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Spoken Word – Standing Room Only
Posted by StevieD on March 12, 2012
https://stevenrandolph.wordpress.com/2012/03/12/spoken-word-standing-room-only/
Spoken Word – Real Man Fantasy
REAL MAN FANTASY_2MAR2012 (G-Rated Version)
C’mon bruh! You still live with yo momma, and unless she’s the one… that’s keeps it hard with a lick… Then I don’t even need to hear about the size of your stick…. Cause it has no bearing on the conversation that I wanna deal wit’. Which is, your claim over how much…. of a REAL MAN you are Even though every time we holla… yo butt is out at the bar. You see, I’m not a lonely female who is so easily persuaded By your L.L. lip lick and the pec muscles you flick… Your pretty-boi dance moves , Or your new baller shoes. So…. You can stop all of that.. I’m not remotely convinced It gets you nowhere with me…. So just get off the fence Between child- and man-hood ….it’s not a good look It’s time for you to man-up and have your reality shook. And yea, I think I’m being ever so slightly judgmental, But it’s about time somebody shared with you..you must be plagued with something mental ‘Cause when you are over twenty-five and you have no degree, You have No home that you’ve purchased and you still live rent free, Then, you need to be measured, it’s part of the price you pay For living the life you have chosen to live called… The Real Man “Fan-ta-say”…. Say What??? I can’t stand that Your dreams are built on the backs of those who really love you.. Taking advantage with a promise of… “You give me one I’ll give you two…” “After I make it of course”, WE all in this together, ‘cause there is no divorce. ‘Cause you don’t marry your momma, your sista or yo girl, You string everyone along for the dirt you do called pearls True, pearls take a long time and then they still must be found and harvested And since you’ve never even planted you will always be starving Starving for attention. for money, even for fame. And the lies you live your life upon keep you perpetually lame. You know?….Disabled…difficult…., weak… and ineffectual, But you can’t even see it ‘cause your strength is just sexual . I knew you didn’t know the meaning cause that’s too intellectual For you to bother with vocabulary that you will live but never speak. Can’t even name how many times you’ve punched a clock beyond 8 weeks. Oh, and the lil soapbox you like to stand on with all your brothahood pride Keeps you visible as the icon of the Black-man’s plight Fist power raised for the brothas, who are down for “THE FIGHT” Of being held down by “The System”….held back by “The Man”…. Everything you do is a fight against your awesome master plan That says you would do better, could do better , should be better.. IF Folks just got outta your way and let you spread your wings for cheddar. The real truth is you’re doing what you do ‘cause it works For brotha’s like you who don’t really wanna work.. Hard from the bottom to achieve what’s at the top Starting with a bucket full of bleach water and the rag-tail mop. But mopping floors will breed the integrity and the work ethic you lack For you to build your empire that buys the Benz and the ‘Lac. I’m all for you chasing the dreams as they develop from the start But I refuse to watch you use my women for even a small part Of your Manipulating Fantasy-trip…through this life full of REAL MEN Who don’t just dream it… but we do it… and we do it from our heart! So wake up now young man….It not hard to achieve The things you want out of your life based on what you believe What matters the most… is that you never forget This may be the last time…it may be your last chance So, make investing in you count…. Make loving on you worth Supporting your dream to be as valuable as your first birth. You are not just a fantasy…a figment of our imagination You are the promise, the backbone of the next generation. We Real Men will stand with you… ‘cause one can teach one…. We Real Men will Love you….As A Father Loves His Son. Submitted By: Steven D. Randolph – aka StevieD —- #basictruthPosted by StevieD on March 2, 2012
https://stevenrandolph.wordpress.com/2012/03/02/spoken-word-real-man-fantasy/
Spoken Word – GOODBYE
Goodbye – 27-FEB-2012
