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SET IT OFF

Color me negative
So, that my Mondays
Paint the whole
Damn week blue.

By brownsugatou
copyright 2011

Wednesday, June 29, 2011 Posted in | negativity | 0 Comments »

Untitled Haiku

Image by Michael Holden via Flickr

Moonlight reveals dreams
Daybreak exposes the truth
Lies light up the sky

Wednesday, June 22, 2011 Posted in | haiku, lies | 0 Comments »

Release me,
And forget me.
I shouldn't have to tell you
How this shit goes.

See the spirit of what we had
Was escorted out of our time and space
By the pallbearers a long time ago.

I feel relief.
Unburdened from your discouraging courage
To love, even when my arms of honesty
Where always there to smother you.
Yet, I allowed you to come up for oxygen
And I mistakenly inhaled the heir of your lyin' reign.

Now that its over, your truth...
You need me even more.
Except,
I am no longer willing to bleed.
My truth?
Is right here in my comfortable paradise
Growing above and beyond you.

Release me,
And forget me.

Sunday, June 12, 2011 Posted in | black love poems, failed love, faithful | 0 Comments »

Homeboy Get Outta My Ear

I was really inspired to write this... sometimes feelings cannot be exhibited due to being at the wrong place at the wrong time - but I was feeling this. Enjoy!

Homeboy Get Outta My Ear

Damn,

The bass in your voice is

Paralyzin' my ears.

You are the Help Desk Techie and

I am the Brownsuga in cubicle world

That got connect-ed to you!

"Now... what is your Workstation ID number AGAIN?"

Oh lord! Please, not today -

A repeat offense AGAIN!

The vibration in that voice

Is causing a war between

My need to maintain

Some professionalism and

Throwing all caution

To the wind.

Let's just say I might get

Wrote up for my untamed discipline!

As I take deep shallow

Breathes between the

Delivery of your words

And calculated pauses.

"Uh...let's see Miss...

I'll try to unlock that password."

Nooo, just stop saying wrappin'

That voice around my ears,

'Cause You know yo' shit sounds sexy.

And I can feel your heat -

You grinnin' ear to ear,

Very aware of the position

You put me in, very aware Of the positions

I thought about being in.

"And your ticket number is..."

Says the voice of soft teasing and kind torture.

"Okay, I have it written down."

Says the brownsuga needing a cold shower..

More than she is needing her job at the moment.

by brownsugatou

Sunday, June 5, 2011 Posted in | "black poetry", Homeboy Get Outta My Ear, sexy voice | 0 Comments »

My Dot Com

This blog still belongs to brownsugatou the poet but is no longer affiliated with brownsugatou.com - all I can do is take it as a compliment. Someone purchased my url brownsugatou.com and is now using it as their own. However, this poet will rock on!

Posted in | brownsugatou, poetry | 0 Comments »

The Roots - How I Got Over

I miss you too ;-) ... Enjoy!

Thursday, April 21, 2011 Posted in | How I Got Over, The Roots | 0 Comments »

Featured Poet: Jonathan Burkett

Happy National Poetry Month! It's been a while, and sometimes I cannot control the time and space in which I update this blog. But enough about me it's National Poetry Month and today's post features author and poet Jonathan Burkett. He's been featured on my blog before and believe me he's destined to keep going places and being an inspiration wherever he goes. Sit down and take a break and immerse yourself in "Destined To Be" by Jonathan Burkett.

"Destined To Be"

In every journey there is meaning

Following growth and understanding

Though every now and then, an individual

Feels as if that predicament has no significance

Along my voyage in life

I have come across dilemma and uncertainty

Feeling Skeptical of whether or not

I was destined to

Desiring now a change in my existence

A new course in life

I have chosen to take

For I wish to no longer, live my life unfaithfully

Repenting for my sins

Taking the time to replenish

To confirm to myself

I was destined to be

Self-reliant in my goals and dreams

I’ve chosen to be, for in life

There is only one which, I can trust and depend on

To be there for me

Respectful, unto others

I’ve chosen to become

No matter the companionship

Others show unto me

On a new course in life, I must now go

Finding prosperity, and not destruction

Finding fellowship, and not revulsion

Finding brightness, and not darkness

Thinking right, and not wrong

And giving love instead of dreadfulness

A change in my life

We will now all see

To show, through all

I was destined to be

Form more information on Jonathan Burkett please visit:

http://www.jonathanburkett.com/
http://www.jonathananthonyburkett.com/

Friday, April 8, 2011 Posted in | Destined To Be Me, Jonathan Anthony Burkett, National Poetry Month | 0 Comments »

