lt;br /&gt;From maybe to might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open&lt;br /&gt;To u stripping to your empirical element&lt;br /&gt;Uncovering those layers at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open to being sore&lt;br /&gt;if it means we retain the integrity of who we are&lt;br /&gt;Of that, I’m open to more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open&lt;br /&gt;To letting u in&lt;br /&gt;Slowly sharing bits of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To making a decision to do this&lt;br /&gt;Committing to my part&lt;br /&gt;Allowing you to complete your role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open&lt;br /&gt;To breathing your desires&lt;br /&gt;Each day blessing your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open to knowing&lt;br /&gt;That even when the grass is greener in other places&lt;br /&gt;Its color doesn’t last as long&lt;br /&gt;Your tone has me running in circles&lt;br /&gt;It’s YOUR deep hue that keeps me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open to naked fears&lt;br /&gt;With faith and security I’m dress them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the time I’d count each of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Individually kiss them&lt;br /&gt;And bless them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open&lt;br /&gt;To our layers&lt;br /&gt;And our prayers&lt;br /&gt;To the love vocals we sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m open&lt;br /&gt;To seeking you deep in Him&lt;br /&gt;Finding and keeping&lt;br /&gt;My good thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Awww... I wrote this a few weeks ago and felt so-so about it ... but reading it again. I likes it...&lt;br /&gt;thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you were tired of being alone.. were you really ready to make yourself 'open?'&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was not for so long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-502398643704672458?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/502398643704672458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-open.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/502398643704672458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/502398643704672458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-open.html' title='I&apos;m OPEN'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-3456706508254128095</id><published>2009-04-21T08:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:09:56.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetics... Certainly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;certainly&lt;br /&gt;yes, sure will, yes&lt;br /&gt;see that figure on some land&lt;br /&gt;on some day&lt;br /&gt;with the sum of two eyes&lt;br /&gt;thinking of some way&lt;br /&gt;to say some things&lt;br /&gt;that have been some how&lt;br /&gt;buried for some time now&lt;br /&gt;and just maybe&lt;br /&gt;through the rolling of the sum of two eyes&lt;br /&gt;the twirling of some fingers&lt;br /&gt;and the kicking of some rocks&lt;br /&gt;and some deep swallowing&lt;br /&gt;certainly...&lt;br /&gt;some courage&lt;br /&gt;will come from some where&lt;br /&gt;yes, some deep place&lt;br /&gt;resurrected and sum up&lt;br /&gt;just some of the feelings&lt;br /&gt;some young man said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the pain of wishing&lt;br /&gt;that you were some one else&lt;br /&gt;can't be summed up&lt;br /&gt;in a month of sundays &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so a tongue and some teeth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the sum of two lips&lt;br /&gt;will do some speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and some of the words would be...&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, why did you leave us?&lt;br /&gt;leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I not someone worthy of love?&lt;br /&gt;Would you have me be someone else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yes, sure will, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Birthed through a blog Slam this morning (&lt;a href="http://blackwomanlost.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blackwomanlost.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;). E Badu has a song named certainly and I took the title and used it to write a bit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I aint really suffering conciously from 'dad stuff' anymore... but ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-3456706508254128095?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3456706508254128095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/poetics-certainly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/3456706508254128095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/3456706508254128095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/poetics-certainly.html' title='Poetics... Certainly'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-7972552721894243244</id><published>2009-04-20T12:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:33:20.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Glad My Mama AIN'T SEXY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeyhB9OdndI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5gzqGmrzMIw/s1600-h/phat1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326809514259619282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeyhB9OdndI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5gzqGmrzMIw/s320/phat1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m in the mall this weekend and I see a nice looking young lady… &lt;em&gt;had her ‘girls’ out&lt;/em&gt;, baby phat jeans.. heels… and a walk that said she’d turned her swag on this morning. So I smiled.. waited for her to pass and I took a peek. “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She gotta nice one&lt;/span&gt;,” I say to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go about my business…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I see her again though and this time she’s walking with a young man. I hear some of their conversation… just enough to hear him call her mom. So he must been about 15 to 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; he gets tired of men coming up to his mama, grabbing her arm.. kissing her neck and slapping her on the booty and saying 'hey girl you sho wiz fine 2day'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                &lt;em&gt;   .... WAIT... I think that was MY dream.. nevermind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did get me to thinking. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I AM SO GLAD MY MAMA AINT SEXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Now granted I’m in my late 20s, but still, I wouldn’t wanna be 15 years old and have folks always starring at my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t speak for anyone else’s mama, but mine don’t need to be wearing tight clothes nor showing off her assets! I like how she looks nice and does whatever she does. But it needs to say Hey, I’m a mom with kids who are grown and not Hey, I still look good for my age with my sexy self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s just a certain time and age where folks need to calm it down. And it’s different being a certain way for your man and for everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is YOUR mom sexy? Are you a mom who is sexy? And I don’t mean attractive… but do you still find yourself putting your assets on display?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good for them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calm it down some?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-7972552721894243244?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/7972552721894243244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-glad-my-mama-aint-sexy.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/7972552721894243244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/7972552721894243244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-glad-my-mama-aint-sexy.html' title='I&apos;m So Glad My Mama AIN&apos;T SEXY!!!'