Feeling Myself...

Male, is my penis

As a baby I would fondle with it for hours not knowing the pain that it would inflict later on the beautiful sisters I would encounter
Not knowing that I would see its image recreated and sculpted as one of this countries great symbols
The Washington Monument is my penis times two on display for all to see from miles away,
the water in front of it represents all the the semen I’ve discharged over the years, mixed in is tears from those same sisters who've had to rebuild after the damage and destruction caused by my nuclear warhead

Male, is my penis

And even though I’ve seen its wrath at its full potential, I still can't stop fondling it...

Idle hands are the devils playground, signing off
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Stuck Between a Rock N' Rose

Howdy to all my fellow Platypi out there. I hope life is treating you to love yourselves more and more each day. Because if you don't, you can't be sure someone else will. I find myself tonight sending much LOVE and LIGHT to a beautiful soul who inspires me more than she probably even knows. I can honestly say that I am a groupie of this woman. I tell her all the time that I listen to her songs over and over on youtube, I'm not sure if she thinks I'm joking or not but like dead ass I have listened to this woman for entire days. Not only is her voice amazing but I think that there is a certain amount of integrity that an artist has to have in order for me to even actually like them. And I've had conversations with this woman and her soul is just so beautifully radiant. Her words vibrate off of the itchy spots on my soul and put my existence at ease (not even exaggerating). So Shea is her first name, Rose is her last and I'm sending her light tonight because she's at a moment of rediscovering the flower in her voice. And I believe she'll get through it just fine, but support is what I promised her and intend on being a platypus of my word. But before I continue any further I'd like to give you a taste of this lovely Rose...


"You'll Never Fade"
I'll meet you in the chambers of your heart
If your light were to fade,
I'd massage the walls till they were strong enough beat new shine
I'd never fear you falling silent
Because your voice is that of mother earth
Your vocal chords kiss each other and sound like mountains being born
...sound like the click, click, snapping of new galaxies
...sound like god's smile
...(if god's smile made a sound that is [which I'm sure it does])
I promise I'd inhale your essence until we were one
Breathe you?
Shoot, I'd Be You
You, I
We, One
Loving you would be as easy as smiling at my reflection
If your LIGHT fades
HEART breaks
The world could slip as far away as it wanted to,
Because I've already built you a garden to live in behind the twinkle in my eye
My INNER JOY would be to memorize your MUSIC and record it on my soul
So that all you'd have to do is look inside of me for yourself
Walking with you hand in hand down this road, I want to learn to become your only habit
If your heart ever happened to shatter into thousands of pieces
I'd sit with a stick of Elmer's glue, and piece you back together till we were whole again
If your LIGHT fades
HEART breaks
The world could slip as far away as it wanted to,
Because I've already built you a garden to live in behind the twinkle in my eye
My INNER JOY would be to memorize your MUSIC and record it on my soul
So that all you'd have to do is look inside of me for yourself
But to answer your question. Yes.
I will be the LIGHT at the end of your darkest days...

I told you that this woman inspires me! Honestly a beautiful soul if I've ever met one! If you haven't heard of her, I advise you to learn. Rock n' Rose! Yes, you read me correctly this woman rocks out as well! With an afro big enough to make Angel Davis walk by, turn around a say "Wooow!!"


So I hope that you lovely souls have been enjoying this post and this Queen and her glowing energy. If so just keep her and her precious voice in your thoughts and send positive LIGHT. Thank you! I love all of you! And I know that I can count on you guys. And Shea you already know the deal lady, I've already given you my three cents...enough said. Get better soon!
But I think I'ma leave you guys with my favorite unfinished sound by this woman. And I'ma keep bugging her until she actually finishes it and sings it to me in person. But this song (snippet of a song) has helped me clear my head and settle my thoughts many many times. I hope you enjoy...

