Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Duce Wayne (Self titled)

I sit at a wooden chair form the late 80’s, keeping it as a reminder of a time when the world was a simple place where watching reruns of the super friends was my goal for my life. Now trying to build a league of super friends to help me change the world for the better while trying not to let my sinful nature get the better of me, facing lashing criticism for rebelling against what people know and often commend to an crystal clear hell. Must admit that I place my foot in that hot bath for a feeling of clarity. Looking for emotion on the small of women backs, the bottom of the glass and the roundness of an pill, self destructive behavior for a rush but spirit getting crush and giving it up for anyone to guzzle. Building myself up by establishing support beams of temper steel in my very soul, going for invincibility and knowing that it awaits me in the future but in the mean time I rebuild and take myself away from all paradoxes. Heart of an ox, keeping me on the path of redemption, dabbing back into the written word looking for it to drain that sadness out of me, dabbing back into heroism to see the sun shine over gun shells, dabbing back into love to find that lasting peace. Lasting change comes full circle, new personality on deck to give the world the mass effect of who I am really am, no longer hiding and no longer giving a damn of what the world thinks of me because it only needs to know one thing, that my name Duce Wayne.

Rebellion By Duce Wayne

Top spinning the world from the keystrokes of a laptop, creating a worldwide storm front that a Doppler radar will never detect. Mental thunderstorm striking every cerebral hemisphere in a 773 area code, seven days a week surfing on top of seven deadly sins for no single cause. No variation in my stance and not caring about a fan’s disapproval of me, giving them a taste of my aura in a pan fried dinner so it can go straight to the blood vessels giving you a new diet dubbed simply Duce. New lifestyle that takes you across the stars giving you enlightenment for free, illuminating your life so you can unplug ComEd and live in the light for free. Looking to upset the world by giving free knowledge to the worthy and create a new race of king and queen’s and let them cut through the world like a deck of cards, feet across a throne giving a joker the task of 52 pick up as I acquire 52 flavors of success for the world. Having her lick my lips to savor the favor of a world changing, passing it along kiss by kiss to give a euphoric string of a new worldwide education, presenting a dictation thru the theory of osculating keeps you on a climax. Pleasure taking from busting the proverbial cherry of freedom, making the legs of conventionalism tremble as they part for something new, something revolutionary, something to make you think of what can be and to give those who keep what can be in a bubble a truly upsetting rumble.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Allure C5

The sound of the water droplets hitting the ground, echo’s through out the empty warehouse. Sonny, Xander and two other of Sonny’s enforcers surround a beaten man tied to a chair in the middle of the warehouse, holding his father favorite weapon, a silver magnum .4” revolver. Xander standing by his side making sure that no surprises arise while they continue to question the man who is a known drug dealer that has ties to the Queen family.

“This would go a lot better if you just told us what we need to know.” Sonny says.
“Go to hell, LeBeau.” The man says with a trembling voice.
“The Queen family doesn’t give a damn about you.”
“They care enough to kill me if I talk to you.”
“No matter what happens, the Queen family will be put out of business and that means so will you and your friends, so just talk and you will make it out of this alive.”
“You think that you are so much better than me, think that you can clean up the city and run it, that is bullshit and you know it. You are a criminal just like me and just because you think you are doing these things to make a better world, your motives are still criminal.”
“Guess you have been excelling in your English night classes but get this straight, I am a criminal and I will put a bullet in your head if I deem it necessary, because you are a piece of shit that sells drugs to kids and like your other co-workers who I put out of business, you have a choice to tell me what you know and we will make sure that you are safe from the Queen’s.
“You think that I am dumb enough to tell you anything, I know what you have done to the others.”
“You mean, give them a certain amount of money to give up selling drugs and disappear somewhere in the world, I don’t make it my business to kill people unless I have to.”
“So if I don’t tell you anything you are going to kill me, right?”
“Wrong, I will make sure that the Queen’s know that you were my guest for a short period and I will let them decide what to do with you.”
The sweat drips from his brow down to his chin, he looks at Sonny and see’s a stone emotionless face staring at him and waiting for an answer, looking into Sonny’s dark brown eyes, seeing the immense strength in them and realizing that he will not stop till he gets what he wants.
“I don’t know much but all I know is that the next shipment is coming in the next two days and its coming in somewhere near hob’s bay,”
“The coast guard swarms that whole area at night, how the hell would they get a shipment of drugs through?”
“I don’t know, you will have to take that up with the coast guard and the Queen’s.”
Sonny and Xander walk away from the interrogation to a secure corner of the warehouse, looking at each other trying to figure out a way how the shipments can get in the city.”
“They had to pay off someone from the coast guard.” Xander says.
“Yeah but that place has been known for drug running, they would have to had pay off all of the coast guard that are placed in that area.”
“Think that they wouldn’t?”
“True but it seems a little over kill, even for the Queen’s, what do you think Xander?
“There has to be an area of the bay that they are bringing the shipment in, I will take a speedboat out with a team and see what we can find out.”
“Ok, no matter what, that shipment has to be destroyed. It will cripple the Queen’s for a short while and then we can take them out.”
“On it but there is another way that we can get some more information.”
“Stephanie Canon.”
“No! Absolutely not!”
“Still bitter that she scam you?”
“She didn’t scam me, she just---
“Scammed you, she knows a lot about what happens in the town and she can help.”
“Fine, see what you can get from her.”
“You know that she will only talk to you, Sonny.”
“Fine, I will get in contact with her.”
“I will get my computer expert to see if there are any irregularities involving hob’s bay, what about him?”
“Treat him like the others; send someone to follow him till he leaves the city.”

