Dec 21, 2005

All Hope is Lost

As I walk through this soft land like walking through a wet swamp, Mosh, my standstill will urges me to go on but I can’t
Must be the punishment for my sins
I’m cursed to alone
Lone soldier in this pointless war
My body full of scars
But I rather die than lose my pride
Die than turn to the other side
Die than be confined by the treacherous opponent
The sole component for fighting on is …
Wait I think I forgot
My thoughts rot in a place where no man dwells
I don’t know why I fight, with all my might, my instincts tell me it’s just right but some times I wonder is my instincts right
The last night, my last fright, last shiver down my spine
Because my ever burning, everlasting, forever burning, torch containing the embers of my wills and dreams have been blown out by a gust of wind
I fight on, but it’s pointless because all hope is lost
Well at least I lost all my hope
Don’t know how I cope with it
I just do, must be my gift

The sun’s ever closer
The world still sits on my shoulders
But now i'm just going to let it drop
Wounded in the soul
My scarred soul
No cure that can possibly show
Treacheries and miseries
I’m forced to endure
I’m sure there’s no cure

Power of my power
Scurry and scour to the depths of the earth
No man’s land
I walk through it
That’s why I’m cursed
Cursed to not know the truth
Cursed not to open my eyes and realize
I’m secluded, deluded
By this white fog my puny mind will not allow me to comprehend
I’m nauseos
I need to throw up
Not that nasty stuff
But all my emotions exploding with the power of a ocean
In my inside

No longer am I cursed
No longer shall I walk the depths of the earth
Searching for answers when I finally realize
There were no questions
Now I wake up
I woke up from my eternal slumber
Like sleeping beauty without the kiss
No longer am I blind and my first sight is a white light
And no I’m not dying
This white light overpowers, showers me with bravery as if I was a coward
With compassion as if I had no heart
And with most importantly the truth

There were no shivers down my spine there was just my spine
It wasn’t my last fight or fright
And I didn’t lose all my hope or maybe I did
You know what no I didn’t because
Here I stand
Alive and whole, not scarred in my soul
Still continuing life’s journey wherever it may lead
Because I’m willing to walk to the corner of the Earth
Searching for my destiny
Because I’m destined to be something
And never, never will my hope be lost
Because on this journey
I learned one thing
That my hope follows me wherever I go as if it was my shadow

Dec 19, 2005


I love girls
I love ladies
I love women
They're like candies
Know what, this ain't a Candyshop
It's more like a ice cream truck
But it seems that the prices just went up
Cuz no female is just a dollar's worth
Been 1 'mil since the day of birth
When these chicks rule the universe just remember that i was the first,the first to say that they was hot, smart, sexy and whatnot
I loved it when they argued, loved it when they fought
Loved the way they blushed when they finally got caught
No matter how much they cost they were still something i' would've bought
As long as the passion lasts, girls are something my heart would always sought
That was just a jingle, but i know that it sent the ladies tingles
Let me remind you that Mauricio is single
I mean seriously, ya know i had to write something for the females
They're so, so, so precious
Whether they're playing with friends or searching for vengeance
I don't care if they're small, big, or, or got their boobs enhanced
They could be nerds in technology or cuties doing dance
A girl is like a portrait that even if the portrait consists of only a tiny white dot someone will still pay at least 1 million dollars for it to be hanged on the mirror so they can see it everyday
Please, i'll pay a billion if i had the moneyI'll give her dixie sticks to lick, then some sweet bumblebee honey
I know what's going inside every boy's head right now, Fantasies!
Fantasies about 10 girls with them on the same bed
Two girls, one matress, need i say moreSome lonely men will probably get a whore
For all you married dudes, ya probably want go home to your wives and wish that for this one night your kids were out your lives because you got something planned, damn!
Just hire a babysitter man!Are you that horny!?Are you that lazy?
If you ain't, i am
(I can't believe i'm going to post this on slamfam)
You know what, let me just stop saying all this stupidity, and let me start saying some explicit literacy
Girls are hot, how many flavors, i believe there's a lot
Vanilla, chocolate, caremel, and the list just goes on
I wish i could place all of them in one big bowl
But to not to eat them, but to admire the swirling beauty that i will one day eat
I'll turn up the volume of the sexual music and take tablespoons in according to the beat
I love females so much i'll even sneak in to the girls cabin, and then once they hear the creak, the'll know i'm there to take them to the camp's creak so as they're skinny dipping i can stare in satisfaction at their delicate, gleaming skin, God their tissue is so sleek
The day i'm blind a women's body will be bleak, i can't even think about it, it would be like a horror flick
But you know what, i've decided that not even blindness will stop me from functioning with what makes me tick
Just tell me there's a 16-year old chick with a nice couple of moon-like buttcheeks and a 6-inch in diameter tit
That would definitely make me emerge from the darkness,hell, it'll probably make a 1000 other weasels pop out from that same box
Girls have been a plague, are a plague. and like smallpox it has spread, but unlike smallpox it will stay as a plague
This desease will be within me till the day i become deceased
God, this plague can't be cured, can't be endured, scientists can't find the solution cuz they're infected too with this inevitable infection , which means you've been injected with a special admiration for the femine population, and who's complaining? Not me!
I appreciate the feminine touch these ladies have laid upon this distinguished nation which we call our vast universe
Without this certain touch our universe wouldn't be as incredible, as credible, as diverse
The feminine population makes me burst, with their mini-skirts, mini-shirts, tight shorts, thongs of all sorts, with their cute dangling purses, curses, Mothernature's forces has full control of men, always making us change courses
My next course, next path is to the admiration of Mothernature herself, Queen of all queens, never before seen, most wanted of all the kings
I bet she has the most sexiest,curvy,desirable,gorgeous body, the most intellectual,dynamic, passionate mind
So far i know that the rhymes in this poem might be forced, but who's complaining?
They could be worse, so many rhymes, lines making me hoarse
But i'm alright because i'm doing it for these people we see everyday but we don't really appreciate because they've been so successful these past years causing us to hate
We, men, boys, have been afraid cuz we don't have the 1st player controller anymore, they have it and we've realized it now that's its their turn now
And YES, you know i'm talking about your mother, your wife, your daughter, your headmistress, your baby, the best, your friend, your sister, your partner
So, go ahead and congratulate her

