Venus Vixen

I've discovered a Venus Vixen over myspace dot com
& this would be the most interesting default
I've come across by far
Profound sense of imagery
holds the ability to express lyrically
Set aside the thoughts of "just another friend request"
and indulge in my cyber chemistry
Meet me on mars
and engage yourself in intellectual intimacy
we can smoke blunts and watch the earth rise.
carve our names in the planet sand
& converse every fact with held in our minds.
Late night cyber gazing
I've come across a Venus Vixen
Such a creature undiscovered on planet mars
A blemish undetected: an urben exotica at large
not to mention...
possess the mind of a complex question mark
which seems to be a reflection of mines
The young Martian joins me on mars for a second time
and absorbs my world like music a rhyme
penetrate my thoughts with a day dream i cant define
come with me to mars lovely Martian
come natural, in the sense, you are the most divine

Heart Beat.

Incompetent to your desires.
Dagger my heart with your thrash of sin.
From your lips to mines.to the hearts of many men.
Collaborate the onomatopoeia of our chest thumps.
bump.
In rhythm.We love as one.
thump.thump.
Until an unset heart beat; threw yours off rhythm.
thump.CLUMP.thump
Leaven the only heart i have to beat alone.
as one. not whole.
When I've come so comfortable to matching yours. & now yours i long.
My ear act as a stethoscope and uncover your layers of love.
Despite The layers of distraught. Morality and plan discomfort of forth coming...
Your heart beat is the only melody I've been humming.
Slow dance with my arms wrapped around myself.
close my eyes & wipe my tears. and in the horizon your there to help.
Silence in graze. Cause we have the same tune in our hearts.
As if our every step had been marked.
swift so lovingly. together

thump.CLUMP.thump


I wouldn't let god take you away from me if he called for your beauty today.
So what makes you consider that I'm letting you go so simply to the devil and left to be hazed?
No sweetheart. Its only a phase.
Only way I'll ever forget you is if i caught a case of Amnesia.
But even then. If you told me we were once lovers.
Your beauty would reassure me. Falling in love with you would be the procedure.
Even if i were cast to another planet.In a world unknown.
I'd somehow find you, on a journey prolonged.
and fall in love with you in a different language.
If i died today.
I'd give you wings so you could come and visit me in your dreams.


You are Still the actress to my perfect Love Tale.
The image in every word. of every love song.
You'll always be my first love.
with layers of Fatigue raisin Prestige...
how could i let you slip through my sugar scented fingers? [smirk]



With all this love. I'll let you go.
& i hope i can draw the perfect map. To redirect myself to your heart.
Until then. Leave me here to suffocate softly.
My Love for you wont allow me to reguide my foot steps to another love.
I'll wait for you.
as long as you do too.
thumb.CLUMP.thump.

16 Bars Of Coke

Tell me can you identify the black lies in the straight white crack lines
Sniffed up through you finger-tips
And stored inside of your memory of vocals/
Identify the cooperated drug dealers/ using/ drug lyrics/ to sell their/ Drug Music
The cooperation Divide’s 16 bars into/ 3 simple sections
Drugs. Sex. And Money
4 kids put together 4 dollars / Multiply there 4 by 4
To hear that/ 16 bar poison poem/
Divide yo childs mind into 3 complex sections /
Drugs.Sex and money
Flip verses only to poison the young heads
By explaining how they/ smoke acres of weed/ flaunt they bling
Hold they dicks and/ and rap on how they/
Load they nines and/
Throw some d’s on that bitch/
And/ by age nine../ ma brotha knew every single line
You see. Big time cooperation’s realized/that/with time/ their code name for crack/
Would be identified/ and harmonized off the lips/ of/ every child under the age of 12
Hypnotized my generation into thinking/
In order to be the shit/ you gotta be a pimp/to that/ white girl. white girl.
Man/ Believe`n in every word they favorite rapper told them so
My future black business men trade in there books for coke/
Trade in their skateboards for crome/
Thinking education can wait for so long/cause
TRUTH IS.
Selling coke/ keeps the lights on/
And /Learning something real is much harder then becoming addicted to something new/
Addiction gives the weak something to do/
…when there bored./
and you see/
Music/ is much more addicting then weed/
so when parents try to find the reasons why they children is so demonized/
they doing drugs and haven sex/ buying nines and nothing less/
they cant find the reason why/ cause its stored in their childs mind/
thats where the demonized lyrics of music lives/
no telling what kindda lyrics they is./
you see you got rap telling kids to slap they bitches/
and rock telling you to slap yo mama /
and all that together drugs of the drama/
everyone is tryna grow up to be dope.!/
but the dope boys aint on the corner no mo
they in the studio/laying down a dope 16 bar study guide /
JUST to Guide/ ma niggahs behind bars/
whitney said crack is wack so they cant go back to the block/
when theres no one there to cop the rocks
Damn RAp music!
took ma poets and transformed them into rappers
Trade they souls for G's
Signed ma niggahs to Death Row and forgot all about youth speaks
Man./ ma nigga's forgot about the true hip hop days/
forgot about they flow sessions in the pissy project hallways/
Big chains/to determine just how big they pride was/
silence creeps in them brown-stone hallways where god sent his blessings down in lyrical sound waves./
sending messages to teach us thru our fingers/
but now/ that hallway/ has been transformed into the white mans buisness office/
where he calls up ma niggahs and give them bogus rap offers./
and every once in a while that white man can still smell the piss that lingers./
can still hear the vocals written from out fingers/
hip-hop is not dead.
rap music was just born/
cause wen niggahs go from not haven to getting/
its a money thanksgiving./
cause as soon as ma nigga make it/
they get themselves a limo complete with a white driver/
just to drive them down the wrong direction of false dreams/
and/ liven the life of exstacy and paper chasen/money makin.booty shaking/
white girls on the side of there main squeeze/
love to hear the crowd scream/they name
and
all because once apon a time they favorite rapper told them so./
and when that limo takes them to they final destination
they see they at the end/and cant think of one thang postive to say
when/ its there time to say goodbye/
after spitting 16 bars of coke to young kids/
and/
rapping about they 16 bars of straight white crack lines.
then thats when ma niggas can finally identify
ever last Black Lie they've cried.