Sonny has his driver take him to an underground poker club located in underground portion of the second street library on the west side of town, walking to the back entrance, knocking on the door five times, the lookout opens the door and Sonny walks in. Traveling through the dimly long hallway till he enters the blazing lighted tournament room, dozen of tables with more than an dozen players gambling their life savings away, walking to the back room where the best players gather at, many of the players know who Sonny is and have a star struck look on their face as he travels down the line.
Entering the room, seeing the table of average looking men and women around the table but he stops the search when he see’s the beautiful light skinned, short chestnut hair, light brown eyes, classic beauty. Sitting at the end of the table, she looks at Sonny as he enters the room, her face never shows any emotion as she places her cards on the table and everyone else groans in disappointment, taking all of her winnings and leaving the table. Stephanie Canon, on of the worlds best thief, con artist and gambler, able to get a man to give up all of his worldly goods without any use of skin.

“It has been a long time, Sonny.” Stephanie says as she walks up to him and stares into his eyes.
“I see that you are still up to your old tricks.”
“Still mad I beat you and won your money.”
“Yeah…you won my money.” Sonny says in a sarcastic tone.
“So, did you come here for a rematch?”
“No… I need your help with something.”
“Oh really, this should be fun. So what can I help you with?”
“We should talk outside.”
“Ok, not going to have me whack are you.” Stephanie says in a little seductive tone. The two head out of the back entrance, Sonny checks her body out as she puts her winnings in her black motorcycle jacket, even though he doesn’t like her, she is a very tantalizing woman to him. “So what’s up, Sonny?”
“I am about to take out a drug shipment that belongs to the Queen family, it’s coming in through hob’s bay but that place is swarmed with coast guards at night, do you know how they might be getting it through?”
“You do know that I am neutral in this whole mob war between the LeBeau organization and the Queen’s.”
“Yes I might have heard that but I am trying to take drugs out of this city, taking out this shipment could leave the town clean for a couple of months.”
“That’s a very good thing, but one of the main reasons I have stayed alive in this mob town is that I am neutral and I keep my activities to myself, I have worked hard to stay neutral and I want to keep it that way.”
“No one will know that I got the info from you, I give you my word.”
“So you are really dead set to take out drugs and the Queen’s aren’t you?”
“But you are still using mob tactics to do all of these good things aren’t you?”
“Yes, doing something like this and trying to do it within the spectrum of the laws, would take to long but I have the power now to take them out.”
“Ever heard that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
“Yeah but I am prepare to deal with whatever happens after I burn the Queen’s organization to the ground, you know that you want to see them gone so help me.”
“I will become a target.”
“I will protect you.”
“Really…I thought that you hated me?”
“Maybe that was a premature feeling.”
“I might have some information for you, maybe instead of worrying about water; you should look up in the sky.”
“A plane… makes a lot of sense, thanks I owe you.”
“I know you do and thanks why I want in.”
“In what?”
“Your organization.”
“I thought you were neutral and that I am basically on my way to hell.”
“Maybe I am getting tired of being neutral and I think this road you are on is going to be a fun ride.”
“You are up to something aren’t you?”
“Yes but the destruction of the Queen’s isn’t going to be easy and you will need my help.”
“What’s the price?”
“I’m sure we can work something out.” Kissing Sonny on the cheek as she slips a piece of paper with her number in his suit jacket pocket. “Call me, sugar.”