When I Stopped Feeling You

When I stopped feeling you,
All of a sudden your lies
Became your truth.
Now my feminine intuition
Is not the only thing that
No longer believes in you.

When I stopped feeling you,
The well of my once glistening insides
Turned dry in the wake
Of your arousing presence.
And my smile proudly walked away
From the now flameless desire
I once had for you!

When I stopped feeling you,
The twinkle in my eyes
Hardened like colored Starbursts...

Me-watching-you-watching-me-watch-you.
Remember that dance?
My gaze is now perfectly
And confidently contained.

Watch me as I smirk and
Admire My New Vision therapy.

When I stopped feeling you,
I loved, loved, loved, on me,
Passionately,
Unabashedly,
Carefree,
And unashamed of the person who ignorantly But, unconditionally loved the idea of we.

When I stopped feeling you,
I erased the feel of you.

Copyright 2011
brownsugatou

Monday, February 14, 2011 Posted in | | 0 Comments »

Freedom Unfulfilled

It IS about me being free,
But, it could be about me - NOT in love.
Because I refuse to lose my soul.
Even if,
I felt protected in our inclusive boundaries.
Even if,
I was put in a chokehold by your loyalty.
Still, I'd roam free.

By brownsugatou
Copyright 2011

Sunday, January 30, 2011 Posted in | love, relationships, stuck | 1 Comments »

I hope...

To get this blog up and running soon. In the words of New Edition, don't count me. Peace and love.

Sunday, January 23, 2011 Posted in | | 0 Comments »

Taking a break from what's right and what's wrong - sleeping with one eye open. However, HE has my back; there I can snuggle up with peace.

Friday, November 12, 2010 Posted in | | 1 Comments »

My words choke. Numb to life but, anxious to double dutch in these pen strokes. My words choke. - brownsugatou

Tuesday, November 9, 2010 Posted in | | 2 Comments »

My laptop was stolen, so I am testing the waters with mobile blogging... :-)

Sunday, November 7, 2010 Posted in | | 1 Comments »

I Love Him, But I Don't Like Him Sometimes

This poem brings a smile to my face for various reasons. Its an oldie but goodie that I've never shared on this blog. It is dedicated to my good friend Cathy and her ex but the content is totally based on my past relationship from 7 years ago a.k.a. the baby daddy years hence the reference to 50's "Wanksta". One day Cathy and I were discussing relationships and she said "I love him but I don't like him sometimes." Yeah, she definitely quarterbacked this piece right here. Enjoy!

I LOVE HIM BUT I DON’T LIKE HIM SOMETIMES:

AN ODE TO CATHY AND JOE:

Witty, smart, handsome, ambitious, and passionate.

A mixture of thuggish, rugged, and smooth - now that’s cool.

A strong family man who loves his three seeds.

There’s some respect for the ex (mother of two seeds).

But he loves and cherishes the “next” (mother of one seed).

Like a God to his universe,

He works the hell out of his 9-5, child support always on time.

And he “dirt hustles” this hip hop shit for family and crew.

But it is he in this piece whose character is being juxtaposed…

And frankly, he can get on my fuckin’ nerves.

Spittin’ venom like Bush the Gangsta but comin’ out like 50’s wanksta.

As I second guess MY feelings, carrying the guilt like I’m doing wrong (?)

He’s the nut-scratchin’-drinkin’-milk-from-the-carton exhibit

At the museum of assholes.