Dec 14, 2005

I Want to Thank

I want to thank you because you're glorious
For being there when i needed it most.
The colors of my thoughts and my worries that appear in front of me.
You open up the book of illustrations that were once caught in my eyes.

You always awited me in the afternoon to take away that of which
i went home to mourn like a monsoon.
And that touch of seewtness you add to the light wind passing by.

I felt so relaxed and hugged by the blanket of my favorite colors
that lasted at least one to two hours for which i used to sigh.
The warmth that i would lose and go back to my room,but i used to
wait until afternoon to say"i want to thank you".


Because of You

I don't know when you knocked on my window
When i was caught up in a dream the background of blackish indigo.
You didn't ask, but now that i see, you didn't have to.
With your infinite words
you unlocked my heart and allowed it to escape when you detached the cords.

Because of you my emotions fly freely
As if my words were ever-lasting ink that never before had shown completly.
You came to me wen i was depressed
and you cured my routine of being in distress.

Because of you i know my mistakes
and you made me realize what it takes
You gave me comfort and relief because you wanted to.
Not because of me or anyone else,but because of you and only you.
I was in search of what i wanted to be
And thought i would no furthermore be insight of the true me.

With your deed
you grew a seed.
A seed that that no longer hid the key
that destined me to see my reality.
Sadly you wouln't believe how it hurt so badly.
So for the lesson you taught me i would always say thank you
Because i can lie to myself but not the pen in my hand.
So i know that to you i can stay true

Because of you



What if the first tears I shed didn't have a purpose?
Was it worth it?
A challenge spent with a mother,father and two brothers living at the corner of my troubles.
Is this life?
Do I still have more to go?
The years of a sleeping mind finally woke up at the age of seven.
The day I saw the truth of a mother and father and the decorations of red and a Friday the thirteenth mirror.
Was it a dream or reality?
Is this life?

The streets I walk daily to a place filled with differences.
The streets I walk back to my prison where I face the bellows of a mother and a son that grew up too much.
He's not the same and he reminds me of my father.
Is this life?
Did this lead to the fight between father and sonnear College Ave?
A father has to look up at his sons.
Is this funny or shameful?
Is this life?

I guess he's too short to confront his responsibilities now that he's got back his
freedom from a jealous woman that has six kids, I think some from different "men".
If life is limited, how did all this happen to make me feel I'm living an eternity?
My mother has butterflies because she can finally have hopes of going back to
visit the country where a jealous man that sent someone to kill the captin of a
ship where she sailed side by side with her father and his ship.
Is this life?
Is life that board game that you get as a birthday present?
You can't play life over and over again.
You can cheat in life but when you cheat in this life, there's only so little that you can mend.

Is this life?

Is this life?

Is this


By Dalisbeth

Dec 8, 2005

I Am Poetry

I Am Poetry.

The round and the fat letters, the ones tall and proud.
The vowels, without whom my words, wise, wily, willful
Woeful, witty and whimsical,
Wouldn’t exist.

My words placed together, equidistance apart, each a part
Of a larger phrase, larger stanza, larger sentence.
Each a slim slice of a grand pie.