I promise I’m not really bitter, You’ve just left a bad taste in my life. I’ll forget your shallow promises… The “How you would Be, if you were my wife”… That’s probably NOT gonna happen now. It’s just your fairytale. I’m certain you will replace my energy…with some desperate henpecked male… I’m certainly not the one, Who can fulfill your twisted need To control THE MAN who you say you love Who’s clearly not your son. You see, the randomness of your consistency is not consistent at all With the balance that I require to release to you my heart’s all. The only thing I can count on is the frequency of your life’s many battles The “I’m sensitive over this”, and the “I’m upset over that”, it’s like the nuisance of a Baby’s rattle. Just background noise that indicates YES, you’re awake and occupied No signs of your desire for any resolute truth, You just wanna be pacified. So… Here…. Stick THIS in your mouth! I’ve raised all my kids! I refuse to manage insecurity that’s wrapped up neatly in your low self-esteem. I’ve done that before, and I adamantly swore I’d go to HELL before I rewind that scene! I know I have a list of things required of a wife for me But, that doesn’t make a difference if I never can be free Of my own past hurt and sufferings that clearly was meant to be As an opportunity for personal growth and relationship maturity. So, I guess what I’m really saying is… “Okay we gave it a try” As God is in heaven, I do believe in his divine destined-eye That new from my beginning, what the purpose would eventually be For my choosing to explore romantic love with you and now needing to say goodbye. Steven D Randolph – aka StevieDPosted by StevieD on March 1, 2012
https://stevenrandolph.wordpress.com/2012/03/01/spoken-word-goodbye/
SPOKEN WORD- Love Triangle
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How did I even get here? What twisted, animalistic, complicated set of events aligned with the stars and brought this to be?
Me, a man secure in who I am…. realizing that I’m in a love of three…
ME….SHE….and….HE.
I’m confused. But I don’t know why I feel like It’s a choice.
Caught in the middle of this emotional war
who deserves the privilege of loving my heart more, ME…SHE… OR HE?
Since the first moment we met, I knew I’d have a flow with her always
She is the epitome of heavenly beauty, so gentle and carefree.
She is intelligent, and caring, not overly emotional and can handle the worst, the very worst of me.
The love she brings to me is pure without any jealousy. I don’t know a woman alive that just
Wants me to be the man I wanna be.
And Yet… there is HE! I met him when I met her never thinking that
He is the man that I long to be
Confident, secure, possessing 100% masculinity.
A Man’s man to man to all that know him
Somehow this feels precisely what was destined for me in the creation’s master plan
I’ve never seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed beg bread,
So as a child of the king I pray to the Lord to navigate this triad.
My expectation was he’d make me choose and thereby making my heart to ache
But instead he gave me a liberty command to embrace all that I could take
HE SAID: “Honor thy father and mother that thy days may be long on this earth”
Give respect to the gentleness destined to give me life thru labored child-birth
So, I don’t have to choose, I can love them both with all that is within
Despite what you thought this love was about, this triangle love is not sin.
Momma and Daddy this 3-point affair started over 45 years ago
Never once have you considered, at least to my face, saying…”boy you have to go”
You’ve chastised me, you’ve advised me, Given me much more than I could ever ask
So I stand her tall…as a proud man wall declaring ALL IN THIS WORLD THAT WE HAVE
I don’t have to choose, I don’t have to lose, I can stay in this trinity
I can love you with everything that’s in my heart… this love of ME…SHE… and HE!
Dedicated to Isaac and Annie Randolph, My Love Triangle
Posted by StevieD on February 24, 2012
https://stevenrandolph.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/spoken-word-love-triangle/
Spoken Word – I Celebrate You!
P5_I CELEBRATE YOU_08SEP2011 (Edited)
4:05am (Completed 19-SEP-2011 2:06pm)
FOREWORD: This piece was a release of all that was within me. I am happy to say, once I articulated and regurgitated this, I became free from its bondage!
I celebrate you good woman for all that you bring
Not caught up in status or in material things.