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeyhB9OdndI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5gzqGmrzMIw/s72-c/phat1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-6541068657005789367</id><published>2009-04-17T14:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:49:45.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taalam acey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoken word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamar hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Taalam Acey vs Lamar Hill Poetry Slam</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love these guys and wanted to share the with you... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyKrBvPT3sw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyKrBvPT3sw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-6541068657005789367?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6541068657005789367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/taalam-acey-vs-lamar-hill-poetry-slam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/6541068657005789367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/6541068657005789367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/taalam-acey-vs-lamar-hill-poetry-slam.html' title='Taalam Acey vs Lamar Hill Poetry Slam'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-2036022115346780808</id><published>2009-04-16T07:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:40:03.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponge-Bob &amp; Burger King - Is this offensive to you?</title><content type='html'>So Burger King has been getting thousands of complaint letters about this video. I don't think it has been pulled off the air yet though. I've had some friends say that they didn't even know what was being advertised. I realized after a while that it was about a kids' meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people hate it. Others say that it's just funny and makes sense. Is this a sign of the times? Are we doomed? Or should we just lighten up and have a good laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5X4TSbGreA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5X4TSbGreA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-2036022115346780808?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2036022115346780808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-offensive-to-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/2036022115346780808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/2036022115346780808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-offensive-to-you.html' title='Sponge-Bob &amp;amp; Burger King - Is this offensive to you?'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-806658841727064954</id><published>2009-04-15T17:00:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:14:25.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L &amp; W</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeZNjMVMmVI/AAAAAAAAABk/53v_9kn2fzc/s1600-h/01olivia-cheung-light-bulb-packaging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325028876413081938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeZNjMVMmVI/AAAAAAAAABk/53v_9kn2fzc/s320/01olivia-cheung-light-bulb-packaging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This was an exercise of response from a peice my friend Tanesha Jones wrote a while back. She's an awesome writer and allowed me to compose from what she built. I loved her phrases and how she explained different feelings. Afterwards, I realized how impactful it was to me. Thanks T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I TOO am poetic justice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I fight for words that explain your breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Enter new life in existence when readily leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's YOUR presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Heart and mind are presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I see the beauty in flowers holding YOUR essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You can say like making love on clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;or in smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or with eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The rhythm that I provide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is like a water floating in a sea of sky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or a sky of sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;insert YOUR name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;light and wonder.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is BEST said in the mornings and during times of wandering feelings. :-) REPEAT as necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we were actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'light and wonder'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to ourselves... ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'loving&lt;/span&gt; ourselves no matter what.. but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; being wonderful and embracing our intricacies and curves and lines and depth. Not to where it puts others down... but really being at a place where we could shine fully ... with other beams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-806658841727064954?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/806658841727064954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-too-am-poetic-justice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/806658841727064954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/806658841727064954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-too-am-poetic-justice.html' title='L &amp;amp; W'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeZNjMVMmVI/AAAAAAAAABk/53v_9kn2fzc/s72-c/01olivia-cheung-light-bulb-packaging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-947672652228309797</id><published>2009-04-15T07:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:40:04.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It’s okay to let someone know that you want something, but NEVER let ANYONE know how bad you might NEED something. ~Robert E. James (my friend's father)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324896470076290402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeXVIISg9WI/AAAAAAAAABM/I8-_ZkxJ9dU/s320/one+thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My daddy said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“It’s okay ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to let someone know that you want something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my some 'thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is only 'one' thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it will forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be one letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it ain’ about what i can get in pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but what i can't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aint by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuz U... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i don't wanna stop the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fears of being emtpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;somehow U 'fill in'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i fill up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and feel up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to loving U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with more passion than life contains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuz of U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my life just ain’...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i like U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4/7/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I took my friend's daddy quote and used it to write ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-947672652228309797?