And SOMETIMES his lovin’ can amount to

Two minutes of d**k rubbin’…

Inside my walls of pleasure, in and out like the motion of the ocean…

And, oooooooooooooohhhhh…

It’s like oooooooooooohhhhh…

And it’s all coming back to me now,

As I’m reminded of why I love him but I don’t like him sometimes.

brownsugatou

Saturday, October 9, 2010 Posted in | "black poetry", love hate relationships | 3 Comments »

"The 5 Elements" by Lucky

Hey, hey now! In this post see the video and pay attention to the production. This is a spoken word video, and something kind of different also. This is spoken word artist Lucky breaking down "The 5 Elements", no not hip hop so you really have to listen to this brother's message. This video was produced by my Bro/Cuz, Shannon "Sope" Watson of Sope Productions and IndieHeat.com Do you have a music event that you want covered? He got you! If you need a music video or if you are trying to bring your spoken word piece from the page to the stage to a video music format?... he got you! You'll be hearing and seeing more from Lucky as well as videos from Shannon on this blog and my other blogs in the near future. Let's keep supporting the future pioneers and underground artists in poetry, spoken word, and hip hop!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010 Posted in | Indie Heat, Lucky, numerology, poetry, Sope Productions, spoken word, spoken word videos | 0 Comments »

NON-POETIC POST: It's never too early...

This Bishop Eddie Long mess makes me think about the best advice that someone gave me: "it's never too early to talk to your child about being touched inappropriately." I did when my son was in preschool & at the time his school had given his class a presentation & a booklet on the same topic. Also, make sure your sons know who their Daddy is even if it hurts. Perhaps their longing for a father will not be misguided. I'll end with that... because I know there are so many gray areas here. Just speaking on it today.

Saturday, September 25, 2010 Posted in | fathers, sons | 0 Comments »

"I Thought I Knew Love" - Dwayne Morgan

"Arrogantly, I thought I knew what it was,

But apparently there's

Still so much more for me to learn."

- Dwayne Morgan, "I Thought I Knew Love"

Time to get serious and tone things down just a little with another spoken word piece by Mr. Dwayne Morgan entitled "I Thought I Knew Love". Again, backed by a live band, Dwayne delivers a very heartfelt performance and tribute to the kind of love that must be unconditionally embraced - because you never know when, where, and how you'll be called upon to experience and give love on a much higher level. The real tribute in this performance is to Dwayne's grandmother who also serves as - "the teacher". I won't reveal too much, because I want you to experience this lesson...

Wednesday, September 22, 2010 Posted in | Dwayne Morgan, I Thought I Knew Love, love | 0 Comments »

"Make Hate To Me" - Dwayne Morgan

I just couldn't wait to unravel the contents behind this man's latest spoken word piece "Make Hate To Me" by poet, author, and spoken word artist Dwayne Morgan. "Make Hate To Me"... my own curiosity stayed pleasantly teased up until a few minutes ago just thinking about the possibilities that Mr. Morgan would bring to the table with a title like that. "Make Hate To Me"... "Make Hate To Me"??? This was either going to be wild and sexy or dark and thought provoking. Well, let's just say my co-worker was ABSOLUTELY right when he said, "it could be something sexy". Hate is the new sexy y'all... enjoy!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010 Posted in | Dwayne Morgan, live spoken word, Make Hate To Me | 2 Comments »

When Love Speaks To Me

Come on now, let me get it in…

Stop because it might hurt.

No one will hear,

Unless you THINK its gone hurt?

I know I’m big and all,

No ego.

But you know my reputation.

I can fertilize your garden and

Sprout us some seeds -

Companionship.

Friendship.

Trust.

Faith.

Bliss.

Little brown me’s and

Little brown you's.

Are you ready to do this?

I need you…
To be the example.

Remember my name is Love

And I want you bareback,

Soul-confident and unprotected.

I’ll be gentle

With the walls you’ve erected.

And Miss, its not like we just met.

So, let me slide in,

Be an asset to your universe.

You a class act,

And I want to follow.

Even if I have to wait

For an eternity to burst…

Trust me,

I got you…

Love’s got you.