You possess spirit from heaven as if you’ve just left HIS throne
And your mere presence in my house makes it more than just home,
You make it my place of rest!
I reminisce of the sensual times that we’ve shared
In the bedroom, in the kitchen and most memorably the stairs.
It’s not just been spasms with cosmic orgasms
But penetration so deep I created a chasm
That even to this day I fondly explore… although, if just mentally since I have you no more.
I have no regrets for the path that I’ve taken
It’s been an unexpected and expensive vacation
From all that I knew and trusted within
Except the crack in our relationship that allowed the sin
To move into the space that once was so well protected
Now it has completely and eternally been infected….
With the cancer of infidelity!
It started with one trip with your girls to the beach
I never imagined the impact or even the reach
That a single red-rose tatted upon your ample breast
Would ignite my distrust and impede my nocturnal rest.
For even though it’s your body and you can do what you will
No prior discussion was offered to attempt to be-still…
My heart…from believing the madness which had just begun
And that you would choose to love anotha and still call me hon.
Fake { }!
I admit that I was hurt, I was angry, and I was sad
The realization that I could never, ever be as my Dad…
Married with children and grandchildren too
Still loving the lil momma who once was just his boo…
Now… Boo…you’re just freakin scary!
Like the nightmare on my street
You’re reduced to a trick who gives away all MY TREATS.
Tom, Dick and Harry… well, those weren’t their real names…
Hell what difference does it make…’cause not one of them stayed
Soon after we divorced and when it didn’t even matter
All them motha-suckas picked-up they S!@#!$ and scattered.
Leaving you alone with the promises they conveniently broke
Your spirit permanently shaped like the tools that you stoked.
That’s why the words that you speak are full off “isms” and “cisms”
And you don’t have happiness ‘cause of all the competing jism
That swirls within your love box on any given day
It will take more than Massengale to remove that stank away.
Cause your decision left a stain that will always remain
In your life, heart and spirit until you can proclaim
The truth behind your choice to break our marriage vow
Remember that one…. With the background “Here and Now”?
“Good God almighty, what have I done… “
Famous last words from my former hon.
So don’t try to call and complain about the brothas
Who played you…while they layed you, as you cheated on anotha…
Me… your husband!
You are my responsibility no longer
And I think I want my rib back
I refuse to be encumbered or even give up my stack
‘Cause all my cash is mine to do as I will
I just hope you have enough money to get back on the pill
I’m stronger, I’m wiser, I’m better than before
And… now I know and understand the spirit you bore
Was insecurity wrapped up neatly in your low self-esteem
And None of this infidelity was even about me.
You gave up the best…sweetheart….. and you shall remain alone.
Accept all your choices that destroyed your balanced home.
And even when you hook up with anotha brotha’s ministry
We both know that deep inside you will always remember ME…
I celebrate you good woman ‘cause you taught me a life lesson
I now know I can have… a fulfilled life…. Less….one.
Stevie-D (Steven D Randolph)
Posted by StevieD on February 20, 2012
https://stevenrandolph.wordpress.com/2012/02/20/spoken-word-i-celebrate-you/
Spoken Word – TOUCH ME
Touch Me
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Touch Me… Hold Me… Let your warmth bestow upon me only what I need for now.
I’m not starving, but I am hungry for the love I once tasted before my spirit dwindled down.
Hungry for The Love that makes me weep when I make it
Hungry for The Love that’s strength to my weightiness.
Hungry for the Love that’s invincible to the struggles of life that quake.,,YES….
I am strong but this trouble’s been with me far too long
And now has overtaken my innocent view of Love….and You. That feels so wrong.
So, I am left with a love that’s fake and shallow
Devoid of my Heart, so large but hollow.
I’m left with a heart that’s full of alphabetic fear….
Fear of “T” – TRUST
Fear of “R” – REJECTION
Fear of “I” – ISOLATION
Fear of “C” – COMMITMENT
Fear if “K” – KINETIC INTIMACY
I’m Left holding the devil’s TRICK and… that’s no TREAT!