I don't believe it was a coincidence we met on Symphony, signing off
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Space and Stars

I want to take your heart by the hand and go on a stroll through Central Park. I want to ask what's been on it lately. It's been awhile since I've gotten alone time with it, I want to listen to it's troubles and understand it's pain. Because lately I've been confused, and kept in the dark. I want it to beat it's stories of heart ache in my ear as we sit in a myth of a gazebo that we've only been in once before.
My heart has actually gone into cardiac arrest several times in the past three weeks. The doctors have been saying they don't know how much longer he can hold on...Lol but you already know how stubborn he can be. I never thought I'd see him in the state he's been in lately. I've tried to reason with him but he's not having it. He refuses to eat any of the logic that the nurses bring in for him. He says he knows what he needs, and that he stored it away in one of the chambers of your heart. The doctors seem to think that he gave a vital piece of himself to your heart. And they advised him that he should probably find a way to get it back. But he refuses, it was a gift and he will not be known as an Indian giver. The doctors have also advised him against his outer space trips to northern stars, in his condition they just don't think it to be wise. He grabbed my arm and said to me that the stars are the only things keeping him alive right now.
I know you've been dealing with a lot lately, but if you could find it in yourself to stop by and visit him before he passes on I know it would mean the world to him. But if not he told me that he'd be looking down at you from the nebula so that you could be sure that someone was always looking out for you.



Headed into the O.R. for open heart surgery, signing off
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A Leter From Moi

Hello all you itchy platypi out there, I'm glad that many of you were tickled by my last post to the objects who lack vocal cords out there. I was very pleased to get feedback from a lot of you telling me your favorite lines from the poem. Good thing too, that most of ya'll enjoyed it because that poem along with a few other post and poems will be available for purchase later on this year when my freshman album entitled 'This Title Has Nothing To Do With This Cd' drops in the later months of 2010. I've been putting a lot of work into this project and I'm pretty sure that it's destined for greatness. I've partnered of with a childhood teammate of mine William Wells, who continues to produce the most ridiculous tracks that I've ever encountered. He never fails to top the last great thing that he's done. It just couldn't be and more perfect a combination, honestly. So I'm really looking forward to the release of my album and the cross globe tour that will follow, and hopefully so are you. And since I'm so giddie and ready for it to be here already. I'm gona give you folk, my loyal platypumpkins a sneak snippet preview of the first single off the album. Some of you have heard this poem before, but you've never heard it like this, which is why I'm positive you'll soon be as excited as I am. But please enjoy! (AND COMMENT!!!!) I'll keep you updated as the project develops in the random greatness I'm planning for it to be.
A Letter to Queens - Hasan Malik (Produced by William F. Wells) by IamPlatypusPrime


A Letter to Queens

This is a letter, to the beautiful ebony skinned, even ivory Queens
who sit up on their throwns and demand nothing but respect

Dear,
Let me be your king, allow me to command my troops to protect and serve you how my mother taught me I should.
Because I'm not sure if you realize how precious you are, but you give birth to nations
my son will know when he's met his princess because her heart will be an exact replica of his mothers smile
a smile so powerful that it could bring King Kong to his knees
but so subtle that it can wipe away the tears from any bad dream or nightmare
because of you he will know what his duties are
because of my mother i know mine
this thing that we share is not a dictatorship, we're partners...
no scratch that, this is a tag team duo
you can be 'Animal' and I'll be 'The Hawk'
and in this ring we'll be known as 'The Legion of Doom', body slamming our way through hard times
and if a rough day ever gets me in a choke hold that I can't get out of, I will crawl across that canvas inch by inch towards your outstretched hand
and together we will show this thing called life what the 'Dooms Day Device' is all about.
Haven't you ever wondered why behind every strong man, there's an equally powerful women?
Its because, you're my energy source.
If you didn't wake up and shine so brightly every morning my petals would have no light to reach for.
We are photosynthesis in its most beautiful form,
our love creates colorful dreams that little blind children can play in during recess,
but it takes a responsible mothers loving, to remember to pack sunshine in their ninja turtle book bag so that they can enjoy it later during lunchtime
but don't worry, all of your hard work will be rewarded
after slaving a long day, i will massage the knots out of the family tree that you carry on your back,
using my fingers as archaeologist searching for the bones that hold the most secrets...
Queens
you are a mirror image of mother earth
global warming is nothing more than you going through hot flashes
see there's a reason why we're tryna save the polar bears
because us men have cut down your rain forest, which were once your beautifully flowing locs
and permed them out flat to make paper for far too long
and I'm just so tired of seeing the ice caps melting in your eyes
because without you, there'd be no me
I mean I'd be here but I'd just be floating around in space lost with no direction
so fellas its time for us to start thinking with our hearts instead of our erections
because none of our leaders of today would be anywhere if it wasn't for the women backing them
from Betty Shabazz to Michelle Obama
Coretta Scott
...King could not have built his dreams as high as he did, if he did not have the proper foundation supporting him
so i will continue to right letters like these
until the proper heirs to the throwns return to their seats,