Year of the Lo---homosexual?

dont lie.

o7 was the year of the Gays. it seems as if every girl i once knew was bicurous or some ridiculous shit like that. girls that were in middle school were posting bisexual on there myspaces and these studs. oh em geeee. were growing out of control. The rainbow kids were horrid. it was like rainbow was the new gucci; i swear girls had the rainbow earrings.the rainbow belt,the shoelaces the undieeees. hats, shirts, head bands,scruchies, man the list could go on. and the sad thing about it is, they'd wear all the items listed above all at the same time. noooo good. thats a definitely a fashion FUCK NO!

i feel as tho, when you are TRUELY homosexual and its not because of the phase; you dont have to go around flauting with rainbow attire and when someone approches you "hey whats your name?" MY NAME IS SO & SO AND IM GAY! no. thats not what it is. i feel like an real homosexual does not have to convince the world. Power lesbians i guess you can call them. Or just secure people. hm. maybe. no need to convience someone that your something that you ARE.

am i right? or wrong. tell me im wrong. i'll just prove YOU wrong again.

but im just saying. When your comfortable in your skin theres no need to convience or overly flaunt the image that you are TRYING to pretray. its getting pretty ridiculous if you ask me.

its a lifestyle not something to just try cause its the new trend. ew.

thats soooo wack.

be yourselves kids. you'll live life alot easier.

....but im just saying.

brittney spears up in this hoe.

sometimes you have to say.

FUCK IT.

[excuse my french.]

But i dont care if brittney spears was sniffing coke on stage. i would still love her. she did get wack out on us there for a second.

it started out with the kiss on stage with madonna. oh em geee. is she gay?

WHO CARES.

then she stole star man. lol. personally i thought that was kida...hmmm.funny/sad. ha. i mean, geesh. if your man is able to be snatched, he aint worth having.right?

but then she started doing drugs and shaved her hair and i was like aawww. brittneeey.come on now.

but i wont even front, i was still on demand watching her videos. i downloaded her CD and it was awesomeeee.so i went to target and bought it.

you know. i think sometimes the media puts a persons bad traits in the media so much more then the good.

you never seen pics of her feeding her children. but you'll see a pic of her driving and the baby crying in the back.

you never saw britt when she was dressed nicely doing something.

you only saw her drunk after the club.

grrrrh. you go in the club nice and come out drunk sometimes. geeeesh.get over it.

they made such a big ordeal of her going in the bathroom with no shoes (even tho that is pretty gross) but poeple we're definitely ODing on her status.

on her nutssss.

when she won those awards on the VMA's i was hype as hell.

like [solider boy voice] ymmmmm. brittney spear up in this hoe.

i dont own prioritys.