You see,
I Am Poetry.

The young poems, pimple faced and confused,
Underdeveloped females graduating high school.
Jeans so tight they may cause disease, but so eager to please she wears them anyway.
Immature males entering the ninth grade, angry because they’re angry and angry because of that too, who’s parents expect them to think only of high school.

The ugly poems, told by portly people; ashamed and spit upon by the beautiful.
Twenty five pounds to go and another failed diet attempt flies in the face of this
Bally’s and Crunch and NYSC infested contempt for unshapely figures.

The ugly poems, big mouths with small minds,
The powerfully stupid.
Thinly veiled illiterate idiots in charge of my, your, and our future.

I Am Poetry.

The beautiful, simple poems,
You know, the birds and the bees, and the green leaves in the trees,
Simply swaying in the cool spring breeze, appeased and quite pleased.
I am Dr. Suess’s Green Eggs broken on Shel Silverstein’s Sidewalk, because

I Am Poetry.

I’m the ultra-concentrated strength of haiku, a simple droplet of which, like soap can fill my sink with bubbles.
I am iambic pentameter, a sonnet, and villanelle, and politically imprisoned nouns and verbs and taboo vocabulary.
I am the fun students have saying assonance, diction, and epistolary.

I Am Poetry.

The fluidity and the rhythm of thoughts rushing river fast and the cacophonic crashes of word waves in collision. 50 Cent performing Jazz, Eminem dancing a jig.
I am conflict and conceit, cooperation and collusion.
I am playing poker. Nikki Giovanni and Nikki Grimes both hold a pair of aces, Sonia Sanchez and June Jordan stare angrily side by side, while Gwendolyn Brooks and Maya Angelou quietly survey the situation.
I am Morpheus telling Neo he only offers the truth, and I am Neo popping the red pill.

I Am Poetry,

And I’ll flip these words to suit me.

I Am Poetry
I Am Poetry
I Am Poetry

Am Poetry
Am Poetry


Words, vowels, ugly, beauty, Haiku, Shel, 50, sonnet, iambic, assonance, diction, epistolary.

I Am Poetry.

Dec 7, 2005

Another Game

This poem is inspired by Eminem’s Stan, keep up with the situation. Make sure read the time and all

Dear Ryan,

Hey man, how are lately? I saw in football and got them out of safety. You were pretty good I must admit. I saw how angry you were and how you threw a fit. I have those too I can understand. I’ve been watching you I can relate like no one else can. We have a lot in common more than you think. Every little argument pushes me to the brink. Hey maybe we can become pen pals like others, oh man I got to got it’s my mother. Hey man write back soon because I am about to move, peace.
Your Friend,
4 days later

Dear Andrew,

Hey man what happen? I see you got to move same with my friend he got the government after him. But why you have to move? Now I got one less person I can’t talk to. Well on another note how you been? My life is crazy and I can’t fit in. You know we are one and the same, except different houses, parent and different names. Man I hope you best of luck, oh man I got to go, my sister got a cut. See you later I hope.
Your Friend

1 week later

Dear Ryan,

It took a while to write back. Well at least you did but now I got to pack. This maybe the last letter I will write because my mom is tired waiting for yours all night.
Its okay, maybe I’ll visit another day. I hope your family okay. Mine isn’t it is hell but don’t tell. No one knows it is secert between me and you. But please write me back soon.
Your Friend

Next day
Dear Ryan,

Forget what I said. I’m staying, my dad decided to pay the bill instead. See there was a fight but the government won but it took all night. But it’s all right. But wait it gets even better, we can now write letters from now and forever on. This is probably the happiest I’ve ever been. Ever since I heard the news I’ve been happy ever since. Isn’t it great, oh man its 11:00’o clock man it’s late. Write back.
Your Friend

2 weeks later

Dear Ryan,

I was hoping if we could meet. But guess not because you didn’t answer for 2 straight weeks. This is a warning, maybe the mailman forgot. But next time this game has to stop. Your probably busy I know how you feel, I got time to write cause I missed my favorite meal. See that’s how much I care. If you can’t write back just meet me over here, if you can’t get to my house call me man it’s only fair.

2 days later

Dear Andrew,

I didn’t get your last one, okay. Don’t get mad because I did what you had say. Maybe we can play football; I’ll give you my number so you can call and have a game because without you man it isn’t the same. I’m happy you could stay I really am. Oh crap I got to it’s my dad.
Your Friend

(This letter got lost in the mail)

1 week later

Dear Ryan,

Oh I see how you be. Haven’t written me back now oh I see. How cruel are you? You didn’t write me back or come to my house too. You should be ashamed. So stop toying with me like it was another game. Well you don’t have to write, because I running from home at 11 tonight. I can’t take it anymore! My family hates me to the bitter core and on top of that you hate me too! So forget your family and forget you too!!