And in closing
I'd like to apologize for taking part in destroying your beautiful image, and downgrading you to nothing more than a video vixen

Sincerely yours,
a young black man in training

P.S.
mother, I love you

Awkward is the new normal...platypus is the new purple, signing off
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An Ode to Inanimate Objects

I image that while I'm sleeping my pillow takes on the persona of a girl during uneventful sex...just laying there waiting patiently until I'm done. No wonder I tend to wake up some what embarrassed...

I looked down and seen my shoelaces trying to strangle themselves...they are now on suicide watch. My sneakers need them to hold it together...Vans have it so easy...

Doors are like the unfortunate puppy who gets kicked right when you get home after having been fired. They never have anything to do with the argument but they always seem to end up getting slammed...no wonder older hinges seem to scream from years of domestic abuse...smh...do better people...

clothes are like naked friends of mine who don't mind covering my bare body with their nudity...true friends if you ask me...except some of my shirts are a lil shy so I sometimes have to cover them up with a jacket...

I've never met a mirror secure enough to be itself when I'm around. I know that it's not always like that, but when ever I come around it always shows me what its thinks I wana see...come on buddy be yourself for once, show me what you look like when no ones around...

What does a condom tucked away in a virgins wallet and George Bush have in common? They sit around for a really long time doing nothing, and when you finally to reach for it, it’s old, dry, wrinkly, and doesn’t even work...

Chairs can’t say anything about having to smell ass all day, because they have their feet in the floors face 24/7...

Tears are like kamikaze whose sole mission is to moisturize the floor by any means necessary. Watch out for fingers and tissues you little hydrated terrorist...

The other day my alarm didn’t go off, I punished my irresponsible clock by setting it to the wrong time. I figured a day of trying to play pointless catch up should teach it a lesson. I came back to discover that it was on the right time. Come to find out the damn thing is faster than I thought...

I’ve decided to start washing all my clothes together. I feel as though King’s death was for nothing if I don’t allow my little black socks and black shirts to join in the wash with little white underwear and white undershirts. Don’t judged my shirt by the color of it’s fabric but by the content and detail of the characters in its logo...

Fog is like the penguin of the cloud family, all the characteristics of it’s brothers and sisters but just hasn’t yet figured out how to get off the ground. Keep your head up little buddy, we’ve got a black president, you can do anything you put your mind to...

Im not sure what the exact ingredients of love potion no. 9 is, but I’m almost certain that saxophone has to be one of them. I’ve never met a saxophone whose baby I wouldn’t have...

I feel bad for the wheel, It’s just chilling minding its own business, and everyone keeps tryna reinvent it, as if it doesn’t already work. My mother always told me if it ain’t broke don’t fix it…

Science has giving dirt a pretty bad reputation, I mean even Kobe has gotten passed the whole white girl in the hotel thing. But idk, post dark ages I’m not sure if dirt can ever fully make a come back...

Knuckles are like MC's, rapping lyrics of "let me in" to you through the door. Hoping that the knock of their bass will inspire your hands to welcome them with a knobs twist...

Everything has a heartbeat...just listen for the pulse, signing off
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Love My Berta and Rosie Early in the Mornin

So this morning I found myself laying in the bed not really wanting to get up. Just being lazier than I shoulda been since I's got's stuff ta get done. I finally got up but then was moving slower than one who has stuff to get finish should be moving. Then I came across a video that a fellow blogger and dope photographer (shameless plug>>>check him out http://sirrealphoto.blogspot.com/) Mr. WordSmith had posted from August Wilson's 'Piano Lesson', and it got me thinking of how no more than sixty years ago black men didn't have the luxury to choose to be lazy and lay in bed just a few more hours. And I shouldn't be taking opportunity for granted. So I been getting work done and playing these songs all morning to keep me going and to be my reminder of what my people went through, but also to realize how even in the hardest of times they still were able to create something so beautiful.