Basketball is creating this 18 year old with a body of a 70 year old world war 3 honor solider out of me. i swear. if one more item on my body deconstructs. ima be done for good.

my coach thinks she slick. she aint SLICK!! she mentioned last week that once we attend day one of school at the college, we can not. i repeat. CAN NOT transfer and play at another school this up coming season. and well, lately she has been becoming a
B I T C H (str8 up) but only slightly. School doesnt start for another 2 weeks and i strongly feel as soon as we attend our FIRST class. as soon as the teacher marks us "attended" that next practice is gonna be hell.!
omg.

grrrrrh.

The trainers spend all there time with the football players now, since its football season and all, and i havent been able to get my foot and ankle wrapped so its getting all Fucked up again. i was in sooo much pain after practice yesterday, and i KNOW i shouldnt have been in the club last nite. but it was two dollar tuesday! and i was just in the mood to dance. we went to this classy heterosexual club last night. it was interesting. first time there. at the end of the night some high rollers strolled thru and made themselves the center of attention by just freestyling one by one. creating a gap in between the crowd and themselves to hold the spotlight. im like "who is these niggas?" str8 up.
they're dancing and what not and he calls some dude out to battle him and the dude was str8 bitch made. he was like "nah nah nah. im coool" lol. so im like fuck it. if no one else is gonna dance. ima dance! i dont enjoy someone else haven the spotlight if im in the room. (just to be honest) so i vogue into the circle.so a little freestyle.turf a little bit.gig and what not.take it back to the east coast for a second. Chicago style.yes? lol. and the main guy comes up to me after and was like i hella like you swag blah blah blah yadi yadi. gave me a number and got my info and says, yeah im chris brown's dancer/choreographer give me a call. i wanna work with you.
im like. yeah, alright. ima do that. lol. you know i gotta keep it cool.

but eh. i havent danced seriously since i had to choose basketball over the other. besides just being in the club being lame. lol. so this will be interesting.

lately i've been reconsidering my whole shit. as far as life goes and what not.
i dont even know if i wanna play basketball anymore. i just wanna focus on my year without being obligated to only work on the weekends because of hoop. i'd much rather be in the studio recording or in a dance studio learning some sweet moves. but eh. instead im sweating in someones slave gym. only benefit is im going to school for free.but shit. im paying the school back by getting there name out there on a championship level.grrrrrrh.

its frustrating. but on a better note.
im visiting home this weekend. so im uber excited about that.
im still looking for a car.
im about to just cash out big bucks for a new car.but i dont need a car note right now. im 18! geeeesh.
LIFE! cut me a break already.

welcome my damnself.

Blogspot. Yoshi Here. :)

Currently a Livejournal Blogger, but im always interested to see the world from a different prespective.





Let's see.Well my R E A L name is Tori but most people who are familiar with me know me as Yoshi. I answer to both. no worries.


I'll just start with some random things about myself.
not random like i loveeee sushi.
or how i watch young and the restless at 11 am everyday or tivo it.
or im not gonna talk about how im trying to gain 30 pounds by novemeber.
cause thats just silly.

but I had to choose inbetween Dancing and Basketball, both of which hold a great deal of my life. But im here in college playing basketball, so im sure you figured out which i choose.
I lost my scholorship to a D1 school this past april. I fell off my skateboard roming the streets of Berkeley California and broke my entire foot. aaahhhhhh. So im here totally recovered [thank god] at Foothill Junior College in Los Alto's cali. However, im satified where i am right now. i havent rode my skateboard since i broke my foot. for two reasons. 1 after my fall i picked it up and smashed it against a wire pole and secondly because well, that just wouldnt be very smart of me.



i havent been to the music studio in a while. I have so much material to lay down, but being that i've moved away from where i usually record, i have no legit studio time. grrrrrh. i started this rap thing; simply because i could write. but now im starting to enjoy it alot. i have a new song that im anixous to record. my basketball assistant coach son does beats and has a a CD out in smoke shops and skateboard shops and said he'll help me out with of all that. so thats a blessing.for sure. im not really sure where this music thing will take me, but its fun for now.
check me ooout.
www.myspace.com/torinicksmuzik

i bought this New verizon phone. LG Dare. its a mirror verizon verison of the iphone.
ugh. i hate this shit. it drops my calls. it freezes. but. the internet is pretty high speed.the camera is definitely a step up from my sidekick. it just gets annoying that they havent completely worked out all the kinks. the touch screen can get annoying at times, but over all its an awesome phone. my dad has the iphone and i've played around with his and i personally think the LG Dare is alot better. but im just saying. lol.


i have basketball practice at 4:45 and its 10 mins to 3. so i think ima go take a nap or something.
my coach knows its to damn hot to be at someones practice.
but its what i signed up for. so no time to complain. ugh.


i'll be around. =]


_Yoshi