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Hello, my name is Antwian Marcel Crawford, also known as Intellect. I am a Poet, an Author and the Founder of The Underground Poet's Society, Inc. My Poetry books include, A Look Into My Third Eye, released in 2005 and Third "Eye"solated, released in...

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1. To order an autographed copy of A Look Into My Third Eye by Antwian Marcel Crawford, also known as Intellect, please visit the following links located at the bottom of this status update! A Look Into My Third Eye is ON SALE for a limited time, so place your order today...

Book Overview:

A Look Into My Third Eye is a collection of poems, written by Antwian M. Crawford (Intellect) that are broken into four different categories. The first category is called “Love”, because when romantics think of love, they think of poetry. The second is called “Life” because in this category there are poems written about things that all of us can relate to in our everyday lives. The third category is called “The Message” because each poem was intended to give a message that the reader could learn from or be reminded of in life’s journey. Finally, the last category is called “The Spirit” because Mr. Crawford believe’s that God is hard at work in everyone’s life and he wants to share some of that inspiration through his poetry.”

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2. To order an autographed copy of Third “Eye"solated by Antwian Marcel Crawford also known as Intellect, please visit the following links located at the bottom of this status update! Third "Eye"solated is ON SALE for a limited time, so place your order today...

Book Overview:

Third "Eye"solated is a sophomore book of poetry written by Antwian Marcel Crawford also known as Intellect. This award-winning Poet, Author and Founder of The Underground Poet’s Society, Inc. sets himself apart from the average with some of his best writing to date. His unique, very detailed and descriptive writing style infuses the art of storytelling and unorthodox rhyme schemes and a philosophy all his own and is just what the doctor ordered. With well scripted verses and stanzas written in traditional formats, this wordsmith takes you on a journey like no other.

The essence of his passion shines through with every word, every breath uttered and every trace of the passionate human existence is not only read but felt through his wise words and life lessons. The honesty in his words is very refreshing and is expressed in such a way that it brings his words to life and become a living, breathing symbolization of the romanticism inside the man.”

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3. Intellect, the CD: Own the Digitally Remastered CD today by visiting the following link...

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The digitally remastered, "Intellect, The CD”, is an 18 track CD, including 2 bonus tracks. All 18 tracks are accompanied by original music from the Jazz and Rhythm and Blues genra’s. Intellect has quite a creative range and his CD is one of the most colorful CD’s ever put together by a Poet, which is the reason why Intellect’s CD was number 1 in South Florida for a record breaking 104 weeks when it first came out in 2010. Now, in 2016, check out the digitally remastered version and you’ll love it even more!

Since the age of 14, Intellect has been fascinated with putting words on paper and reciting them through Hip Hop at first, but then, getting more sophisticated with his words later on, which evolved into his award winning poetry and he is still evolving. The tracks on this CD are passionately put together and it shows in Intellect’s words, although he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Download, “Intellect, The CD” today to enjoy this Spoken Word Masterpiece!

CREDITS re-released January 1, 2016

• Album Art (Front Cover): Circle of Love 1 by Alfred Gockel • Album Art (Back Cover): Circle of Love by Alfred Gockel • All poems written and performed by Intellect. • Hip Hop… You’re Fired produced by Mr. Rigz at Audacity Studios in Hollywood, Florida. • The Remixed Spoken Word was produced by MikeTV in London, England. • I Need You produced by The Wonder Twins • All other tracks were produced Intellect

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.::If Love Is::.

If love is a fragrance My nose would be open wide If love is in your arms Then, in you, I would confide

If love is a tree I’d gladly sit in it’s shade If love is my protector Then I’d never be afraid

If love is my mentor I’d be eager to learn If love is patience Then I’d gladly wait my turn

If love is in my heart Then in love I would be And If I had to be in love In love with you I’d rather be

If love is a song Then I would want to sing it If love asks for all of me Then I just have to bring it

If love is a book Then please let me read If love is my air All I want to do, is breathe

If love whispers truth Then let me open my mind If love is like the sun All I want to do is shine

If love is a house Then home I would be If love don’t cost a thing Then we should give it away for free ________________________________ Copyright ©2016, Antwian Marcel Crawford also known as Intellect of Intellect’s Inkwell. All rights reserved.