Berta, BertaBerta, Berta

Go ahead and marry don't ya wait on me
oh, ha
Go ahead and marry don't ya wait on me
Well now
Might not want ya when I go free
oh, ha
Might not want ya when I go free
Well now
Oh Alberta, Berta, oh, Lord gal, oh ha,
Oh Alberta, Berta, oh, Lord gal, well now (2x)

Raise em up higher let em drop on down (2x)

Well, don't know no difference When the sun goes down (x2)

Well, Berta in Meridian And she livin' at ease(x2)

I'm on ol Parchment, got ta, work on lead

Oh Alberta, Berta, oh, Lord gal, oh ha,
Oh Alberta, Berta, oh, Lord gal, well now (2x)

When you marry don't-ya marry a farming man
Every day a Monday hoe-hammer in your hand

When you marry, marry a railroad man
Every day a Sunay dollar in your hand

Oh Alberta, Berta, oh, Lord gal, oh ha,
Oh Alberta, Berta, oh, Lord gal, well now (2x)

Early in the Mornin'

Early in the Mornin'

Well, it's early in the mor--in the mornin'
Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama,
Well, it's early every mor--in the mornin'
A-baby when I rise well-a.
Well-a, when I rise, well-a,
Well-a it's early in the mor-in the mornin'
Baby, when I rise, Lordy baby,
You have-it's I have a misery, Berta,
Wa-, in my right side, well-a,
R-in-a my right side, Lordy baby,
R-in-a my right side, Lordy sugar.
Well it's I have a misery, Berta,
R-in a my right side, well-a.

CHORUS:
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.

Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a-
He told a dirty lie, babe.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a-
He told a dirty lie, well-a.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a-
He told a dirty lie, babe.
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter,
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
He gonna rise and fly, sugar.
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter,
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.

(Chorus)

Well, rocks 'n gravel make-a,
Make a solid road, sugar.
Well-a, it takes-a rocks-a, gravel make-a--
To make a solid road, well-a.
It takes-a rocks-a, gravel make a--
To make a solid road, well-a.
It takes a good-lookin' woman to make-a--
To make a good-lookin' whore, well-a,
It takes a good-lookin' woman, Lord, Baby,
To make a good-lookin' whore, Lord, sugar,
It takes a good lookin' woman to make-a,
To make a good lookin' whore, well-a.

(Chorus)

Boys, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the--
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the--
R-on the schoolhouse door, well-a.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the--
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, well-a,
Until his pecker got sore, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, Lord, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard, Lord, mama,
Until his pecker got sure, well-a.

(Chorus)

Well, hain't been to Georgia, boys, but,
Well, it's I been told, sugar.
Well, hain't been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, well-a.
Well, haint been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, Lord, mama.


Rosie

Rosie

Be my woman, gal, I be your man,
Be my woman, gal, I be your man,
Be my woman, gal, I be your man.
Every day is Sunday´s dollar in your hand.
In your hand, Lordy, in your hand.
Every day is Sunday´s dollar in your hand.
Stick to the promise, gal, that you made me.(3x)
Wasn´t gonna marry me till-a I go free,
I go free, Lordy, I go free,
Wasn´t gonna marry me till-a I go free.

Chorus: Wo -- Rosie, o Lord, gal, Wo -- Rosie, o Lord, gal.

When she walks, she reels and rocks behind,

When she walks, she reels and rocks behind,

Ain´t that enough to worry convict´s mind.

Ain´t that enough to worry convict´s mind.

Chorus: Wo -- Rosie, o Lord, gal, Wo -- Rosie, o Lord, gal.

Be my woman, gal, I be your man, (3x)

Every day Sunday´s dolar in your hand. (Chorus)

It's not the physical shackles that scare me...signing off
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I've Gotta Awkwardly Get this Off My Chest