P.S. So confess, are you a true friend?

11:59 p.m.

Dear Ryan,

I am on the run away from my home. But not coming back well not alone. I sorry for what I said. I snap sometimes, I forgot to take my med. I get angry for nothing, and then I act silly. I usually snap when someone disses me. But it is okay I hope. I just want to say that will you run away wit....

Andrew was slain at 12’o clock on 169 street.

Dec 3, 2005


They started just like a child in the ways of poetry
Except me
Without a cause
Without a meaning
I wanted to do it but I couldn't, wouldn't, refuse to do it
Thinking, keeping everything I ever knew and held it inside
Put it in the back of my mind and try to hide it but
Everyday I came up with more exciting dirt
Thinking my dirt would hurt everyone I ever said
But instead
I jotted it down
Hid it where it couldn't be found
But now
I released it in the open
In the wide range
And it was strange because everyone was amazed of what I did

I freestyle everyday
I say different things but my hope started to fade
Away into the abyss
I reminced looking back in the day
Looking at the times I started to miss
But look at this
These meanings, this poem
This rhymes
You could say my lines were forced
Well say what you want
Because everyone is
All these things I started to miss
I pick up where I had end
Now I begin
A new chapter a new phase
A new poem that would soon amazed
Everyone, I hope, everyone is in a daze
Hope my freestyle help me.........

See I'm a kid
Just a kid that kids arounds
Do things that I'm not allowed
I just want to be a kid
But poetry pulling in
In the whirlpool of dangerous tales
And peril hoping that I would not fail
I know you don't care but freestyle help me

I grew up
Like no other kid here
I am not the kid I appear to be
See, where I'm from this is my only connection
Now keep your attention
Because freestyle is the only thing I that I'm allowed to do
So be on your toes because there going to be part two

how Freestyle came to be

Right after Fieldston, me Issaka, and Mauricio threw around the football. I threw it over a gate while Mauricio retrieved it. When we when on the bus we found out Edwin and the others had left us. While on the bus we started to freestyle towards our stop. When we got off we took one route so everyone could travel together. Then we continued to freestyle. When we freestyle it was nice, it never realized how good I was. This was when I saw I could make a poem. Also it is also an ironic poem because it not actually freestyle.

Nov 30, 2005

Wednesday, Nov. 30th, 2005

Frank came today and we had a pretty rousing lesson. It was in fact, one of the more spirited lessons we've had in recent weeks. After two and a half years of working in the project, I think a few of the students are becoming less and less interested; and it only takes a select few to get the rest of them distracted and feeling the same way. Even with that said though, today's lesson seemed like an enjoyable one that pulled in most of them.

Mr. Algerin (Frank) started by writing an open ended statement on the blackboard. "I want to thank my _________," from which we were supposed to freewrite for about ten minutes; no breaks. Students started to write, as Mr. Donohue and myself and a few seemed intereted in further developing their freewrite. We didn't really delve very deeply into what we had actually written since this was just a basic warmup.

Then we really got into the theme for the lesson. We started by re-visiting the last couple of years work; all the different types of poems and the different themes we've explored. We started a basic association map/bubble chart on the board with "Poems" as the central theme. Students raised their hands, called out and spoke to one another, and we eventually had a bubbling list including Epistlory, Persona, Odes, I Am/Elements, Political, Metaphor, "Dis Poem," Where I'm From/Community, "I Want to Hear a Poem," and Colors/Music/Found Objects. After we looked at the board, the students seemed to become increasingly aware of the magnitude of their repertoire. Even though it has been a couple of years, they have produced so much work it looked overwhelming on the board. That is until we took the next step, which seemed even more grand.

We moved on to a cleaner part of the board, and this time Frank placed "Poetry" in the center of a seperate Bubble Chart. Rumblings and murmering ensued, and I could tell most where eager with anticipation. Frank continued on and asked them what they actually thought and felt about poetry itself; How it makes them feel, what it does for them, where it takes them, and various other facets of their feelings. Hands sprouted quickly like spring grass as they poured out their insights. "Comfort, Passion, Beauty, Joy, Enthusiasm," came blasting out quickly. "A New Chapter, Inspiration, Bravery/Courage, New Way to Communicate, Knowledge, Word Search, Perspective, Not Formulaic," and "Relief" were others painted on the board in a flash of chalk dust. After we caught our breaths (not literally...) we then went a little deeper, and began writing exactly what the brainstorming led us to. Frank put on some Jazz, maybe a little loud at first, but definitly soothing, and hands sprang into action blazing trails through the lines of the composition books, while steamtrails rose from their heads.