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What: The Art of Writing Effective Poetry Workshop When: National Poetry Month, April 21, 2017 at 6:00pm Where: Alvin Sherman Library Research & Informational Technology Center at Nova Southeastern University In this workshop, you will learn different writing techniques and exercises that bring out the best in your poetry writing and how to capture the attention of the reader with descriptive words and creative content. For young Authors & Writers age 13 to 18! Register here: https://goo.gl/iDeF2f

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Human Art

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.::She Came To Me In A Dream::.

A description of fine wine merely scratches the surface of her essence in all of it’s splender… And everyday that I get a glimpse of her beauty It’s definitely a bless'ed day to remember…

When I close my eyes I see a beam of light and the silhouette of a woman but I do not know what it means… But if style and grace could be confined to the subconscious mind then she’s the woman that I see in my dreams…

She’s the perfect combination of wisdom and beauty that seemed to reach their peak at exactly the same time… And if there were a chance in heaven that this angel would be with me I’d drop everything to make her mine…

She is like poetry consuming my every frame of thought as I am blessed to scribble her onto a page… I don’t know about you but I know it’s true that beauty can surely get better with age…

Beautiful, intelligent and independant she is what every woman aspires to be… But this womans work is never done and you can tell that every woman… is she…

Sexy, sassy, sensuous and classy she has earned the right to be called Queen… And her royalty is unparalled, this angel… that came to me in a dream ________________________________ Copyright ©2016, Antwian Marcel Crawford also known as Intellect. All rights reserved.

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.::From Great to Ungrateful::.

When our truth gets erased from history We always come back to rewrite it… Self determination… reunited… And it feels so good Because this time your bigotry isn’t invited… Because we’ve seen it So many times before… Like buying skittles and ice tea At the corner store And wearing a hoodie in the rain… Our pain runs deep… So many nightmares We can’t even fall asleep… Amidst the tyranny of evil men… You know who you are So don’t try to pretend That we can’t see you… Rebel flag waving… resident evil… Saying let’s make America great again… Where have we been?… Besides being hoodwinked and bamboozled… And back again? But this time your trump card Is being dumped back in your front yard Like chickens coming home to roost… Rebels thou art loosed To the pit of hell from which you came… We’re hip to your game Of trickery and deception… Twisted birds going in the wrong direction… You NEED protection…

That’s why you hide behind your guns… Your cowardly conscience weighs a ton And THEN some… A new day done BEEN come So why are you still reflecting on the past? The black man will never no more Have to hide from you In tall blades of grass Trying to find a way To disappear into the night… Behind enemy lines We continue to fight… We have the right to be to be hostile We’ve spent four hundred years being docile Now it’s your turn to get your supper And suffer from this Hot Peas & Butter… …our national past time Like a past life… before, flatline Reincarnated… In churches and funeral homes Is where we congregated… But you treated us like restless natives… From a land called motherland… When in actuality You should be acting like our brother man Because YOU’RE from another land too… Thought you knew… The Native American is the ONLY man That has the right to say “Fuck you!” Without hesitation… In fact, it is you who should be Placed on reservations…

He was given the rights To what he already owns… And you, the white man, Has the nerve to throw stones And use his bones to pick your teeth… It is YOU who is the thief… 400 years of our blood, sweat and tears To say the least… Yet you don’t think that we deserve our piece Of the American Pie… Who made up that lie? We shouldn’t have to have proof You can’t hate me for telling the truth To your face Because you just can’t stand the taste Of this powerful elixir… You’ll never see the whole picture Because you’ve been blinded by the light… And although you’re wrong You think everything you say is right… Until lions learn how to write The hunt will always glorify the hunter… Done gone and done a Three sixty with our history… Been teaching us slavery since elementary… Leaving out the part About us being Kings and Queens And teaching us demoralizing things About our pedigree, our religion, our culture, our God We don’t have to look that hard Because it’s right there… Our biggest nightmare has come In the form of hatred, lies and undignified wisdom

