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"Need For Separation & Solitude" Written By RoQ.GiBRALtar “inteLLectuaL.SouLjaH"

"Need For Separation & Solitude ” By RoQ.GiBRALtar "inteLLectuaL.SouLjaH" on May 4th, 1999 My Need for Separation & Solitude produced this Attitude, Just Me, MySelf & I, alone with God, to OverCome these Extraordinary odds... Yes, I’m stolen goods, robbed of My Natural Essence, Geographical Stature, Origins of Culture, Language, Religion, Liberated Body & some innate Mental Functions. I’m now Systematically geared for Self.Destruction due to this Abduction, So Who do I trust in? With minimal amounts of Capital too Rise above the poverty Line. Will I Righteously Live or die for what is Rightfully Mines in These Strange Days & Times? Born a Freed.Slave, African-Americanized, walkin blind on this daily grind Striving to be one of these many Ghetto Stars destined to Shine, Without being shot back down to Earth by mere mortal humans doing evil work And Why do I gotta avoid getting hit with devilish words, even in Church?,

"Weapon Or Blessing" Written By RoQ.GiBRALtar "Intellectual.SouLjaH"

“Weapon Or Blessin” By RoQ.GiBRALtar "inteLLectuaL.SouLjaH" on May 30th, 2003 @915AM Today I had A Little extra Time on My Hands, So I Picked Up the Pen, So I could get back to writing again, Just to keep puttin’ My thoughts on paper, And to leave a Little sumthin’, For All My Family, Immediates, Associate Friends & Neighbors! See, the Pen is One of My Methods of Expression, Whether for Love or War, where all is Fair, it’s a Like a Gift & A Weapon! A Way of depictin’ My Life’s Perceptions, See, I Write for an outlet, to Vent, so I can become more Liberated & Free! So He, the Almighty, can Guide all My Routes & Directions, I write to express My Purities & Imperfections, And Sometimes I use Discretion, Realizing that this Gift, Is a Blessin’ & A Weapon! This is a Tool, that when Written, it can be Verbally used, Used Like A Weapon that Leaves a Hole, Similar to A Fatal GunShot Wound, Towards Someone Who got Me Mixed Up & Confused And A Bl

"Beautiful Black Complexion" Written By RoQ.GiBRALtar "Intellectual.SouLjaH"

“Beautiful Black Complexion” By RoQ.GiBRALtar on May 20th, 1998 This is my Notion for Devotion, Your Beautiful Black Complexion is enticing My Affection, Enjoying Our Time Shared Talking, Laughin and Jokin’ I’m havin’ visions of Us getting closer and That Time is approachin’! Our Future growth is what got me Wishin’ & Hoping, Fantasies of Massaging your body up and down with Cocoa Butter Lotion You really got me Posting, Over here contemplating Eloping, Cus Our Love Motions are Erotic, Like Cosmic Explosions, Similar to the Waves Flowin’ out in the Ocean, Coast to Coast, and on the Shores, to Over Seas, I Love the Way the Sun & Moon Light Bounces off your Glistening Body, As I breathe in your Fragrance flowing Right with the Summer Breeze! No Need to Beg & Plead over Our Time Together and Intimacy Cus satisfying Both Our best interest, is in what we Believe! See, Those are the Elements that can Lead to Our Future Stability, Which in turn can create The Un

"The Hand of A Woman" Written By RoQ.GiBRALtar "Intellectual.SouLjaH"

“The Hand of A Woman” By RoQ.GiBRALtar on August 2nd, 2007 @855AM The Hand of A Woman,  Did you know The Hand of Woman Is a Massage all in itself, The Precise Pressure of Her Touch, No matter if she’s the one or not, it helps, Her finger tips are Like No One Else, The Way He feels when She caresses Him, Can restore a Man’s Mental & Physical Health, And when Her SeDuctiveness Brushes Up against He, That makes Him as Hard as the Body Armor on A Stealth! The feeling of Her Pampering, Can make the Mean & Angry Man Soften, And Bagged up, Like the flour on the Shelf, An Inspiring, Guided, Rejuvenated Touch, Can perpetuate A Man Towards Stability, A sustained motivation for Greatness & Wealth, The Hands of A Woman, Are A Massage all in itself, Just the very thought of her sensuous touch, Will have a Man’s Blood Rise & Adrenalin Rush, So you can probably never Imagine the Agony & Pain, Of the Brothas Locked Down or at War, who go years untouched! I