After we wrote, we did as we usually do and left nearly half of the 90 minute block for performance. Issaka, Mauricio, and Wayne (Shining stars all of them) all volunteered to perform. And did they ever! These guys are becoming more and more natural vocal/performance poets/slam artists who seem to revel in trying to outshine each other. All in all, it was a very productive lesson/workshop which led to some spectacular poetry. Mybe they'll post them...or maybe they'll be performed.

To be continued....

Nov 29, 2005

World War III

It seems to start off with these teens...

Kids get robbed by these teens who can't afford to buy books
but could afford to spend $50 on a pair of jeans.
How weak can these people be?
They just can't give these kids a break 'cause they need to get that paper.

Crooked cops seem to shoot first and ask questions later.
How can you shoot a man for taking out his wallet?
That seems not fair.
They seem to be the gun and us the bullets.
They use us like little puppets
'cause they think that they can order us to do
whatever they want us to do.

Why can't we just march through that "White House" to speak the truth?
Just hope that a little mini war doesn't go off
so they can kill a bunch of innocent kids.
Then blame it on our parents.
They might say that our parents aren't responsible enough,
abuse a little girl and say they had probable cause.

I hope they know that we won't ever stay quiet,
'cause we gonna march through these streets and spark some major riots.
We will fight until the end of time so we could finally be free.
This will be so tremendous it will be known as World War III.
Adults will not be the only one in this war,
'cause the kids who started this war will not be ignored.
This so called "United States" will not be so united anymore.

Now back to the fact of the matter at hand.
It had something to do with Iraq,
and how Bush will always put in his hands.
Oh yeah, the war that's going on in sand,
and the master plan for Bush to take over everythin'.
It seems like the government's gettin'
too greedy to watch other places have their own leader.
Now Bush is in Japan.
He says that they're not doin' a good job keepin'
their people happy when he's the U.S's president.
"Yo Bush, it's us who you should be worryin' about!"
So for that, now I'm gonna end you,
you see 'cause that's just me.
I need to be the lead in this future riot to be.
We gonna start World War III!

I don't, I can't, I won't
stop for the people,
'cause the people are the reason for my demise.
I can see into the future 'cause I got magical eyes.
When the hell is Bush gonna realize,
all of the fire burnin' within our eyes.
You caused so much suffering in our lives.
We so alergic to you 'cause we just keep gettin' hives.

You see, it takes a while to be free but in no time get drafted.
When ya get home and ya find out ya think "how can this happen?"

Innocent people die while Bush is in his mansion,
gettin' wealthy off the poor so he's proudly clappin'.
Bush even got these little boys and girls askin',
why are their moms and dads cryin' in their beds gaspin'
for some air-Oh my God, my uncle Jayson's in the navy!
Bush is recruitin' little babys at the age of 18!
If we speak up, can there be a chance for our troops, maybe.
My uncle must be on that plane prayin' for God to save him.
I don't understand why bush is causin' all of this mayhem.
We got Hussain now what about Osama BinLaden.
For all that we know he could be sharin' a beer with Bush laughin'.
The government's interogatin' Hussain but he ain't crackin'.

Somehow I know that Bush is behind this whole thing, it just suits him.
Why can't America bend the rules, grab a pen and recruit him?
Bush just likes to take from those who just have nothing.
He says he does it for us but we all know that he's bluffin'.
We need to stop all of this and just kill it,
but in order to do that I need to be takin' over by my uncle Jayson's spirit.

You see, he's been through training and that got him nowhere.
He needs to get to the truth, believe that he will go there.
He got to the battle field and with almost no hair.
People have died in his arms with his eyes filled with cold tears.
He found out that for this war he wasn't even prepared.
He feels as if there is so much weight is on his shoulders,
but he'll make it through this war because I believe that he's a soldier!

Nov 28, 2005

Making of My pain

Guys if you look below, I have written a new slam poem, It came to me while sitting on the 2 train and having a burst of different emotions right before my stop (almost missed my stop too!). well, I was thinking of all my old poems, new poems, and how I had nothing to write. I sat on the train and a Man with an eyepatch (maybe eyepatch wasn’t needed, hehaha) any way he came in, not begging like other people and just silntly asked for change while then stepping off the train and I felt all of his raw emotions without him having to prove it.


