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Spear Tips by Positive Mark No part of the body leaked out more blood than the neck did. Thatās whatās expected when the prideās not been
Darkness by Positive Mark I lit a candle in the morning, a bit before sunrise, to adorn the darkness once more before day. I thanked her
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Mother
by Positive Mark
Earth saw my rage in a poem that I wrote
Crushing of skulls and slashing of throats
Projects reduced to a few burning embers
Israelites, Muslims, Eighty-Five Percenters
Panthers, Kemetics, and Christians, and Moors
Women and children were crouched behind doors
I started out trying to save a few friends
Became an impromptu leader of men
Black bodies piled up and burned in mass graves
All in defense of descendants of slaves
Shots at a ten year old heard āround the world
Marches and protests, then bottles were hurled
Helmeted constables battered and bruised
Half of the story was shown on the news
Ghosts like Gil Scott Heronās jumped in my case
Even told Rakim to get out my face
Scolded by Imams and scoffed at by preachers
KRS screaming āIām still your damned teacher!ā
āToo late!ā I answered, surrounded by wails
Blood from the enemy dripped from my nails
Decisions were made on who to let live
I had no mercy inside me to give
Keep all your holy books, damn all your scrolls
God will judge me for my murderous prose
Curses and blasphemies bounced off my back
I wrote the new definition of Black
I let the old Negro out his new cage
I became the brand new prophet of rage
I wrote the verses that started the fire
I earned a warriors funeral pyre
I wrote the mass executionerās verse
I penned the poem that would scorch half of the earth
Earth saw my rage in a poem that I wrote
Mother,
forgive my unbridled approach
Lake Shore Drive by Positive Mark I sat the sun on a roof while I re-tied my shoe, and told it to rest up right there. I quickened my pa
The Darkness Can Be Shattered
by Positive Mark
My Father died, mid-argument.
An email never opened.
I hear him sometimes in the night, when Iām vomiting and groping.
Maybe the next rhyme will immediately restore hope, and
the darkness can be shattered by the ember Iāve been stoking.
This is a matrix, a puzzle with high stakes.
Where twenty of wood has you feeling so good that you cuddle with rattling snakes.
Youāre numb with olfactory flakes.
Wake up with your face in her cakes.
A twenty year stretch, where you stick out your neck, as if life has but so many takes.
So tell me whatās real when you swallow that pill.
You came with a nine. Who you fixinā to kill?
I hate to come off like my nameās Jimi Hendrix, but this is my hundred. Iām ābout to go spend it.
Iām taking this dame out to dinner and sports, while you sit in the dark, sucking down them Newports.
And youāre thinking of popping a round in your head?
I hate break this to you Homie.
Youāre already dead,
like my Father.
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Casamigos won last night
There are words that we toss around so much these days, that weāve diluted the hell out of them. Like gangster, for example. Another one is legend. Thatās some shit that youād really have to earn, like when the āhood was ok calling Isaac Hayes āBlack Moses.ā You really had to be different to get a tag like that.
When it comes to Cherokee, the word definitely applies. There have been artists whoāve impacted me before. I remember being young as hell, and seeing Vanessa del Rio do an anal scene, and my world was thoroughly rocked. Yes, Iām that old. I can rattle off a list of artists who rocked me with their beauty, attributes, and prowess. This post is too long as it is, so maybe Iāll do a whole adult artist series. Letās just say that I learned, years ago, that I have a love for sex thatās probably greater than most would find normal. Iām a soul brother so Iām attracted to soul sisters. With that being the case, the first time I saw a Cherokee scene, I fell in love like a billion other cats. Strangely enough, I canāt seem to recall the first one of hers. I can remember the first time I saw Vanessa Blue, Dominique Simone, and Jada Fire, but I canāt remember the first scene I saw Cherokee in. I will mention a couple of them.
Thereās the scene when sheās on a ladder, painting a wall, in a yellow two piece bikini. She had me retarded, she was so damned fine. I couldnāt process how a woman could be so perfect! Thereās one where she rocked this cotton candy pink fish net deal, and she backed up to a couch, and let a brother just feast on her. I mean pure ecstasy. Thereās one that looks real up close and intimate, where sheās wearing a black outfit, and she lets a dude have her on a brown leather couch, and I think maybe even an ottoman. Anyway, she made some faces in that one that really looked like she was being pleased, and it definitely elevated the scene beyond the fact that you were watching porn. You see thatās the thing.
When I fantasize about Cherokee, I donāt think of it as I want to pound her big ass out. Itās more like maybe sheās my down the hall neighbor, who always speaks and waves, and smiles. Then maybe one Friday she tells me itās her birthday weekend, and sheās got nothing planned. I tell her that I always get up early on Saturday and make a Starbucks run. I offer to bring her something, and the fantasy goes from there. In that way, I integrate the artist into my real life, because I actually am a bookworm who goes to coffee shops on my day off. I can never enter her world, so I lucid dream her into mine. Of course, I also have a coworker fantasy about her. Either scenario, sheās always a goddess in my vicinity that I know aināt checkinā for me, but a unique set of circumstances ends up causing her to let me make love to her. Thatās how I fantasize about Cherokee. Of course, there is always a dark side.
Listen, I see this woman as a goddess. So there were a couple of occasions that made my ass sensitive as hell. Real porn addicts may recall a particularly hurtful moment in the genre. It was a series called āGhetto Gaggers.ā I didnāt understand. Years later, I still donāt understand. Why did those beautiful sisters allow that stuff to be done to them? It was so awful. I couldnāt figure if maybe they got tricked into some funny contract shit, or maybe they had been drugged, or what the fuck was that? I saw what they were doing to these absolute goddesses and I justāitās just too much. I actually didnāt watch videos for a pretty good stretch after that. That wasnāt porn. That was some other shit.
But either way, she made her dough in the way she saw fit, and I wasnāt paying her bills, soā¦
These days, Cherokee is still out. Sheās still famous. Got her own company, her website, and she still lets us look at herāand dream. I tried to blog about her, but never got around to it. However, I did pen a poem about her in September, 2023. I will leave the link to it below.
JustāCherokeeāwe know this is your business. We know itās your hustle, but understand this. You have impacted us. You have impacted the culture. Youāre beautiful from your silky black hair, to your raven eyes, to your insane curvature. You are poetry in motion. You are a living masterpiece. Iām so damned jealous of any brother who had a chance to spend a weekend with you. My dreams about you seemed to have tapered off. I guess Iām aging out. Iāll always adore you though. Peace.
By Positive Mark Put it close to the camera, so it fills up the screen. Your expanse is breathtaking. Scientists are rendered silent by your