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/947672652228309797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-one-thing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/947672652228309797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/947672652228309797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-one-thing.html' title='One Thing'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeXVIISg9WI/AAAAAAAAABM/I8-_ZkxJ9dU/s72-c/one+thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-8937587256533852299</id><published>2009-04-14T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:06:30.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God that Easter is gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeSmOgyyo8I/AAAAAAAAABE/d9_Ld95eYGI/s1600-h/hood+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324563427710116802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeSmOgyyo8I/AAAAAAAAABE/d9_Ld95eYGI/s320/hood+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeSmGIKdC7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/K5IMeZXqg7M/s1600-h/hood+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No I don’t mean that I don’t celebrate or don’t love da Lawd as much as you… all I’m saying is that I wanna come home in the evening to peace and quiet in the neighborhood… at least for a lil while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school kids were out all last week and if I gotta hear another ‘Muh f**k you, you black b*tch’ as soon as I step out of my car, umma snatch one of them up myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the programs! Get ‘em out the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah… I know they still come out during the evening on school days, but it seems to be less rowdiness and less of them roaming the neighborhood looking to throw rocks and beat each other up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day being out of school I believe and they were not far from my bedroom window yelling and running around. I went to the window to spy on the lil beasts and I hear ‘em singing versions of the Stanky Leg and Blame it on the Alcohol. That’s a WHOLE NUVA conversation right by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine you.. they are all less than 10.. some look 5 and 6.&lt;br /&gt;I guess one lil girl interrupted one of the lil boys and and he told her to ‘shut the f__k up…, you a$$ hole.’ My face dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some lil dirty instigator says “OMG! You gonna let him call you an a$$ hole like that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The begin to tumble and chase each other. Some of the others still singing the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember cursing like that when I was that small.. alone or in groups. We sang some songs too, but Kris Kross aint even talked about having sex and blaming it on being under the influence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Where are the parents? And how are my mild mannered future-kids gonna survive around these scoundrels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine what happens on the school yard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-8937587256533852299?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/8937587256533852299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-god-that-easter-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/8937587256533852299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/8937587256533852299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-god-that-easter-is-gone.html' title='Thank God that Easter is gone!'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeSmOgyyo8I/AAAAAAAAABE/d9_Ld95eYGI/s72-c/hood+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720329710002599272.post-1647678210670646575</id><published>2009-04-13T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:09:20.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What exactly is the CHURCH FURNITURE FUND??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeMrGEsNxGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-jOhMTMIrHU/s1600-h/church+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324146567820461154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeMrGEsNxGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-jOhMTMIrHU/s320/church+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah… Just thought I’d share some Easter happenings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first off... Hey folks, don’t forget the folks who don’t have family in the area or don’t have many friends. Invite them over for drinks or food or just fellowship if you can. It’s tough being without family u know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I’m in the metro area on Sunday morning and tryna find a church to go to. Here’s all the folks who were absolutely NO HELP when I needed them to help me find a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole N&lt;/strong&gt; – early service and late calling back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelsea&lt;/strong&gt; – 8am service so she could ‘get it over with’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tony H&lt;/strong&gt; – still aint call me back lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brittany&lt;/strong&gt; – church was too far and started too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daysha&lt;/strong&gt; – no help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laydia&lt;/strong&gt; – went too early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brittni&lt;/strong&gt; – she didn’t even go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rutanya&lt;/strong&gt; – no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lanette&lt;/strong&gt; – can’t remember her story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenya&lt;/strong&gt; called me back all late! Thanks tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yall some bamas&lt;/span&gt;! YOU ALL are the reason I don’t go to church as much as I should! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I start driving and roll my window down and ask this lady if she going to church and if I can follow her. She says yes after a shocked face and we drive to SE. If I knew it was the city, I would have followed this other couple lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1st National Deliverance something… or other. Real nice folks, but just old school. Reminded me of my mama’s church. Like, if you catch the spirit, they stop everything and play the black folks’ shouting music for you and then cut it off when they feel you had enough. So that happened for a while. They took up more than one offering, another thing my mama’s church does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is the &lt;strong&gt;CHURCH FURNITURE FUND??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to meet a friend at 1pm and at that time, the speaker was just getting up to preach. I didn’t even get to hear the WORD. Although it felt like everyone who got up to say anything was preaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... how do you start shouting when you only doing the announcements? No lie! My mama always says that when the spirit hits, you can’t rush it… I guess that’s why she stays in church all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that all the REALLY saved folks say Happy Resurrection day, not Happy Easter! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720329710002599272-1647678210670646575?l=mrkingjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1647678210670646575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-exactly-is-church-furniture-fund.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/1647678210670646575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720329710002599272/posts/default/1647678210670646575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrkingjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-exactly-is-church-furniture-fund.html' title='What exactly is the CHURCH FURNITURE FUND??'/><author><name>King James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17471243405478267212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeQAjwnDvFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N_N5EZq_ALw/S220/gg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cBzgyFX6YA/SeMrGEsNxGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-jOhMTMIrHU/s72-c/church+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