My name is Wayne Rodgers and the title of my…
You know what scratch the title of my poem because my poem will not be summed up in a word or two, not summed up in a verse because you, you do have to hear my message
You see, Jesus Christ gave up his life for us but some people wanna take their lives, I must, I must try to awaken, the godforsaken, poetry making, emotion locked up deep down in our brains, the emotion that switches sane to insane, the emotion that is quite well untamed, the crazed emotion called… pain.
Many people experience pain once or twice, for example the biggest experience of pain was after the great days of Black and White, how people began to think that life needs to be more bright and when they decided to turn on those neon colored lights they could not belive the sight, the sight of; my eyes, my mouth, my nose,…. my SKIN
That’s the title of my poem, now for the stanzas or yellow brick road to the end or beginning of my journey to explaining the origin of my pain, one cause is America, you see,
At times this nation can make you fell that you ain't rich enough to die, rich enough to cry, rich enough to ask why something gotta be like this, we can't have a fit or the government is sneaky they will have us quick

The so called greatest nation with a govenment of hating races, they hate our colorful faces
They're the so called greatest nation of all, they've never taken a fall but you know what they have taken a blow before
They've taken there own blows Bush left them and god knows he left them for a few days is he thinking is he crazed, the vision of a great nation is fazed but I ain't amazed
They say Bush don't like black people but I'm not one for controversy, there is no monster verse "see", I'm just here to explain my thoughts and dreams for you all to see.
Disney says a dream is a wish your heart makes, so I'm telling ya to follow your dreams within your dreams, because life ain't what it seems, you gotta believe, you gotta achieve and one day you will see

Slaves were forced to do jobs, forced to be mobbed
and if you think about it this nation would not be without the favor or should I say hard working labor of us black saviors

Pain caused by a lost of one point and how later on left unknowing on what is a poem, The pain of being lost, not lost in the sense of where I am but who I am and where we are meaning in which point of time we are in, I thought i knew sometime before but this is now not then, you see, I once had an urge to go on, a rush, my words were swen, swen together to make a visual of life better, better for you, me, hope and life to be
you see, what I wanted to say or explain was confined behind the bars of my mind but it was hard to explain the words deep down in my brain but I always tried anyway

The dictionary says a poem is a composition in verse. To me a poem is what I feel, who I am, and what is real, its my heart, my rhyme, my effort and time
My definition of a poem is life itself

To wrap up my poem or composition in verse I'd like to tell ya to change the Earth

Live your life right and don't give up the fight,
live it free cause freedom ain't free,
take every step like it was your last and be who you want to be Leave the heartache of lost ones, thoughts of guns behind you
My name is Wayne "Way J" Rodgers and the title of my poem is

Nov 24, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving!


Since i left early yesterday i didn't really say it, so here i am saying it. Well, i just hope you all have a wonderful day with your families and friends. I know this is not a poem, but it's a holiday celebration! Have a good time with Madison's first Thanksgiving BABY'S DADDY, and say hi to BABY'S MOMMA for me alright. God bless everyone!

Nov 22, 2005


All the things that could be
But we will never know
How can it be that we have no choice
On what direction our lives will go
If you think you have free will
Then answer this to me
Do you really have a choice?
Or is life just fate to be?
Tell me could you choice to love
And did you choose to cry?
Will your heart choose to ache
If someone you loved were to die?
Did someone choose to kill?
Or was death just their fate?
Then, will you choose to morn?
Or will you choose to hate?
How far will our free go?
And what difference does it make?
That's something only God will know
And the rest is up to FATE.

