R.I.P © 1987-2008, Alicia Ray All rights reserved : You will forever be missed

BST: it’s for the love…the love of whom? These dudes, these girls? This world is for the love of… For the love of money…it’s like bittersweet honey

IZ: I say Bismillah for this and that- As truly it’s a fact, some people’s…. people’s soul’s is cracked, like possessed to the bad reflex- and yep I said that… they would look in the mirror as they smoke crack- And laugh smile and clap- bounce hop to that- But the honeys sweet?….I say… Watch what ya eat…

BST: Cuz at times we can’t stomach it…it’s somethin’ like a love sickness you had enough of, inlove with disaster…you mastered the breaking of your soul…the taping of your mouth…so I doubt that you are allowed to scream past the things you were told to keep secret…this is deepest…trust me, it’s the deepest…part of you…trust me this is the heat in the heart of you

IZ: And I close my ears- Turn my headphones up- To keep my sanity and mind’s a clear- No more the fear, but I see why I ran- Stuck in the hardest thickest of sand- So I ran and ran- But still I kept my sanity still- Was it, ah, to late to build? I say, No excuses! so I get up to build…. Make up what I missed and fix what should be fixed- But home’s still there, filled with sickness, no the cure-,cuz…. The peoples the sickness, and want, they want no cure, So they lie and lie “over”…. the truth- And the negative vibe is through, and through over the roof!

BST: Logical proof of collaborating fate… and all you can do is enhance on what you do & make…logical proof of what we do is bittersweet…here’s the backing of everything that provides that heat…. fire…the peoples pure desire…it’s sweet like honey…you wanna take a bite of this true love, this pain…this ache, this vibe in our veins…louder…turn the headphones higher than the sky’s limit…gifted endless…infinite to your name…whoIzzy? He who’s never empty…tempt me…tempt he…it’s tempting

IZ: Reinventing love’s true sympathy…all the affinity- something like before-…And I end this with positive energy… The combination of symmetry-…It’s endless to me- As we try, live…then inspire…Put together our visions, hearts, passions desire- For something apparently higher- I ask you this: “Have you looked outside lately”?…As today is…This new day it is…Over The mountain we have climbed higher …And in spite of the calamities-…It’s G~d’s plan we breathe…From a seed, to our knees, then dignified we signify…To some the pursuit of happiness…and some just to make it work- The confident live as if though they know what life’s really worth.

“Izzy and Bittersweet”

July, 8-9, 2008
1987, Alicia Ray. All rights reserved.
Izzy, Copyright© 2008

Bittersweet: link: myspace.com/lovindatuhateme

Alicia Ray/Bittersweet Passed on weeks after I the this collaboration with her- A True Friend- An Extremely gifted Writer- I always told her she was a female version of 2 Pac- She brought the best out of me in this collaboration and my game will be stepped up from this day forward. These details were added 8/12/08 to show respects after this blog has already been posted- Please give a prayer

“Mate and Souls” My partner-as the flowers bloom- the times melt the ice-pedals fall in many colors- eyes go into each other- I see you- seen so many times- wanting it’s real presence- missing what’s even a thing so simple as a voice- from you, it’s you- intertwined liked presences, with mine in my presence- an aid of what is needed- gift of what’s must, as wants become!- forever an Evolution of us- the mixing of us- souls meeting souls the delight- understanding what perfection is- feelings what feelings should be- in their place fount this tent I called home- as in my journal, I said: ” home is where the soul feels free”-cosmic placement complementation- categorized in the form of, “I pray for this”…- and then You-our birth- two like one, it is us- with souls and mate

By: Izzy
2:54pm
2/2/08

Copyright©2008

It’s the pages that’s let go=—->

wrote on over and over

on top of the same spot.

Ripped to top and parted

to parts of the unknown

letting the pages go=—–>

Running out of space( )
Traveled flight

and none even left in the corner

-It’s the pages let go-

And what was wrote-

It was never there-

Never happened- ?

It was never a thought of it- ?

never felt- !

If you ask me.

I don’t know- ?

What was a memory …

is now paper’trashed…

on an old notepad

If you ask me…It never was

I have no idea ?

new pad out for the noted

taken

And the 28^th

Never Happened

Peace, Izzy
4:12AM
9/11/07
Copyright©2007

Peace, Izzy

11/4/07
2:21 AM
(Loving Truth?-Loving back!-Love back Truth.)

Copyright©2007