I got this new poetry book coming out. I'm colaborationf with Dr. Uplift and a few other poets. Here's a teaser:

History or Your Story?

What if your history was in a book?
A book so popular that every one has opened it at least four times
But you couldn’t decipher why the two parts didn’t add up
Far from total and even contradicting each other
One said to love the other to hate your mother
You’d have to realize it was like two books
What if prophecies from the first were still taking place?
What if no one knew it because the second said you were saved by grace?
What if you found out you fit the description of the people in the past?
Would your realizations cause you to live up to responsibility?
Would you be conscious of your ability to severe ignorance?
If you found out these really were the last days which book would you believe?
In the end of the first you and yours live
In the end of the second you…
Could you then separate the two books bound by nothing more than an adhesive?

What if you used to be part of a nation under the close guidance of the Ultimate Being
With your own army, your own king, your own everything?

What if your history was in one of two books?
The first book has a beginning, middle, and ending
The second starts from somewhere and ends shortly thereafter
What if your history was not in the second book?
It was his story, not yours
The first book is the history of a people
What if the second book went against nature?
Would a broken spirit and contrite heart save a soul that yearned to sin no more?
What if you could just believe you were forgiven and be forgiven?
Faith is easier than research
All you have to do is believe to put your mind at ease
What if you struggled and the second book told you it was good?
What if you struggled and the first book told you why?
You’d have to go with the sensible explanation
Unless the lack of familiarity made it too scary

What if you used to be part of a nation under the close guidance of the Ultimate Being with your own army, your own king, your own everything?

What if your history was in a book?
What if his story was in another?
You’d want to know more about you than him
Unless the lack of familiarity made it too scary
What if your history book explained EVERYTHING?
If you read it, you’d understand
You’d see that the present has pieces of the past
You wouldn’t be able to dismiss it as history
Prophecy is written in the past and manifested in the future
What if your future was in a history book?

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Reuel Yisrael






Urban Author: What’s some current projects that you’re workin’ on?

Reuel: I ain’t got (none) for real. I got one class this quarter.

U.A.: You(’re slack ass) only got one class?

Reu: Yep. I was supposed to have three, but (two were electives). I ain’t wanna spend money on sompthing I ain’t have to take…. I think after this semester I got four classes left.

U.A.: What’s your major?

Reu: Interactive Multimedia… And I got my bachelor’s in bachelorology.

U.A.: What (are you working on) besides school?

Reu: Me and Naton supposed to be workin’ on a website. Like the Urban Starr ‘cept ten times better. (…Inaudible…)

U.A.: Damn Dawg. I can’t even write this stuff down fast enuff. My hand hurts. I missed everything you just said.(This is y the phuck you need IM)

Reu: Write what down?

U.A.: Nothin’. So what’s this website about?

Reu: Uh…. It’s gonna b, like (for) events. (There’s gon’ b) photography links, artist’s slide shows, all type a’ lil’ lil’ lil’—but I ain’t got no way to contact Naton, so if he don’t—(Hol’ on) *Runs downstairs* Aye yo, punk ass nigga upstairs!

U.A.: I ain’t gonna b too many more punk ass niggas.

Reu: What chu’ want on your pizza?

U.A.: Whatever… Reu! Is there anything you wanna say in closing?

Reu.: Party Friday or Saturday. Everybody put twenty on it.

U.A.: 20?

Reu: I mean me, you, and Ray… And I’m charging for my DeeJaying (services)… I just wanna let 2 or three (inaudible) in. Fuck everybody else.

U.A.: 2 or 3 white people?

Reu.: Wifeys. Two or three wifeys.

U.A.: Oh.

Reu.: I’m about to take a two hour nap, wake up, go to school, come home, get ready, and go to the Brownstone for the poetry thing… ‘Cuz I been bustin’ my ass.

U.A.: You ain’t bust shit… I should put your email address on here in case anybody wants any work from you.

Reu.: What are you doin’ Dan?

U.A.: This interview for my blog.

Reu.: What kinda work… Graphix?

U.A.: Yeah—Whatever you do. What do you do?

Reu.: I do everything: Video Pornography, Animated Pornography, Logos… Dan? Can I take my nap?

U.A.: Go head… Punk ass.

Spotlight on... Reuel Yisrael
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Urban Author: What’s some current projects that you’re workin’ on?

Reuel: I ain’t got (none) for real. I got one class this quarter.

U.A.: You(’re slack ass) only got one class?