Nov 21, 2005

Unreachable Level for Me

We started writing like it was just a game
But the more we wrote, the more it brought us fame
We weren't unknown anymore, we were finally known
They read yours, his, her's, and even my own...
One year and a half later
We're still writing and getting better
But it seems to me that everyone has reached the next level except me
I'm pissed off, but don't think I’m angry at you cuz I’m not full of envy
I feel like we all started as regular Mario's, and everyone but me all ready got the mushroom
I'm still struggling with these turtles, I feel alone, alone in this room
Similar to Issaka, I sit here with a pen in my hand without something to write
(Someone once told me that i wasn't a king anymore, but a mere peasant, i think he was right)
You don't understand, at least Issaka had a pen in his hand, all I had was a blank journal laid out in front of me on the surface of my bed
Even if I had a pencil, there still would've been nothing, my period was done, it as if the pencil had ran out of lead
I don't get it, I started out fine, yet right now I can't come up with a good sensible rhyme
As I’m writing this I’m just hoping these are well-written lines
When we started the first class with Mr. Algarin, Issaka had all ready written like a whole page of his "Dis" poem, I only had about one, two, three, four, five, six lines, that was the first sign
The first sign of my downfall, I realized that I couldn't write any rhyme or a hot line
He was Leonardo di Caprio and I was just Toby Maguire
He was always telling me my poems were hotter, but now I think he was a liar
You played the main character in the Titanic(The best-selling movie ever) while I played some comic-book super hero
I can't believe I lost my flow, on a scale from one to ten I’m so low, I’m a zero
I mean, Issak man, your poems are so hot they're spreading like fire
Me on the other hand, I'm like a friggin SUV with three flat tires
Please, don't think I’m not confident because I am and I hope I’m not making it seem like I don't have any self-esteem
But I do have a fear, a fear that this year I might not make the team
People have told me that the class will still choose me, but you know who they're going to pick
I feel like if they do choose me, I’m going to be dreaming, it 's just going to be like a dirty trick
It's not fair for me to be on the team when so many others deserve the spot more than me
For those of you who still think I’ll make it can't you see
I've been to Mt. Everest and now I’m back
If I was still nice, I’ll be able to climb back
I used to be like an All-American QB, but now I just got sacked
But by who? By me? By you? Or by the realization of the truth that I’ve been knocked off my own roof
I’m like a NBA player believed to be an All-Star, but slowly and unbelievably I started to stumble over my own dribbles, started to miss shots, and started to lose money
Then all of a sudden POOF, fame was lost, image destroyed
I even got proof, how is it that everybody is writing slam poetry except me
There you have it, talent gained, talent lost, or maybe talent was never found, never there
I’m the kernel that never popped, the pc that never got upgraded, or maybe the civil rights leader who got shot, or maybe the principal who got demoted
He may be focusing too much on everybody else because he believes they’re writing better poetry than him
He doesn’t know how they write on paper their poetic selves from within
Are they really writing better poetry or is it that he just hung up his gloves because he didn't want to fight?
He has to conquer the darkness; his mom can’t keep on holding the flashlight
He has to wake up and work fast because it’s getting dim
Is there really darkness, is he really talentless, is everybody really better, or is it just him?

Nov 17, 2005


My Apocalypse - Hector

As I sit here alone and discouraged;
I think of myself;
From the laughter at my issues;
To the decay of my soul;
My emotions are flying left and right;
Up and down;
Fighting to get out but kept bottled in;
For some unexplainable reason i think has death forgotten me;
For that some say I'm messed up bad;

They say look for a silverlight when in need;
Where is my silverlight;
I stand here on the edge of life looking,searching;
But all I can see is darkness;

My friend dies over a damn ring;
Others abandoning me considering my disbelief of god an issue rather than a belief of no belief;
These feelings are pulling me deeper and deeper in to this ocean of emotions;
Soon I'll drown for not knowing how to swim through my problems back to the surface of life;

I remember when I thought life was fun and games;
Now I only know pain and shame;
#$!@ this game;
Its getting to me;
Eating, scratching, and devouring my mind, body, and soul;

My world is falling apart around me;
And no one knows or atleast understands;
I'm going in circles;
Burning to ashes and gases;
No hand is out there for me to grab;
to hold on to;
No shoulder to lean;
No bed to rest on;
No friend to run to;
No life to live;
No reason to live;
Goodbye and goodnight;

I'm not there;
Therefore I'm not here;
Therefore I'm not;
When i disappear;
No one will notice;
No one will care;

I've been abandoned in this unknown world;
It's so strange;
I've been here for way to long in this state of mind;
I can't escape;
Send me a cease and desist before I squezze into my fist and incease to exist;
Because most likely i'm gonna do somthing i might regret;

Who will save me;
Guide me;
Find me;
Be a friend to me;
Help me;
Be there for me;
No one has;
No one will;
I'am alone;
Betrayed by the world;

Can't take it,
Pressures overwhelming me;
screwing with me;
All my life I've been lonley;
And I always will be;
I'm on the brink of failiure;
To comprehend and comprimise my demise;
I'm comin to an end;

I don't want to tossed aside as usuall;
I'm falling down a never ending fall;
Into nothingness;
I cry myself to sleep every night comforting my misery;
I die in every dream;
I can't decide;
I think might commit suicide;
I am no more a somthing;
Now Iam nothing but a nothing.

Live From New York....

We're more and more getting the hang of this technology stuff. So here are a few audio clips, and a video of one of our Slammin' Allstars. There will be much more to come soon (I hope...) and please be advised, these are works in progress....

'Dis Poem - Issaka

What Life Seems To Be - Wayne

A Student - Mauricio

Ranting and Raving...

