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*~See Me~*: November 2010
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Thursday, November 4, 2010. When he touches me. I can feel his heart beat pulsating through the lifeline embedded on his palms. So I trace over his tempo,. In the hopes I can understands his lyrics. Palms pressed like prying pyramids he tells me ours are identical. He inhales and to me it sounds like music,. Like love ain’t never really felt like this. Our first kiss,. But ask him and he’ll tell you it sounds like my name. He says he likes my lite. Says I sashay like I have turn tables in my hips,. I hav...
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KORIM... explaining TWO, defining ONE: June 2006
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1024x768 535 20 200. KORIM explaining TWO, defining ONE. THIS ART is a gift and THIS GIFT is an art and I'm a SPOKEN WORD ARTIST from my soul to my heart I feel honored and blessed to have gotten what I've gotten through and you should feel honored and blessed for you've just been SPOKEN TO. Monday, June 12, 2006. Please take a listen. Http:/ www.myspace.com/korimthepoet. Posted by KORIM @ 8:18 AM. View my complete profile. I Hate to Cry. My brother, Relentless. There can be only one. Angel, Fallen or Not.
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KORIM... explaining TWO, defining ONE: For Momma
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1024x768 535 20 200. KORIM explaining TWO, defining ONE. THIS ART is a gift and THIS GIFT is an art and I'm a SPOKEN WORD ARTIST from my soul to my heart I feel honored and blessed to have gotten what I've gotten through and you should feel honored and blessed for you've just been SPOKEN TO. Tuesday, March 28, 2006. I've seen angels fly. Across dark brown skies. Everytime tears fall from her eyes. I mean, can you imagine what it's like to see an angel cry. And I know that I'm only a man. Momma, I love you.
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KORIM... explaining TWO, defining ONE: Outcast Suicide
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1024x768 535 20 200. KORIM explaining TWO, defining ONE. THIS ART is a gift and THIS GIFT is an art and I'm a SPOKEN WORD ARTIST from my soul to my heart I feel honored and blessed to have gotten what I've gotten through and you should feel honored and blessed for you've just been SPOKEN TO. Wednesday, April 05, 2006. Nothing but a dark spot on an all white plain. Shunned and left out. An outcast simply because she was not the same. No one to wallow in her sorrows. Or accompany her in her pain. And what ...
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*~See Me~*: May 5th (Birthday)
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Sunday, January 10, 2010. He sings to me sometimes…. And I’ll remember him like labor pains,. 2 fingers pressed between pelvis and thigh,. You use to sit here. Just outside of healthy,. But you followed mommy’s foot steps,. Became a pipeline dreamer like your father. I guess you got stuck in the plumbing,. And I told myself that I wasn’t ready to be a mother anyway. Made excuses not to mourn you. Told myself to listen to my doctor,. There was nothing that could be done,. I would die if I kept you. Funny ...
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*~See Me~*: Memories....
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Sunday, February 14, 2010. I remember who we use to be…. Memories keep re- playing with my mind,. Hit like back spasms. Stuck on repeat like the playlist we use to make love to. And I wonder if you still even remember how my skin feels…. How my hair smelled…. Remember how interlocked fingers made hearts invincible,. But this grip slipped. I never claimed to be perfect,. And I will be the first one to say that I’m sorry,. It’s so hard letting you go…. But I guess now I have to. Or how NOT to be the victim.
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*~See Me~*: How He Use To
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Monday, February 1, 2010. How He Use To. You look at me kinda like how he use to. Eyes wander carefully as if you molded this sculpture personally. I’ve caught all of your glances. And I will ask you please…. Do not call me queen. I will just sing you heartache. You touch me beautiful…. But history has built wall greater than those of China,. I’m sorry,. This won’t be easy. I’ve watched you from day one. Echoes through my head. Resounds off of the inside of my temples like choir songs on Sunday,. I can&#...
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*~See Me~*: A Musical Affair
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Thursday, November 4, 2010. When he touches me. I can feel his heart beat pulsating through the lifeline embedded on his palms. So I trace over his tempo,. In the hopes I can understands his lyrics. Palms pressed like prying pyramids he tells me ours are identical. He inhales and to me it sounds like music,. Like love ain’t never really felt like this. Our first kiss,. But ask him and he’ll tell you it sounds like my name. He says he likes my lite. Says I sashay like I have turn tables in my hips,. I hav...
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*~See Me~*: December 2009
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Sunday, December 27, 2009. My touch is toxic. Everything I hold between these hands is instantly my entity. My hands have meticulously inspected each grain of sand that. Father Time fucked Mother Nature on. So now they know exactly how a super nova feels. When suspended between natural explosions. These palms preliminarily produce predominately progressive prophecies. They know the secrets of secrets. Mastered the art of being mysterious,. Encrypted and gifted,. Toxic and oh so talented. So be easy….
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KORIM... explaining TWO, defining ONE: May 2006
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1024x768 535 20 200. KORIM explaining TWO, defining ONE. THIS ART is a gift and THIS GIFT is an art and I'm a SPOKEN WORD ARTIST from my soul to my heart I feel honored and blessed to have gotten what I've gotten through and you should feel honored and blessed for you've just been SPOKEN TO. Monday, May 22, 2006. You remind me of the stars. You are light in my night skies. I see the moon in your eyes. If I could lay you down on a bed of clouds. And have angels massage your feet. I would do it in a. And t...