Yet and still the current population is saying It wasn’t US, it was THEM… While you seem to keep it going Instead of bringing it to an end… Then claim you and I should be friends When us being friends to your bigotry is like Being friends with the slave master… And we wonder why there’s no Happily ever after… It’s all a disaster… And you’re a disgrace And I’m man enough to say it to your face Instead of under my breath …have you no dignity left? This country’s greatest cover up Is the racism in the form of over-qualified And under-appreciated… There’s no cause to be celebrated Unless your singing a racist national anthem And throwing a tantrum when one football player doesn’t rise… This country will never be great Until it removes the hatred from its eyes… Until it says the words United And recognizes the villain… Until it realizes that it can’t keep teaching Hatred to our children… Until then… This chaos, it just won’t end… America has gone from great To ungrateful again ________________________________ Copyright ©2016, Antwian Marcel Crawford also known as Intellect. All rights reserved.

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.::A Beautiful Disaster::.

She wakes up angry… As if someone stole the joy from beneath her nose… A rose, covered with thorns Wishing her ex-lover had never been born Therefore she takes it out on every man that comes after him… Their chances, grim The odds, slim Of getting to know this woman Who is mad at the world The innocence of a pretty little girl Stolen… Her eyes, swollen From the tears she cries Until the sunrise dries her eyes

A delicate flower Devoured… and showered with infadelity, Deceit and lackluster loyalty The opposite of royalty Until she was spoiled rotten And forgotten like so many others… She simply chose the wrong mate And hate crept in Until hating all men was her affliction And as a contridiction to all her belief Love was a thief That stole her heart And tore her whole world apart

She had forgotten the golden rule Of making herself better and not bitter And cruelty was her heavy hitter Because she had no friends She didn’t trust women or men Thus this soga begins On pins and needles What would become of this Feeble soul who lost control Of mind, body and soul Caught in the fold of reality For the next man Payback will be his salary A fallacy, an indignation The next will face abliteration Fallen deep into the abyss of her kiss

Doomed by the broom That sweeps him off his feet Anything but sweet She will be Please believe me Female pimping ain’t easy A gang of flames will know her name And after her, they will never be the same Just blame it on the game When you feel the pain Of her venomous, acid rain But this dame was beautiful …a beautiful nightmare, that is Real biz… I know you’ve heard it before But this is the sequel… Of how hurricanes are a disaster Named after people… ________________________________ Copyright ©2017, Antwian Marcel Crawford also known as Intellect. All rights reserved.

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.::Soul Beauty::.

They say that beauty Is only skin deep But her beauty lies Deep beneath the surface… And it would be Absolutely worthless If I didn’t look Beneath her beautiful brown skin To search for The beauty that lies within…

And it would be a sin For lustful men To even be In her vicinity… Because such femininity Should be matched with The perfect blend of passion And masculinity…

Her infinite light Shines bright Enough to illuminate The kingdom of heaven… The kind of girl That any man would want to Introduce to the Reverend And take her places She’s never been…

Many men have tried But couldn’t Swallow their pride Long enough to enter Gods’ greatest divide Because they were too shallow… Her body, worth its weight In silver and gold Pleasure and pain Even her name Should be hallowed…

Not too many Know the difference Between sinful lust And eternal bliss… So they’ll never experience A soul like this Even if they tried… Access denied… And if they told you so They lied…

The bride of benevolence Which means that she’s A gift to the world… Like priceless diamonds And cultured pearls She’s one hell of a girl… I long to see the world Through her eyes And take in her perception… I would gaze in a daze As she looks in the mirror At her own reflection…

My third eye Is blinded by her radiant Illumination… Enough to sit back And assess the situation… And with eyes wide shut I would proceed to explore Until the floor Becomes the ceiling And the ceiling Becomes the floor…

I want to treat her body Like the canvas And my tongue as the brush And when it’s all Said and done Leave no area Untouched… Leonardo Picasso Vincent Van Gogh… Rembrandt Caravaggio You already know…

With feet firmly planted On the ground I would profess To the sky… That pride would be Put aside And ego’s Would have to die… The clouds Would fill up Until the heavens Start to cry Until we become the sun We would grow wings And fly

Crooked letter I… sigh… And emerge from the deep I would sing her sweet lullabies Until we both fall asleep… And in her dreams I would creep Till what glitters Turns to gold And forever Be and extension Of this beauty… And her soul ____________________________________ Official Copyright ©2013 Antwian M. Crawford aka Intellect, all rights reserved.

