TheSongstress
& theSongWriter
Credits:
All Songs, Poems and Prose exerpts written & copyright by Al beauti.
Deep Breathe; production and mixing by King Tut for Mo' Hy Soundz Beauti & the Beats; featured Richard Walls on Electric Guitar and Percussion, Jamally 'Mal on Keys and Percussion & Al Beauti on Vocals.
RatPack Radio Show Theme song mixed by
Keys for Genius Level Productions.
Vocals and Written by Al Beauti & Paasky. Rat Pack Radio Show with Ally Bea(Ceo-AyeLifestyle Ent.), Paasky and yours truly,
Al Beauti every Friday @ 9pm-12am Central time.
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My dear Poetry
& Prose...
Astronomical Threads
Crater inspired/ deep holes stained by/ the pit of darkness/ hark this/ tune of stars and comets/ shooting across the sky
Don’t be appalled by these things we don’t know/ frills and thrills of starry cataracts grow/ forming into tangible things/ hang-able things/ wearable things/ draped in black background covered with sprinkles white as snow/..or..
Past the blackness/ I have this/ vision that snatches the eye towards its craftiness/ the gasses/ create colors only one can imagine/ and that’s when/ it transforms into fabric
These large masses of rock/ covered with vegetation of an extraterrestrial palette/ I reach to grab it/ It melts into satin/ falling like feathers atop/ fabric like beautiful prints made of magic
I pull and it stretches more than expected/ 2 ways, 4 ways/ eclectic, elastic, erratic and static/ sugar, spice and everything imagined
Deep browns/ yellows/glisten within/ the oranges and reds/ but they all pretend/ to be stars how they shine/ to be land how they feel/ texture and light imitate the real.
Forbidden Love Hidden Fruit
There lies on,
A song of forbidden fruit
And yet my face display complacent
But my mouth, sours for the taste of it
I think I love it,
Although the experience is unknown
My want is full blown
This fruit bearing tree inhabits the oddest space of neighbor’s yard
The odd neighbor with the odd habits
Granted she peeks the blinds all day
She is out of her mind
Yet I, lust for fruit that is not mine
I take liberty pitifully imagining indulging in
The fruit as I bask in its forbiddeness
The mind has deceived my pure thought by forcing it to witness
It hath used decoy to confront coy reason
Torturous matter seasonally gathers and makes leisure
Curiosity be the leader
Now I perpetually find myself, engaged in sublime distraction
In between the time
I visit my forbidden love by peeking through the blinds
The Ideal Confrontation; Blackism
Within the modern views on the culture that surrounds African Americans, it includes misconceptions, distortions and misperceptions as well as revered practices and original characteristics that “represent” those peoples. There are some aspects of self-expression within this community that other cultures cannot understand. In an effort to put these speculations to rest, representatives from this culture should shatter and annihilate all the expected and predicted views that society over the years has established by producing raw emotions into a new wave of art called Blackism.
Within this movement will be the rawest forms of energy, pride, pain, joy, intelligence, autonomous independence, self-knowledge and awareness of all good and evil from an African-American perspective. These ideas will be expressed through poetry, painting, performance, sculpture, installation art; photography, collage and every other genre of art but it will be executed only in the black. Different shades of black. Dark black, soft black, blue black, green black and black…BLACK!
Some or maybe even most will feel threatened but it will just be a means for renouncing all hatred, fear, misunderstanding, mystery, and distortion that surrounds black by means of confrontation. Black will be used to portray every feeling that can be generated and every aspect of the beautiful and painful side of life.
In this manner, we will begin to then either denounce or secure all the negative and/or positive things we’ve ever felt about black and from there, a new understanding will emerge of Black People.
Grey
When Still becomes my spirit
I think I feel the shade of grey.
My feelings want to be aroused,
To come outside and play.
But my thoughts are blocked,
My words are banned and there's nothing more to say.
So when it comes to times like these,
My feelings turn to grey.
I get stressed until my body aches,
I get anxious and begin to pace.
When it builds, my heart will race
And I feel the urge to burn the place.
Quiet, Quiet Aging Riot,
And throw salt upon the flames.
Argue and plead for me to breathe
And then I bring it back to grey.
So what happens when enlightenment
Comes in form of clue?
You may laugh or summon tears
When truth reigns the color blue
So ive had a bit of blue
...Maybe said enough for two
Just enough to fade to grey
So that it becomes the mood.
Big Black Cadillac
Ooh miss slick
Big black chick
Beautiful petite rosette, riding through
A purple sunset,
In my big black Cadillac
We fly high
We roll low
On a star studded night, we tell and we show our beauty.
Our wisdom, comfort, intelligence
That's lovely.
I know ladies wanna be me,
Flowers bloom and blossom when they see me,
The trees smile and waive when they meet me.
Miss slick
Big strong chick
Around the sun we go
Through the star-filled cateract
In my big black Cadillac.
Out of the blue, past the moon
There'll be a Mars encounter soon,
follow this tune:
we ride smooth
we be chill
keep our cool
yes we will.
Check this mi--------sss
Slick
Big fine chick
Slightly icy and
Spicy like a tic tac
In my big black Cadillac.
Candy-coated golden glow just lays on my skin,
And these curves just settle on my hips.
My mouth is just as brown as the rest of my face,
Except for this pink smeared in th emiddle of my lips.
In my world I'll create an
Orange night and a green day....
Yes, everything will be better this way.
People will look up to the stars and yonder,
Leaving them to ponder,
stumbling and mumbling.......
oh my, it's a crow.....nah a jet,
maybe a big black diamond baguette,
wailing through the sky
And me, I'll just look down and reply,
No sweetheart it's me
Miss slick......you know
That real smart chick
Uppity yup, Hoppity Hip
Up hear in my fruity fantasy
I'm where it's at
Cruisin and Bluisin
In my big black Cadillac
Now we glide into a world truly unknown,
Where raindrops poor as foam
Im swimming in bubbles as large as my brain
Floating in bubbles with soil as red as red wine
Awww watch out nah!
Me and big black speedin in flight.
Bronze views and blue sights.
Passion lies in the strawberry colored hills,
Where the sand is gray,
Sun and Moon stay
Slaving like and unmoved like Zombies
Come hurdling Blue winded stunamis
When the sun sets at the top of the sky
This is what we visualize, when we fly
Miss slick
Adventurous chick
And my side.kick Big Black
My big black Caddylac.
Want Love
Pitter patter goes my heart,
sweet sapper fills the cracks,
with feelings of joy & laughter
of the love im seeking after.
Weeping after....
Sometimes I miss him,
other times i cant stand him
wants to be more involved but
live on his own planet.
I never planned it
would go down like this
But love in its essence
and strength is priceless
I can move forward
toward a better way
I can move onward
to live a better day
So when time comes
I can fix my mouth to say
my darling I love you
Forever and always
See-me-do!
Shout outs to Richard Walls/Pure Music & Jamally 'Mal AKA Negrodamus,
Good Times, good times! I love ya'll no matter how much you test my nerve.
Had a magnificent time with Aye Lifestyle CEO & Personality Ally Bea. Thanks for the vid sis! Also, check out my new blog posts every Mon., Wed., and Fri., and not to forget Rat Pack Radioshow every Friday 9-12 Central @
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