Alright people let's talk about this for a second. Because honestly I'm disappointed in all of us right about now. I had to take a long hard look in the mirror today and ask myself what was really going on. Am I really letting myself get swept up into the frenzy of it all? I've worked very hard over the years to stand alone or at least stand with the few who dared to be different. Following the crowd has never been cool, come on now awkwardness all day, right? So you have to understand the shameful place that I found myself in earlier today.
Now people I have to warn you, that there is a demon out there, a demon whose sole purpose is to destroy as many of us as it can. And trust me this is a force far more powerful than anything I've seen in a long time! Stronger than them cocaine filled "4 Locos" that come in convenient negro loving flavors like "Watermelon" and "Orange Stuff". It's even worst than suddenly realizing that you've been humming "short bus shawty" at random moments throughout the day. The evil force that I speak of is known as WSHH a.k.a. "World Star Hip Hop.com". Now I've known about the existence of this website for some time now, but never really needed to visit it for anything major, I was always able to find things pretty fine on Youtube when I needed to. So when a very beautiful young lady (who I hold completely responsible for my addiction to the site) introduced me to the website you can image the shock that it had on my system. Never have I visited a place that just had page after page of niggerdom at it's finest moments. Without fail you can count on WSHH to have some video of some random group of African American youth in some lower income area, brawling in the streets pulling out eachothers hair and defecating on themselves. And if that's not your twist you've got a pretty much guaranteed chance of seeing a video of Gucci Mane's newest video of the hour about sex, money, and jibberish all filmed in the same strip club as all his other videos. And for some strange god awful reason you can almost always find porn star "B. Pumper" aggressively rapping (more like yelling) about having violent sex....(really though Brian?!? Like nobody knows that already...you just gotta make song after song about it???). It's really quite terrifying if you look at the number of hits some of these videos get in the matter of seconds of them being posted. And it's really like crack!!! Those of you familiar with this website know exactly what I'm talking about, you sit down at your computer and tell yourself "Ok, I'ma just watch a few videos you know get a lil chuckle on then I'll go do something productive with my life...WRONG!!!! Nothing productive ever comes after WSHH!!! It's an oxymoron, it doesn't happen!!!, the website just takes and takes and takes until you look up and realize you're whole life just passed you by!! (I'm sorry I'm having a lil moment here, this website has gotten me all emotional, you know. Ms. Wallace I blame you!!)
But you know what it's really not my place to judge, if its entertaining and people enjoy it. Then who am I to really tell individuals what the should and shouldn't be doing with their time. But we do have to understand what it's doing to us, it's changing us. We are becoming desensitized by the nonstop ignorance. And I'm scared, I am so scared to see what we're becoming.
So what actually sparked this whole rant (in case you were wondering), was a young man who I happened to stumbled upon by the name of Antonio Henderson-Davis, some of you may know him as 50 Tyson. Now I'll admit when I first watched one of his videos I couldn't stop laughing, it was ridiculous the things he was saying, too much for my senses. I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not, it very much reminded me of a Lil B video (who I'm still determined can't possibly be serious. A "Pretty Bitch" though?!?! How do you possibly feel proud about coming up with this stuff???). So I had my laughs, I thought it was hilarious that he couldn't remember what number comes after 16, like this was brilliant. Or that apparently at the beginning and end of every video we are asked to go to the stores and pick up a clearly non-existent cd. But then something clicked for me in the middle of reading the comments, watching the parodies by Kevin Heart and other youtubers. I realized that this boy is clearly autistic and is trying very hard to express himself. And the sad thing is the he actually sounds like he could fit right in on a mixtape with Wacka Flocka Flame, OJ Da Juice Man, and Gucci Mane Laflare. The only difference is that this kid has an actual reason for sounding the way that he does. So I had to ask myself is this what we've become? Energy sucking monsters? Because that's what all the laughing and jokes do, they drain, like vampires (or as Kanye used to say "Dream Killers"). Have we really gotten to the point where we are making fun of autism? And the crazy part of it, is that through it all 50 Tyson has stayed so positive, he's constantly talking about how people keep calling him ugly, and he says "but it's your personality that really counts, whats on the inside". I mean really people what are we doing? And I'm not pointing the finger at anyone, because as I said I had to check myself too. But we've gotta do better than this, this is all just mob mentality from high school laughing at a mentally challenged kid to make ourselves feel better. We have to ask ourselves, why? What is World Star doing to us? Why am I really watching a boy beat the shit out of his elderly bus driver? Why did I really just sitting through 3 mins and 39 secs of a 4 year old boy rapping and cursing like Gucci Mane? Why is it that Victor Steen a 17 year old boy get's tasered, ran over, and murdered by a police officer and the first time I'm hearing about it is on World Star?
You know me people I'm never telling anybody what to do, or what to believe in. Today I'm merely begging you to look in the mirror and ask yourself the questions.









The moment we become numb to pain is when we've lost, signing off
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