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.::Compliments::.

I try to kill her With compliments Cause she’s my most Dominant thought… And if saying she’s finer Than a dime is a crime… Then I bet you a dollar That I get caught… Concentration cut short Maaan my attention span Disintegrates with each And every single exchange… …had my mind spinnin’ From the beginnin’ And my body going through Something strange… But stranger things Have happened And I enjoy tapping Into her intimacies… Her personality Is also my reality And every single one Of its intricacies… Intellectual yet sexual Tendencies Are the remedies In her that I tend to seek… And I find them And combine them Every time she Captures passion in a bottle And fixes her mouth to speak… She simply makes me weak… And every ounce Of her mystique Is breathtakingly beautiful… And for her to blow my mind Each and every single time Is far from unusual… I’m beautifully blessed To get next To such an excellent Display of unconditional resolve… And in passionate fashion We unmask when We become one and In one universe we revolve… Mystery solved… If you can’t go hard Then you might as well Not get involved… We’ve got passion Bouncing off the walls That’s why I’m there Every time she calls… All is well And even hell can not Spoil the remnants of heaven That we’ve created… And if I ever fell Not even jail Could keep us Separated… See, we love from the gut And no matter what There’s nothing that We can’t do… And no matter the affliction You fit the description Because Gods greatest Compliment, to me… …is you ____________________________________ Official Copyright ©2013 Antwian M. Crawford aka Intellect, all rights reserved.

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.::From a Distance::.

I saw her from a distance… And I tried to take the path Of least resistance To win her heart ever since… It was like moving Through centuries Of distant memories To reincarnate What had already Been in existence long ago…

But she came back to let me know That it was meant to be US… And from the ashes and dust Came something Stronger than lust And to get to know her Was a must… Because I saw something in her That I knew that I could trust Even though we’d never met…

And no matter how hard I tried to forget She permanently etched Herself in a memory That would take and eternity To retrace the steps… Because it was yet To be discovered… And as I uncovered The mysteries Of life’s inconsistencies I realized The remedy was she…

And with her was The only place I’d rather be In this universe… And for what each and every Verse is worth I would search the four corners Of the earth To find the kind of love That I thirst… In this unearthy being That I was seeing For the first time…

And in my mind All I had to do, was turn Back the hands of time To discover this Love of many lifetimes… And how we kept meeting Through infinite lifelines Which meant that I was born Again and again So that I could love her To the highest of heights… And finally get This thing right…

See, SHE… was my wife… And WE had been angels In another life… And God granted us The blessing of meeting thrice For us to continue With what we started… And it had felt as though We, had never parted… And I’d never be Broken hearted As long as this angel Continued to complete Each and every sentence… So when we fell in love I was convinced…

When I saw her…

For the first time…

From a distance… ____________________________________ Official ©2013 Antwian M. Crawford aka Intellect, all rights reserved.

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.::There Is Where I’ll Find Him::.

No pencil can erase… Misplaced memories That are still sweet To the taste For only the ones that really knew him Find him hard to replace… And though he was no stranger To the troubles of life He rose out of the darkness This angel of light But though he’s out of sight He’s not out of mind Because when I close my eyes And I press rewind There is where I’ll find him… And never once did I Forget to remind him That he was loved And no matter if we… Smiled Laughed Pushed Or shoved It always ended in hugs Because we had nothing but love For each other He was my little brother And I will never forget And there’s not one time That I will ever regret The instant connection From the first time we met I just close my eyes And retrace the steps… And there is where I’ll find him… He placed me on a pedestal And I put him under my wing And though he often escaped And did his own thing He had me convinced That he was only a prince That aspired to be king …and somewhere in heaven… He IS… There is where I’ll find him… ________________________________________ From the Book, Third “Eye"solated, ©2013 by Antwian M. Crawford aka Intellect. All rights reserved.

(Dedicated to my cousin, Spencer Allen Lewis)

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"Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone." #LawrenceFerlinghetti