Stephanie leaves and Sonny calls Xander, letting him know the information that he got from Stephanie, making his way back to the limo but he see’s Antoinette across the street. Walking across but making sure that she is alone, feeling it’s a shame that he has to do that when he goes to see a woman he loves.
“Still following me, Antoinette?”
“It’s my job for right now, so Stephanie Canon didn’t know you were going that low.”
“Jealous is not a good look for you.”
“Who says I am jealous?”
“You wish, Sonny.”
“I am not in the mood for this back and forth with you, is there something that you wanted?”

Antoinette looks at Sonny with an uncertainly, grabbing him and kissing him like this is the last moment that she will ever see him, the motion of their lips is epic to those looking at them but Sonny pulls away slowly, Antoinette looks surprise because Sonny never pulled away from her and she wonders if what she saw between Sonny and Stephanie has something to do with that.
“I’m not one of your play things; you can’t have me whenever you want me.”
“Well this is a change, what brought this new altitude change?”
“If you just want to ask if I am with someone else, just do it.”
“I couldn’t care less if you were.”
“Guess you finally let the power go to your head, my world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“Didn’t expect it to since I was never in it, like I said I don’t have time for this back and forth, I have business that I have to take care of.”
“So it’s just only going to be business between us?”
“Just the way you always wanted it to be, darling.”
“You do know what that means right?”
“We will have to cross that bridge when we get there.”
“If we do, I will kill you.”
“We will see, Antoinette.”
“Xander won’t be able to protect you, I always complete my mission.”
“This has been enlightening but like I said I have business that I have to attend to, so I hope that you will have a good day, Antoinette.”
“You too, Sonny.”

Going back to the limo, as he enters and looks out of the tinted window, he see’s a glimmer of hurt in Antoinette’s eyes, wanted to go to her but at that moment, that coldness that she carries in her, covers her and he knows that his place

Friday, January 15, 2010


Forever in a day, I am willing to rewrite the course of events in my life to find my way into your embrace, any outcome of change is worth it because without you there is nothing but an empty cold stay in my heart, your form a lasting stay in my mental hotel, tempting fate for a permanent stay with both your physical and metaphysical. Rebelling against a life without you in it but giving you my devotion as I dream of drinking love potion off of your lips, dreaming of making love under a radiating star. Hoping for a way to restart time for a chance of capitalizing that L word and to hold you in my arms to give your mind, body and soul an exclamation point, holding on to that point in time and space with an single transatlantic kiss, worlds apart but always in an lustrous reflection giving me a momentous tease of a world with you, finding it preposterous in weaker moments but those moments become deeper in thought as I weigh what you mean to me and I make the world part to be with you. Forever in a day, I choose you.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Table top admissions being counted like rising ticket sales, pulling the plug on the lamp as the shadow begins to cover my pupils. Following my own way and dismissing the title of pupil, one way street being rode blindfolded and with no hands but my knowledge is increasing the acceleration. Crushing the limit of how far someone can go within an lifetime, finding myself miles ahead of the race for normality, lips pressed to the air in front of me and giving the finger to the end of normal. No middle ground to what others believe is the path, bulldozing my path through what you believe and putting the foundation for something new in your lap, wishing you the enjoyment from the dance you will receive but hoping that you last long enough to see the end. Ending the old with an orgasmic taste of something neoteric and banging the stems so you can see the sights of the race, one by one filling your bleak vision momentarily with new sensations so you become addicted and when you’re ready just send your thanks to your friendly neighborhood Duce Wayne.