Reu: Yep. I was supposed to have three, but (two were electives). I ain’t wanna spend money on sompthing I ain’t have to take…. I think after this semester I got four classes left.

U.A.: What’s your major?

Reu: Interactive Multimedia… And I got my bachelor’s in bachelorology.

U.A.: What (are you working on) besides school?

Reu: Me and Naton supposed to be workin’ on a website. Like the Urban Starr ‘cept ten times better. (…Inaudible…)

U.A.: Damn Dawg. I can’t even write this stuff down fast enuff. My hand hurts. I missed everything you just said.(This is y the phuck you need IM)

Reu: Write what down?

U.A.: Nothin’. So what’s this website about?

Reu: Uh…. It’s gonna b, like (for) events. (There’s gon’ b) photography links, artist’s slide shows, all type a’ lil’ lil’ lil’—but I ain’t got no way to contact Naton, so if he don’t—(Hol’ on) *Runs downstairs* Aye yo, punk ass nigga upstairs!

U.A.: I ain’t gonna b too many more punk ass niggas.

Reu: What chu’ want on your pizza?

U.A.: Whatever… Reu! Is there anything you wanna say in closing?

Reu.: Party Friday or Saturday. Everybody put twenty on it.

U.A.: 20?

Reu: I mean me, you, and Ray… And I’m charging for my DeeJaying (services)… I just wanna let 2 or three (inaudible) in. Fuck everybody else.

U.A.: 2 or 3 white people?

Reu.: Wifeys. Two or three wifeys.

U.A.: Oh.

Reu.: I’m about to take a two hour nap, wake up, go to school, come home, get ready, and go to the Brownstone for the poetry thing… ‘Cuz I been bustin’ my ass.

U.A.: You ain’t bust shit… I should put your email address on here in case anybody wants any work from you.

Reu.: What are you doin’ Dan?

U.A.: This interview for my blog.

Reu.: What kinda work… Graphix?

U.A.: Yeah—Whatever you do. What do you do?

Reu.: I do everything: Video Pornography, Animated Pornography, Logos… Dan? Can I take my nap?

U.A.: Go head… Punk ass.

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Guess who’s back? Back again. Dan is back. Tell a friend… I know, I know. It’s been a long time; I shouldn’t have left you without a dope blog to—um…read? Aiight, I’m done with the rhymes.
Let’s see… I’ve been outta this blogging game for so damn long that they won’t even give me access to my own critically acclaimed “Condom Rappers.” Fuck ‘em… Next!
I didn’t know if I should stick with the “Condom Rappers” name to keep the small audience that I did have, or if I should name—Fuck all this chat. I wanna tell you what’s been gwons on with my life…
I told my boss, “Look. My hands are shakin’.” I told her that I was that eager to get back to Columbus. Not that there is anything wrong with Virginia Beach, it’s just that I personally hate that muthafucka. I had a few good friends, though. (What up Kozy Korner! What up J! U crazy for this one!) But I got a family outside of family in the C-Town. (What up Shoog! What up Donna! What up D! What up Vic! Meg! Reu! Thu and Cool Ass J! Menya! Rahel! Brandi! Shountaye! Taya! Vegas! Rob! Q! Teek! What up to that nigga who called us corny! Say it to my face, Bitch! Queen Bee’s up in this bitch! The Slaughterhouse! Chelly Belly! Jen! Jenn! Marsha! Milkcrate in this sunnofabitch! Mo! Muhammed still reppin’ tha hustle! Randy! Ro! Sabrina, you so Sincere! I.R.G., do it! Teg! Thayle! B. Don! What up Triumph! Kym and Sybil in this muthafucka! What up Tracey #2! I c u Naton! Shout outs to muthafuckin’ Dangerous Ass Arts in City Center Mall, holding’ it down! If I forgot you then fuck you…. I joke. I keed) I got people that look out for me like I was their biological brother. I love it!
But it’s back to broke in this muthafucka. I’m happy, but broke. In VA Beach I was well off and discontent. Which is better?
I saw this one movie that presented the right or wrong morale. One of the characters said something like there is no right or wrong choices, there is just what you do and what you don’t do. I felt it because say you make a conscious decision to kill somebody that threatened you. And then what if you found out that the muhfucka you killed was a rapist and a murderer who had ties with Al-Qaeda and had planned another terrorist attack. Would it make you wrong to have killed him, if in doing so you saved thousands of lives, even though you had no idea that that was the case until afterwards? Figgadealme?
I said that to say this; I’m back, muthafuckas. Fuck with me one more ‘gain DeeJay.