My GOD, why have you allowed this destructive fear to reside within me?
What possible task in your master plan could make THIS the answer be?
You created me Man in the Eden Gar-den
With dominion and authority
Now I feel less than he who can conquer it all
I dwell on my deficiency.
You said ” be fruitful “, I Did!
You said ” multiply”, I Did!
You said “Don’t touch”, She Did! Well, then I did. Ok. We did. Not Good. Very Not Good.
So I ask myself again,
My GOD, why have you allowed this destructive fear to reside within me?
What possible task in your master plan could make THIS the answer be?
And, like always your answer was ordained and preset, just waiting on my needs to completely be met
By… your word. Holy.
For your Word says Perfect love casts out all fear
So perfect the love that draws me nearer
To you… and only you.
But, I’m alone and sometimes lonely. I need body-heat that satisfies the longing of my heart, the creativity of my mind and the titillation of my man-meat… I NEED A WOMAN!
But what will it cost if I turn from your perfect love to embrace a love that’s cheap?
Some days…I don’t even care so you place YOUR Grace on sale
And I purchase much needed rest and peace. Thanks!
I want to be your follower because your son has paved the way.
I long to be a worshipper in truth and spirit always.
This struggle within me, reminder of humanity, makes walking this journey so keen
As much as I love, honor and adore you, the lack of HER love makes me mean…ingless.
I’m not obsessed, depressed or possessed, Oh, I vividly see what’s for me.
To be loved by her and still embraced by you,
My God, My Savior and King.
So, Touch my mind so that it is more like yours
Hold my heart and and re-open the doors that allows perfect love to flow in.
For to be carnally minded is not in your will and to be alone without you would be my sin.
Grant me my desire to be loved by her, the wife that knows you first.
Allow me to find the queen of my life, she who has already been birthed
Into your kingdom, full and free….
Just Waiting…just waiting for ME to be…. Touched… By… YOU!
….And that’s that piece!
StevieD – Steven D Randolph
Posted by StevieD on February 18, 2012
https://stevenrandolph.wordpress.com/2012/02/18/spoken-word-touch-me/
Spoken Word – A BROTHA LIKE ME
A BROTHA LIKE ME
15-JUN-2011 – Virgin Piece – (SPOKEN WORD)
Just admit it babygirl…. You can’t compete.
You can’t compete to attain the likes of the much sought afta’ and rarely celebrated “good black man.”
Spending more energy systematically cutting him down than spiritually building him up.
Ever so willing to take, but unable to forsake the generational curse which yo’ grand-momma’s momma conspired to create….so…Go ahead and Take this… take a seat . No Joke. Sit the Fuck down. …
‘cause You are not ready for a brotha like me!
Why? Cause you’ve got plenty of drama sagas that you and you’re girl like to tell…. to colorfully masquerade the truth of your absent male. You complain about the brothas who spawn babies and don’t stay. If he refuses to sleep with you ‘cause u so “around-the-way” your response is automatically and emphatically … “He must be gay”!!!
You’re confused about what to do with all the “real men” in jail, and you routinely get pissed when we choose skin milky pale…. Well…Hell…. let’s just say it… when we sleep with white girls!
But what intrigues me the most about your most provocative sales pitch is that not once have you confessed that you possess the spirit of B%$%$.!
Now… pause I must… cause that term is kinda harsh… I gotta momma, 5 sistas and 2-daughters of course…. But B%$%$.! isn’t a word to classify all females… just u lil momma… cause u live by your tail. Big Ass… nice breasts… soft kissable lips… makin’ money by the hour with the sway of your hips. It’s coo if u really need to flow that way… but.. brotha’s like me get turned-on when you 401k — Vested!
See…. You can’t really handle a brotha like me…
Anointed….Intelligent, monogamous and full of so much integrity that you haven’t seen… that it makes the life you choose to live seem cheap….low rent… discount…. Dollar tree….