"Current State of Affairs" By Graphix Godbody

I was thinking this morning/
in between my breakfast and my yawning/
is it just me or has hip hop gotten too boring/
I mean remember when rappers got on because they each had the skill/
now if you got swag and a grill you can each have a deal/
Label execs don't even wanna listen if you aint talking about skrill/
disrespecting women, or poisoning our hood and this is what you feel?/
I mean, I remember when you had a pure mixture/
as much partying and bullshytting was going on, education was still a fixture/
in the hip hop community/
talks about unity/
made you feel connected, like we as a people will rise...fuck what they do to me/
and we go from that to tightpants and swag/
and I'm supposed to believe that these new rap boys aint fags?/
listen, y'all can buy into that all you want my soul brothers/
but nothing you or anyone can say will ever convince me that pink is a boys color/
and to get a deal, shyt is so amazing that it's hurting my mind/
all you need to do is recite a couple of nursey rhymes/
put them over a beat and yell out that you on your grind/
and watch how these labels all fall in line/
it disgusts me/
while real artist that got styles that's so lovely/
forced out the spotlight like models that's butt ugly/
and speaking of styles remember when biting was a big no no/
so somebody explain to me why is drake this famous when he sounds like wayne 2.0 yo/
maybe I'm loco cause I'm not seeing the picture/
I listen to De La Sol when everyone telling me that OJ the juice man is way sicker/
but I don't hear it, he sound whack and 50 cent to/
he a gansta rollin with police escorts and I'm supposed to believe anything he say that he'll do?/
ok.......tell you what before I ever fall off and go pop/
I'll take this semi automatic........ load the clip............... play russian roulette with myself and fire off one shot/

Graphix Godbody
"Current State of Affairs"

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Untitled By Graphix Godbody

I got a crown made of several thorns/
so when I decide to return to the booth, you see me fighting the monster that's sporting about 7 horns/
and 4 faces, I'm spittin this john blaze shyt/
see me, yeah I club heavy like the Hulk has turned caveman/
every dude that's in my cypher is a certified ape fam/... See More
and I bless mics with a touch like a healer for my faith....DAMN!!/
y'all aint stoppin the kid/
I won't quit til 7 days after the apocalypse ends/
I got a automatic rifle in the form of a pen/
so when I ink verses y'all see that the battle begins/
just mail me my trophy, I aint even gotta enter to win/
Cause if I freestyle. who after me can come as hot as the kid?/
who else can split atoms when his spit rattles/
and leaves in the form of sound to hit a mic just so he can rip battles/
everything I've done is just as important as the thing after/
I make history, I was in a tree hitting Isaac Netwon with a few apples/
the mic beater/
whack rhyme eater/
I'm the best of both worlds like if Robert finally found a grown woman for him to pee on/
or if Chris Brown married laila ali and tried to beat her/
son you could eat one/
my style is so heavenly/
streets diggin my words, chicks feeling my melodies/
giving you a word of advice, just let it be/
I been hot since it was cool for blacks to watch BET/


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Allure Chapter 4 (Plots)

The sound of expensive high heels walking across the glossy marble floor resonates through out the Crawford tower, located in the center of the town, its one of the most expensive and luxury hotels in the town. The workers stare at her as she walks to the elevator, enjoying the attention as she reaches the reflected elevator door. Studying herself in the mirror, fixing her long black hair, applying lip gloss to her luscious lips and brushing some dust off her light coffee skin, checking her body that she workouts out five days a week for. Enjoying the slight vanity she is presenting, the door opens and she goes up to her office, walking through the door of Marjorie Crawford‘s office and she seeing her brother Stefan sitting in her chair.