Sunday, September 19, 2010 Posted in | black love poems | 2 Comments »

Two Stanzas In The Key of He

I never seen

A grown man cry.

But I’ve seen his

Rivers rise -

In his demeanor, misdemeanors,

And four illegitimates

All by Tina.

I never seen

A grown man cry

But I’ve seen his

Rivers rise -

High.

Through his fears,

Through his choices...

See, I listen closely

To them pissed off voices.

Thursday, September 16, 2010 Posted in | a black man's cry, poetry | 0 Comments »

We Have Something In Common... Sike!

"We have something in common..." using my best Whitney Houston voice here but I need a "good" Bobby to help me sing! Alright remember my blog is called brownsugatou: a black woman, her poetry, and then some. Look to the left side bar for links to my poetry. Today's post is in the "then some" category, and is actually quite refreshing... Ladies and gentlemen Macy Gray and Bobby Brown! (That was my Kanye-West-Bush-Don't-Like-Black-People-I-Got-To-Get-It-In voice). Yep, it's 1 in the morning and I have every right to act silly.

Please enjoy this video entitled "Real Love" by Macy Gray and Bobby Brown. This is definitely not Peaches n' Herb, they are riding in their own lane.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010 Posted in | Bobby Brown, Macy Gray | 0 Comments »

My Monday Waters Blues

I thought I heard Erykah Badu's voice covering Muddy Water's (also see below) "Mannish Boy" in this commercial for H & M...

For your pleasure (and its definitely a pleasure for me too because I LOOOOOVE this song) here is a video of the late Muddy Waters singing "Mannish Boy" with the Rolling Stones (Checkerboard Lounge, Chi-Town, 1981)... Ooooooooohhhh Yeah!!!

Muddy Waters on Wikipedia

Monday, September 6, 2010 Posted in | Erykah Badu, H and M, Muddy Waters | 2 Comments »

A Vainglorious Waste

No, no, no... I am not referring to Jill Scott (you know she bad). I was just looking for a regular old image today until I came across this artwork of Jill Scott (Hate On Me) by Steven Lopez from his "After Midnight Series". All I can say is WOW!! The series also includes Tina Turner, Erykah Badu, Chaka Kahn, and India Arie. It somewhat fits my short poem below "Vainglorious Waste". If you really want to read some great poetry that includes true visual inspiration, may I suggest you check out poet Mase Da Ruler at his blog A Ruler's Kingdom. And, learn about his desire, to impact youth with his #WriteOrDie movement.

Artwork by: Steven Lopez - Jill Scott "Hate On Me"

www.aftermidnightsoul.com

Lightweight expression...

On some days,

I tiptoe

Preferring NOT to

Do this dance.

Watch me -

As I strut,

It/you don't exist.

Follow my smirk.

Directions

For Lip prints:

Down the "street" -

(Align ya eyes

Suck it in),

U-turn at

My Thick End.

Sunday, September 5, 2010 Posted in | #TeamWriteOrDie, #WriteOrDie, arrogance, Jill Scott, Mase Da Ruler, pompous, Steven Lopez | 1 Comments »

A Considerate Brotha

“Sista,what is making you happy these days?

What is making you sad, if you ever are?”

Brotha, there is not enough time and space

For you to wait and collect empty

Words that are too translucent

For you to see.

To digest them would be

Akin to you parting the red sea.

Now, if that body of water

Resides between your ears…

Just sit down and listen.

I need you to.

I need you too.

I need you.

Friday, September 3, 2010 Posted in | african american men and women, communication | 2 Comments »

THE END

Just randomly writing today...

"Finish me!" cried this poem.

Dig up all your hopes, dreams, pangs,

Sorrows, first times, and sugar coated secrets.

"Finish me off but leave me

The inheritance of your remaining chapters!"

Unleash your gift, be the lifeline to

Someone's heart, and water down

The embers of their sloooow burn.

"Finish me, but allow the beauty of

Your reincarnated words to

Live eternally through me."

The End...

