Blue Lines Blog – Poetry – Poems – Prose

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Blue Lines, Broken Messes, Destruction, Key Yemaya Walker, Poem, poetry, Prose, Truth, YOU

At the end, it always damn comes back.

Broken Messes

My smile grew dim,
I saw my demise,
What I could give then,
I’m not sure I can now,
Levity,
Intelligence,
Weariness,
It’s getting old,
She said YOU always won,
True,
She said YOU’d always win.
No,
My hope for me, I can’t share,
Our space to vast,
Our wants not the same,
Our lives, too wild,
We’ll kill each other,
Because of who we are…broken…

Destruction…

I wanted to,
I needed to,
I loved to,
I didn’t believe in YOU,
I believed in YOU,
I could with YOU,
I realized I’m destroying YOU,

YOU’re not for me,
YOU’re my Twin,
YOU’re bad for me…us,
YOU can’t love me,
YOU’d settle for me,
YOU’re destroying YOU,
YOU’re destroying me,

I’d thought we could love, but we’re broken,
I used to think we can fix,
Our
Mess
Of
Us…

Our lives intersected,
Thrice,
Does it die hear,
Do we die later on…

Do we fix?

Truth
I looked back at what I thought,
YOU looked back at what I said,
I looked at actions,
Inconsistency is what we were,
I knew I didn’t, but hoped I still could,
How do two matching pieces not fit,
Our dreams and wishes were in different places,
YOU missed,
I missed YOU,
…
…
…
Not me…

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Blue Lines Blog – Album Review – Watch The Throne – Jay-Z and Kanye West

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Album Review, Angie Martinez, Atlanta, Bad Boy Records, Beyonce, Big Daddy Kane, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Bridgeport, Connecticut, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Key Yemaya Walker, Lonnie Liston Smith, Marcy Projects, Myla Wyndham, New Jersey, New York, OutKast, Q-Tip, Ralph McDaniels, Sean Carter, Show & Prove, Shyheim, The Notorious B.I.G., Tracey Lee, Watch the Throne

It was a late fall day in Bridgeport, Connecticut listening to Angie Martinez on Hot 97 in New York. The days were short, and the sun began to set in the gritty northeastern city around 4 pm, just before the end of class, but making it very dark before dinner. Night I vaguely remembered from a childhood stint in New Jersey. At the time Wu-Tang still ran the local airwaves, along with Biggie and Bad Boy remixes. I infected the campus with the hometown sounds of Outkast, but this night, the light piano of Lonnie Liston Smith’s “A Garden of Piece,” wrapped this amazing opus from an unknown artist we had last seen on an appearance on Big Daddy Kane’s “Show & Prove.” Believe me I know, being a Wu-Tang fan from high school, I knew tracks they or affiliates, Shyheim, appeared on.

Again, I first heard the amazing “Dead President’s” which eventually accompanied the B-Side track, “Ain’t No,” closed out my tenure in school up north, as I thought I was listening to another underground regional artist the likes of Tracey Lee, Akinyele, etc. my homegirl waited, as I affected, sat and listened to the entire track, likely penning something as we most likely left her room, my hideout, before eventually landing at Famous Pizza.

Later, he would release an album, I heard that Biggie had appeared on the track, and my friend Myla Wyndham who was a buyer at Tower Records told me he was coming to the store. As a good friend and I attended, we walked past the empty table, scanned the album, laughed and then waving to her, I left, knowing I would see her during another visit. Little did I know.

Beginning school again in Atlanta, I befriended a pure Atlanta resident, who would play, “Reasonable Doubt,” nonstop. It was then that my appreciation grew for this unheralded artist. At this same school, I would meet the same girl that our conversation consisted of, the obvious as Reasonable Doubt played in her car as she dropped me off at Marta.
“Do you like Jay-Z?” I tried to break the ice.
“Yes,” she simply stated.

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – The Pharcyde – “Otha Fish (LA Jay Remix)”

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Blue Lines, California, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Key Yemaya Walker, Music I Like, Otha Fish, Otha Fish (LA Jay Remix), Remix, The Pharcyde

Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that you know
Yeah, and I bet you got layed back
Yeah, I’ma uh, I’m a just sit in here for a couple of hours
Man, don’t sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude
Oh no, I’m kinda tired
Nah, we got a basket, we’re gonna fill this basket before we go, yo
Aight, bro
Cause there are otha fish…

[Slim Kid Tre]
It took a second to register up in my branium
My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium
My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin
I had to creep through the hound-dogs that were stalkin
This slimmy caught me peepin, this means she wasn’t sleepin
on who I was, so she crept in like a hawk
In a minute’s time, we adjourned to the floor
Ooh! I hit a high note cause of the way that she was walkin
We got into the groove, I didn’t bust no, uh, hip-hop moves
I just kept it nice and smooth
Next thing you know, we got together, word, I thought we’d be forever
Didn’t have an um-ber-ella, now I’m soaked in stormy weather
whether two birds of a feather fly or fall it’ll be together
Never sympin, and leave your love life limp
There’ll be no suicide attempts for this slim-trim kid
Cuz you know there’s otha fish in the sea, that is, in the sea
In the sea that is

(Chorus 3X)
(In the sea) You know there’s otha fish in the sea that is