“Last time I checked this isn’t Stefan’s office.”
“Good morning to you too.”
“What’s up? I thought you were still on vacation?”
“Had some business come up, so I had to come back a little bit early.”
“This doesn’t sound good.”
“Sonny LeBeau has taken over his father’s organization and has been making a lot of big changes.”
“Haven’t heard of him, when did this happen?”
“About a week and a half ago, his father had him sent away after his mother was killed.”
“So is he going to bring drugs and guns into the city, sounds like something dad is going to love to hear.” Marjorie says in a highly sarcastic tone.
“Actually he is going to stop drugs and violence in the city.”
“Yes, he has been knocking off low level drug dealers and their supplier’s.”
“Wait I heard something in the news about a local crack supplier’s stash mysteriously going up in flames, also he vanish in thin air.”
“Yup that's him and his enforcer, Alexander Banks.”
“So he is cleaning up the streets using mob tactics that is kind of ambitious if it wasn’t illegal but what does that have to do with you, I hope you are not still in the drug game?”
“No I’m not but I have some business dealings with the Queen family and they are on his list to take out.”
“Why would you do business with a mob family and they are the worst of the worst!”
“Power, Marjorie.”
“What did you do to get in their good graces?”
“I killed Dominic LeBeau.
“YOU WHAT!” Looking out the window as her employees quickly turn their attention back to their work, sitting down in a nearby chair as she tries to make sense of what her brother just told her, Stefan has always been attracted to power and that attraction has landed him in trouble and with this new admission, he is going to be in more trouble than ever before and this put a fear in Marjorie’s heart. “Do you have any idea of what you have started Stefan?”
“I have everything planned out; there is no need to worry.”
“How did you kill him?”
“I poisoned him and I did to get in good with the Queen’s, I will gain enough power to take control of the city, I will push dad out and take down the mob.”
“I know dad hasn’t been the best father in the world but this is not the way to get what you want, besides you killed a man and what if his son finds out, he will kill you.”
“Like I said, I have everything planned out and if something goes wrong I know exactly how to deal with it.”
“What the hell has happen to you, Stefan?”
“Just going after the things that I want, we all can’t be dad’s favorite.”

Stefan gets up and kisses his sister on top of her head and leaves, he knows that his sister won’t snitch on him but he knows that she is the only one in the family that does love him and that she will try and find her own way to save him from himself.

Marjorie sits in her chair but before she takes a much need breathe, her phone rings and the caller I.D. shows that it is Michael Crawford, her father. Picking up the phone, he tells her to come to his office in a stern and aggravated voice, hanging up the phone and knowing that this is not going to be good. She enters the elevator and heading to the top floor to her father’s office, entering through the doors of the massive and extravagant office as she sees her father getting his haircut behind his desk, the barber finishes up the light fade and packs up his tools, leaving as Marjorie walks to the desk. Michael puts his suit jacket back on as he stares at Marjorie in a menacing way, beginning to wonder if he knows what her brother has been up to, keeping her poker face intact as she waits for him to say the first word. Staring at her father, who could pass for a man in his thirties instead of a man in his fifties, light grayed hair with an basketball players height and physicality, wondering if she can keep the truth away from her father to protect Stefan, her father is the most politically powerful man in the town. A lot of people fear him and always want to be on his good side, Marjorie knows that he has always had a soft spot for her, daddy’s little girl always and that has even put a strain on her and Stefan’s relationship. Knowing that she will have to keep her brother’s secret because her brother and father have never had a close relationship, it even seems at times that her father hates Stefan and if he found out what Stefan has done, god knows what he will do to him.

“Know why I called you up here?” Michael says.
“No, what’s up dad?”
“I found out information that a mob war is beginning to brew.”
“Between the Queen’s and the LeBeau organization, I thought since Dominic LeBeau died, his organization would fall apart?”
“I was hoping for that but his son has come back to city and has taken over, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he will take out the Queen’s for control.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I have had meetings with the mayor and the chief of police, they are creating a task force to take down both families but I had something else in mind.”
“Like what?”
“In times like this, just arresting them won’t make a bit of difference, these type of people know only one thing and that’s violence, so if you obliterate all of them, there is no way they can still harm this town and its people.”
“Dad you are talking about murder, you have too much to lose if you go through with this.”
“Our family has done a lot to make sure that this town is safe for the people to live in, even when our family had no money, we have always been there for the city and this war between these families has hurt and killed a lot of innocent people, its time that it stops.”
Even as Marjorie listen’s to her father, she feels that something is behind his words, he sounds like a true politician and he and Stefan have a lot in common. Both of them are willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish their goals, including murder.
“You have already made up your mind about this, haven’t you?”
“Nothing I do will make it back to our family, especially you.” Michael says as he places his hands on his daughter’s shoulders and gives her a kiss on the forehead.
“You didn’t have to tell me this, so why did you want me to know?”
“I need you to keep your brother in check, he can not do anything to cause problems for the family anymore, especially when this plan goes into action, can you do that?”
“Yeah I can.” Marjorie says with all her uncertainly about that request but her father can’t see what really has happen, his own son jumped started a mob war.