IZZY The Artist

Mini Blog 12/10/09

IZZY "The Artist" — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 17:23:05 +0000

I give thanks to G’d to exist, created in eternity, in hardship thus pleasure, in darkness and in gifted light, but to exist in its appreciation knowing, witness I always will, Just to see the creation- thankful to always exist. IZZY “The Artist”

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IZZY "The Artist" — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 07:23:50 +0000

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I see my life flash before my viewing awakening state of mind
Crashing flesh into the ripping effects of time
It’s end how and why I do not know- but it’s a feeling- I can see
Every cell that falls shatter apart and dies into the flaky dust
Exhaustion’s reminder of it, so I rush before the days remind me of what could have been
Maturity knows this like it’s birth, and the ones with the cause fight so hard driven to get there

I see my life flash before my viewing awakening state of mind
Crashing flesh into the ripping effects of time
Every second kills a breath and with that last I try to exhale life into the airs leveling simplicity
To move on with the less broken and maybe plans to the uninvented, constructing the style of timelessness
One day these minutes became so valuable, noticed this so early and it’s fabric gets to stay

I see my life flash before my viewing awakening state of mind
Angels and demons- it’s all so clear and heaven is craved because it lives so near
It’s impossible to stop each sound when the alchemist screams, whether inside or out
He gives you pleasure and joy and home this anything but void

Metaphors it’s a novel, and the souls mathematical equation equals infinity
I laugh at the concept of being a mammal when I can pray and cosmic travel
I have left this earth to many times before, created by the G’d’s intelligence desires will
Crashing flesh into the ripping effects of time, this salt holds the blood from the spill
The writers pages thick and one always reads each inch
Alive the spirit of the alive and who really dies….
When “The Artist” lives forever

Peace,
IZZY “The Artist”
6:59AM 3/21/09

LEADER

IZZY "The Artist" — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 06:00:46 +0000

A bit shy while on this path as I stare down at my feet
Next to the front of my toes… is start- so I run…

A bit shy while I stare at these words that read LEAD, but its with-in me so I lead
The answers… with-in me, and as simple as this is, it’s weird because its me- I see back at me- made like one from she to me

And I thought I could change the world just by being me, but never did I really think It could change, by me…

Me… and all of thee

From how and when… -And then came along she, this peanut butta queen she be like gold like the other half to my soul, and I can hear it as she speaks…. It’s like angels sounds to me

And what I heard as she said she wanted this change as well as she dreams and wants it as well
And to think our story together we would tell

On the top as the mountains crumble

And where the honey saps from the trees

Suddenly as destiny stares back at me to lead
And even as I pause so humbly
Because I know in my heart I am just a creator not the CREATOR
I shy not at my status that has no title because my actions my resume
And my ambitions divine
So I just let the light hit me
As I shine

3:39 am
1/27/09
IZZY/Ishaqq

IZZY “The Artist” Copyright© 2009

09 Early Grind!!!

IZZY "The Artist" — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 09:19:24 +0000

At this moment-
Please Read through my older blogs….
It has been a growing poetic true/life experience

I want you to take a quick moment and Thank G’d for everything
G’d really loves us all, Don’t lose faith in your life.
Everything will be ok, if you desire it, work for it. Live the good things-
I want to thank my friends, for SHOWING me soooo much support and love
Really teaching me more about this life thing. My village, my true friends
I love you- I always try to stop and thank everyone. SO this is it…..
It’s been an amazing time, amazing in every sense of the word. These past years.
And now it’s time for the unveiling.
I have been preparing for (this) for a year now… 09! I consciously have.
Something is happening. I can feel it- See it! So for the rest of the month
I have to work my plan, and plan my plan. Not many or no blogs will be posted
Until 2009.… I will be preparing and working on my new ship that I have been working on..
That I will be traveling on….
09 early grind!!!!!…. You can call it a final stage of this personal evolution.
After the hard, comes the ease…The fruit from the work-> at least when it gets hard you will have the tree that has grown to work with.. The tree gives so many gifts on it own

Check up- on my birthday- Jan 26
Watch out for all the new stuff that’s going to drop-
ITS REAL AND IN THE MAKING: 09 EARLY GRIND!!! SO LET IT SHINE

Peace, IZZY “The Artist”

MONAGAMUS

IZZY "The Artist" — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:56:55 +0000

Firework, slice and spark, over your head
Placement, in the drawer the bronze crown.
What he wanted was to flip the world
Upside down, to do the unimaginable
This voice said …you have already done that
But still he wanted to flip the universe upside down
Then inside out, bridge time warps to connectors
The other lands… That are there, turn over fear
Out from human touch but to be touched
of far distances the colors of flashes
Illuminations opticals never seen to recognize
This crossroad , sitting on the highest tree
Talking to the ancestors and hearing stories
From afar…in the astral outside of dreams
This blackness, and even beyond that
Reading the scrolls the calculations
The facts…blueprint timelines of the
Field work, lost in my thoughts searching
For the black holes way out….this, obsession

Peace, IZZY “The Artist”

5:25 AM 9/29/08
IZZY “The Artist” Copyright© 2008

R.I.P Alicia Ray – Bittersweet {A Tribute}

IZZY "The Artist" — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:52:01 +0000

R.I.P © 1987-2008, Alicia Ray. All rights reserved.