Monday, August 23, 2010 Posted in | a poem, a poem about the end, The End | 2 Comments »

Nickky Finney "The Greatest Show On Earth"

Love and lack of respect for our sacred places have long hinged on extinction. - brownsugatou

Tuesday, August 17, 2010 Posted in | black women and body image, Nickey Finney, The Greatest Show On Earth | 0 Comments »

"Let's Do It On Up"

It's been a while.... how y'all doin? I hope all is good and well with you. Everyone thank you for the comments while I have been away from this blog. :-)

I'm feeling good this morning! I was on Twitter and I love it when I get a tweet with a poem, a beautiful song, or anything that just makes your day a little brighter. MC Hammer tweeted this song earlier "Let's Do It On Up" - and it put the icing on my cake this morning. It has that 70's soul music vibe to it... makes you wanna grab a partner and do the bump or snap your fingers and say "heeeeeeey" - you know how we do! Enjoy and do it on up! Follow MC Hammer at @McHammer.

Sunday, August 15, 2010 Posted in | MC Hammer | 0 Comments »

What Happened To Me?

I used to be WHOLEHEARTEDLY supported

By DYSFUNCTIONALISM - that’s my fam!

And, yes I still give a damn.

Had my ear to the streets, BEEF,

Love/Love-me-not, knowledge and wisdom.

My heart used to beat box to the

Tune of yours, ours, with OTHERS.

I was quiet, COOL, calm, and

COMPASSIONATE.

What happened to me?

In this new shit - my new ENVIRONMENT,

Class, "face", and race are more

Important than your generosity

And your POTENTIAL for greatness.

I let it BEAT me down.

I now question GOD about

Who’s showing up in my life?
(Audacity at its worse.)

When the toughest challenge

Is finding my CAST in HIS haystack.

What happened to me?

Seriously what HAPPENED to ME?

I spent seven years NOT taking

A hard look at MYSELF.

And I spent SEVEN years NOT

Reaching back, NOT giving back,

And NOT looking back (word to Lauryn)

To the EVIRONMENT

That shaped the UNBREAKABLE me -

That I used to KNOW.

What happened to ME?

Saturday, July 24, 2010 Posted in | self-esteem, self-realization | 5 Comments »

Without He

In a world without He,

Who'd roam the cells of

My thick brown skin,

With those sexy eyes,

Over and over again?

In a world without He,

Who'd gaze at me covertly

As I delicately Picasso my lips...

Mmmmm imagine us interlocked

In a honey brown kiss.

In a world without He,

Who'd mentally rip off my

Baggy grey sweats and

Visualize my soft brown thighs?

The accent of my curvaceous hips?

While entertaining thoughts of my

Sweet potatoe pie?

In a world without He,

Who'd explore the joys of

Karma Sutra with me?

Or the physical pleasure

Of procreating with me?

In a world without He...

I'd lament, cry foul,

And become recklessly weak...

I could never conceive of my

Feminine world remaining

Balanced without He.

Sunday, July 18, 2010 Posted in | beautiful black woman, black man, love | 5 Comments »

Tomorrow Is Not Promised

My uncle sent me a version of this heartfelt message a few minutes ago. Yep, it made me look. Made me think about some amends that I can fine tune in my life. What about you? That friend that calls you more often than you call them, not saying I love you to those that don't hear it enough (its never enough), and just not simply sharing yourself with others. You never know who needs a hug or a hello or who may benefit from your kind words... from your spoken word or poetry. Don't hide love. Read. Read and Share. Read, Share and take Action.

I don't know who the author is but if anyone can shed some light on the origins of this message, please let me know. However, I found this version on the internet by doing a Google search.

"Life is important, Love is important, Tomorrow is

never promised..........

One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold

morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was

struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't

"anymore". No more hugs, no more special moments to

celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more

‘just one minute..’ Sometimes, what we care about the most

gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we

can say good-bye, and say ‘I love you.’

So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when

it's broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for

marriage......And old cars... And children with bad report

cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and

grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it,

because we are worth it.

Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away

or a close friend after divorce. There are just some things

that make us happy, no matter what.