Don’t fret, Don’t worry… there’s a viable market for that… plenty of men will go down on that high-traffic kitty-cat….while your guts all in a flutter…and your feelin warm and mushy… all he’s thinkin bout is how he got some more skank pussy! But once again, it proves… what is plain to see…
You’re just not ready for a good black man… a brotha like me.
Don’t get me wrong my lady… I’m not angry, I’m not hatin, I’ve not even fully-giving up masturbatin’ ‘cause you think you got me on lock With the sweetness of your cherry goodness and like a lemon you drip, drip, drop all ova a brothas face And make me wish I had a way to feast and taste till the rind of your vagina walls break down and come crashing all around my tongue ..and my face… piercing beyond the depths of the space where the sun never shines…and the moon dares not glow…where many have tried but seldom can go…yeah…that spot ….yo spot..…that “G”- that mystery… ecstasy….fantasy…magically deliciously sweeeeet… Whoa….Dang…..but…hold up….I got caught up…. Before I mess up and give up…. Let me stop….not yet.
Cause there is so much more that you need to know, before you begin to even use your skills to blow….My…P …not my manhood….….. My phone… Blowin my phone up….. tryin to get at me …..for what you think is gonna be a deep-hook in me ….. that you believe will guarantee my choice is thee and I’m reeled in to be your biggest fan-ta-sy…mo money… big stick…family- security…. !
(sing … Don’t wake me…I’m dreamin….”)…. errrrp…commercial break ova ….but… I WILL WAKE YOU cause IM NOT DREAMIN… and I’m not sleep… I need you to get a clue like bo gotta peep….now peep this out…
You ain’t ready for a brotha like me!
Adam Eve…sew my seed… make me flow bring me peace…gotta finish what was started… divine destiny.
You see…Sex is what I’m designed to do. Make love is what I wanna do…but… u… u are just a good luck-Fuck. Like finding a penny you are just like many. And if I don’t pick u up I’ve only lost 1%… Nobody ever cries over a single cent..hell… .”anotha day, anotha dollar” that’s public sentiment.
No shame to the game that you play to hide chronic pain. And you wonder why yo’ kids got 9 last names…. Cause…u were just a good-luck Fuck and now you stuck… with seeds that need a gardener to tend and cultivate…to cause to germinate and grow into lives of splenda that can participate in the beautiful journey called “The Modern Life….…but… your thumb ain’t green… and u mean as hell…poor seeds.. will never grow to be all they can be… not even fit for the U. S. Military….
Unless and until you find a brotha like me.
But finders is not keep-hers… you got it twisted babe…. because we don’t flow like that…we ain’t lookin for maids… you can cook, clean, wash and sex me everyday… but our “good thing” called wife is found, not randomly laid.
Yeah…. I walk in the room… with no hidden agenda and before I get my first drink you scurry and benda- ova….givin me permission to spank it …wank it… hit-it and quit-it… But… I barely know your name… your eye color… your real hair length……Got-Damn shame!
You ain’t ready for a brotha like me.
We ain’t down for all that…. And… before you deny and create the lie that is your Modus-operandi…u need to stop. It aint about me provin to be a “REAL MAN” I can choose or not choose to be daddy to your “…GOT-DAMN clan. You’re their mother. If you want a father stop creepin’ wit bois. If you wanna husband stop playin wit toys that are not meant for you to handle , cause….like the wick on a candle.. they soon will burn the heck out and you will be left with nothing but melted residue of what formerly was light…but…now… is dark…useless…. Unrecognizable… waste. Hear this!
And… That’s… that… Piece… from a “good black man”…. A Brotha Like Me, !
Posted by StevieD on February 18, 2012
https://stevenrandolph.wordpress.com/2012/02/18/spoken-word-a-brotha-like-me/
BASIC TRUTHS by StevieD (Steven D Randolph) 