Alicia Ray As I pray… as I read today….A prayer every time read, May G’d have mercy on your soul

Alicia Ray-Bittersweet Tribute Poem

Where do you start when putting words to a life- So gifted so real….never would I thought, I would write, about my friend like this, as my body stand motions list- And yet so still…Like a heavy rock in the pond…As I can feel, your heart so deep, as this so feel- so numb so wrong….such a negative downward thrill- As hearts bleed the need to feel-…your presence so real. An now I really feel like im repp’n for you….As you were apart of my crew…and we were going to do big things as you so knew, as I so do…. take you along with my dreams….Trying to keep you moving… holding on to positive things… The light, as your soul fight!

This for you…The highlight bittersweet- As you are always with me….Prayers blessing to you and your family, Because this is a tragedy- Pure insanity- In denial like a mad man….None of us want to believe it…That you live now in the sky….Higher….Higher, You taught me to Fly Higher! Pushed to my limits literally….Lyrically…As literally you were phenomenally The best female writer I new…In so little time you grew… and let your heart so sing, this sound that’s only you it sings!!!!

Singing to this song- I remember saying you are the female version of 2 Pac- Girl you know you rock, and I just wanted to see you at the top….but now you reached over- stretched my soul over the limits because your vibration never stops…As it’s energy gives and pours my drive over the rim tip top…Your image in my heart’s mind never stop.

As I hold the torch! The baton! It never drop- So loved- So much love- You want some love? You can Have it all love! A poem never ending….This will never end see…And when I go to heaven I will read all the books you write- No more. Relax- Be happy, no more dark dreams….because now you don’t have to fight.

Peace, Love, Respect,
Izzy
“The Artist”
8/12/08 1:45 PM
Izzy Copyright© 2008

You can view The last poem me and Alicia Ray-Bittersweet did in my blog called “Iz Bittersweet” Forever a classic….She is the best! Love you, and miss you forever

Alicia Rays myspace: myspace.com/lovindatuhateme
Her other ego: and myspace that she started her book on: “Heavens Faith” http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=358129762 I remember saying that to her and she added it as her name…I was doing a play on the name she already had. “Bittersweet” and “Heavens Faith” were her 2 alter egos

link of the incident: http://cbs13. com/local/alicia. ray. duarte. 2. 792689. html
http://cbs13.com/local/alicia.ray.duarte.2.792689.html

Keep her alive….

I just talked to her, and we were working on a new collaboration together after “Iz Bittersweet” We never finished it. She was so creative, and had pure talent. Its so many memories that come to mind….I don’t really know what else to say. I know she is in a better place. As I heard someone say recently and I never thought I would feel this way, As passing on is such a natural part of life. But this was just so wrong. ” I want to be selfish and I just want her back”

Alicia Ray’s Own Words: aka “Bittersweet” aka “Heavens Faith” : “coming from Hell to Misery…from Misery to Pain…& from Pain I will surely go to the Heaven of my soul.”

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IZZY "The Artist" — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:49:27 +0000

Is this it?
Tell me why it still crosses my mind?
A joy I cant get enough of, hate so much I want to get enough of.
To where the sun comes up as my eyes never closed
I try to act like it’s not there but it’s there
To see it- it buns…boil- cook.
To hide -it simmers
How matter much I try not to remember
Irritating like a stuck permanent sticker

-Izzy
3:35AM 8/11/08

Izzy Copyright© 2008

Iz Bittersweet {a collaboration}

IZZY "The Artist" — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:44:12 +0000

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

Izzy Free 1.5

IZZY "The Artist" — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:39:57 +0000

Izzy Free 1.5

Not so academic,
like you would think,
as I am so
expansive….
in my progressive’nez…
this is- but so creative this is-
how I’m a think’a- unconventional -
Who Sizzz> it’s wrong to break then re and make-
They say this is and I say ” not Iz”

I’m living the dream
So as I dream
And as I make
Things seem, as they seem
As they try and try
So to define they try
Inside of me: I am so free
So I make be Free
My Reality
Izzy Izzy Izzy Free

And some,
as they say,
it “is”
And I say not “iz”

No matter what they say
I “can” help it
I’m Iz
And on this earth to prolong it
Be it
Cuz…, I’M IZ

“Inspire from the higher
Use your Unique power”

Plan ya steps and be ready for the best
Learn, but for you
Take nothing less
For you this iz
Izzy free
Yep, that’s me : )

“ha ha, I had to add that ending lol”

“Peace, Peace,”
Izzy

-Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Copyright©2008

*Rich*

IZZY "The Artist" — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:36:00 +0000

Rich- and I read the chinese say- A man is rich who has enough- or something of that sort- Rich…-To this as when happiness is a must- and when enough is enough- When the mind can think of a world of things- while missing a world of things- enough-

When the eyes can see where to travel and 100/one,hundred can only take you a mile- enough- When rich could be family and love… well love….some how…. seems like it’s not enough- When rich “could” be family, but family is “Self”- What’s Sup?

Rich with it all… to grasp, and at least the air does not kill so yet- And the minds heart can stilll find answers to the troubles- A prayer, some plans, Are you rich, enough?

So rich the flavor- and so rich the sound- the aroma, and it’s richness of smell- to escape truth only to face it another day-

But today- In Gemini sun- The minds a mix- As I go with what I know- As decisions not the time to make- But as I sit in the air of all of things I know- It’s the art that makes my heart feel safe-That it’s richness is enough to be connected to pure,… “the uniqueness” “the unpeeled orange”- The fact that I know I was born to create- and I say and I say, as I am who I am, as this is, my creation from inspiration- I say and I say- All I want to do is sculpt and thus create.

With an ending such like the last, this is the profound shining through.

Peace, Peace
Izzy
5:06
May/23/08

Copyright©2008