Life is important, like people we know who are special, and

so we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'!

Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now

it's your turn to send this to all those people who are

"keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it, if

you feel that way. Suppose one morning you never wake

up. Do all your friends and family know you love them?

I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week,

and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed,

relationships that needed rekindling, those three words

needing to be said.

Let every one of your friends and family know you love

them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you

would be amazed at what those three little words and a

smile can do. And just in case I'm gone tomorrow....

I LOVE YOU !!

Live today because tomorrow is not promised …"

Saturday, July 17, 2010 Posted in | don't hide love, love | 1 Comments »

Natalie "The Floacist" Stewart

Yep, that Floacist! One half of the duo that makes up Floetry with Marsha Ambrosious (the Songstress). (Floetic, Flo'ology) She's now embarking on her own solo career. Why not share in her new artistic journey.... listen and download. This was previously shared on Twitter by someone on twitter, so I'm most definitely NOT taking the credit for this one. Please enjoy!

Friday, July 16, 2010 Posted in | Floetry. The Floacist, music | 0 Comments »

Bishop Walter Hawkins, 1949 - 2010

I remember when my late grandmother use to sing this song - Sunday morning/Sunday afternoon, hot kitchen, yellow painted walls, food on the stove... "If anybody asks you, where I'm going? Where I'm goooing, soooon.." R.I.P. Bishop Walter Hawkins.

Biography of Dr. Walter Hawkins from Love Center Ministries, Inc in Oakland, CA.

Sunday, July 11, 2010 Posted in | Bishop Walter Hawkins, gospel, gospel singers | 0 Comments »

Writing Prompts: I Just Suck

Okay, so while I am being patient with inspiration I decided to try one (well two) of those writing prompts and share with the world. Sometimes my ish just stinks but, my offline friends know that I'm the master of laughing at my shortcomings. These two prompts are from a website called "The Journal". The first poetry prompt was to write an Anaphora poem. "An Anaphora is "the repetition of a word or expression several times within a clause or within a paragraph". In poetry the repetition of the phrase can be just at the beginning of each line, setting the tone as a meditation or a mantra, or it can be utilized more subtlety within the poem. The poem can be free verse or prose style." This is what I came up with... I have to admit that I wasn't quite impressed at all as this untitled piece came off as more like a call and response piece.

I say I’m damaged goods,

(Damaged goods)

But I’m not for sale,

(No not for sale).

I was just clearing my throat…

While you embezzled my hope.

Actin’ like ya shit don’t stink.

Your love, loves back

Like a dead mink.

I say I’m damaged goods,

(Damaged goods)

But I’m not for sale,

(No not for sale)

You’re damaged goods

(Damaged goods)

Oh what a sale!

(What a sale!)

Sittin’ on the clearance rack

(Clearance rack)

You guessed it,

60 percent off

‘Cause your love is so wack!

This was more like having fun at being wack, but at the same time I was getting my "release" on. We can all relate to being "damaged goods", however I somewhat missed the mark here and created a corny chrous. I hate the feeling of attempting to write a poem that ends up with five different tree branches - basically I have to put more effort and discipline into sticking to the theme of the poem as well as engaging the readers.

The second poetry prompt, was to write a free verse poem using "sparrows". *Sighs* I cheated and used the singular word sparrow - *Shaking my head.* And, I don't know, sometimes I believe having lived with an underground dirt hustler (underground rapper who manufactures his own shit) in my past, I just can't hide the influence even when it sucks.

The vision of my future - so narrow.

Even when my grip is unclenched,

Pendulum swingin’ from this arrow,

I’m gone master this shit -

Raw turbulence can’t obliterate the

Momentum of this sparrow...

Stop the presses, I'm done! I've learned what I've always known - that I express myself better when I write what I truly feel. I'm a rookie poet, but I know I'm not alone here. To be confined by someone else's predetermined space and theme is still a challenge for me. No need to elaborate... this is for the rookie poets out there, I'm still trying.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010 Posted in | poetry, writing prompts | 3 Comments »

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