I don't normally post here, unless it's feedback for you all, but after today's session, I very much felt like some public "airing out" is necessary. First, to all you poets, you know I expect only the best from you. You know I've been in your corner for a few years now, and I look out for you guys. All the extra trips, the staying late after school, chatting at every lunch period; I've very rarely said no to you guys, and with good reason. I’ll try to keep this as short as I can, or as succinct I should say, but I think after today’s session and the follow up performance/demonstration we left not quite understanding each other’s point’s of view. First, please don’t apologize. Mauricio, you know I haven’t edited anything anyone has written here, but I did take down your last post. Nothing in what Frank or I said was intended to evoke any feelings of doubt or low self image. What we say to you all, whether in group sessions, or face to face one on one is always intended to stimulate and motivate, and to show how much potential we both/all believe you ALL possess, and to simply focus what you already have at your disposal. You are ALL so talented, and your world views are expanding in ways and in directions I know I wasn’t viewing at your age. We often talk about how others find their motivation; how they craft the words they come up with, how they know so much. The sad fact is that you spend so much time trying to live up to someone else’s standards, trying to write like others write, trying to perform like professionals, and others perform, that you seem to lose sight of yourselves. You’ve often overlooked your own talents. Focus, concentration, vivid description, attention to detail, vocal tone, emotional tone, we could go on with hints, tips and strategies forever – but as Edwin pointed out to me after our session today (he’s working on a piece about this as well…) this is the first endeavor he hasn’t been able to approach systematically. There are no equations, there’s no formulaic approach, no concrete techniques he could master or research to be able to do this. What you have, you have, and you can make it more, enhance it, spice it up – or you can be happy and content, comfortable with what you’re capable of at this point. There’s never any pressure on you do more than you are ready for, or to attempt something you’re uncomfortable with, but even in saying that you all know you’ve seen each other take certain risks with your works, and have seen each other have wholly effective days, and ineffectual ones as well. I don’t want to ramble, so in closing – and we can discuss further if you like - just don’t lose sight of what makes your work your own; keep it fresh, and keep doing what’s earned you the recognition you so deserve. Talent is awesome, but you can only be as talented as you allow yourselves to become.

I Teach - Version 1.0

I listen, I talk, I comfort, I console
I forgive, I anticipate, I congratulate, I scold
I love, I hope, I hug and I hold
I wait, I counsel, I encourage, I mold

I help, I coach, I chase, I catch
I struggle, I yawn, I twitch and I stretch
I stand, I fall, I follow, I lead
I understand, I call, I plow and I seed

I communicate and aggravate
I pass and I fail,
I’m sometimes confused,
But I also prevail

I read, I write, I can’t and I can
I nourish, I worry, I hurt, I demand
I stress, I express, I manage, I reach

I eat, I sleep…

I eat, I sleep…

I live,
I breath,
I feel,

We teach.

Nov 14, 2005

You Don't ..............

You don't understand is a line i often hear
especially from those who hold pain so dear
Instead of relating their misery
They chose to dwell within their own agony
To say You don't Understand
is an easy thing to do but
do you know what ohers have
been through
I've seen babies beaten within an inch of their life
Done time with husbands who killed their loving wife
A woman who was raped and left to die 'cause she told
a simple white lie
Families so poor dumpsters become a diner
Sometimes they have to splurge
from a trash can liner
People selling their only child
Just to feed an that was
unbeleivably wild
Death Feeling of Lonelyness
No need to feel shamelessness
Your hearts been broken in half
Mind still living in the past
Cold dark thoughts of suicide
"Why don't I just do it tonight?"
Put it in the back of your mind
let it rest and you will find
Dark clouds begin to part
New love will mend the heart
Thoughts of suicidewill disappear
Selfesteem will reappear
You've been made fun of but it's ok
learn to love another day
you hear the stupid laughs and claps of stupidity
hopefully there is no mental lapse
Look deep inside and you will find
Time to realease your feelings in another rythme
Your not a waste of time like those who try to find
the hate in the world
Go to any nursing home
and visit the elderly look deep into their
deslate eyes where memories use to be
Reach out and comfort them
while holding their hand
and whisper in their ear

Stage Fright

The crowd has come,
Seems that I've just swallowed my lung,
Already the fat lady has sung,
And this cat rip out my tongue, I'm speechless and show hasn't even begun!

Stage Fright overwhelmed, seems like hell
Emotions trapped in a cell, but no one can tell
Only I can tell, I feel that fell deep down the well
In my humilations

I never know, life is story untold
My story is cold; Stage fright put me on hold
You never know, what the hell going to unfold!

On the stage I stop in mid air
This was my fear, was my ending truly near?
Everyone just stared, my lines wasn't clear
But they didn't know I really cared

I thought
A second I just mumbled and stumbled over the wire
Almost ripped my attire

Now people watched me, like a freaking idiot that I was
Now how will I recover from this because?
I just made an idiot all of us!

Day after day, hour after hour
Seems that the king has lost his power
Now he's a coward, and used to be a great empire
Seems that he will never go higher
They call him a liar, now no one believes
His shaking his knees, his heart freeze

Here I go again I stop to think but I'm pushed to brink and my heart just again goes to sink

But I revive I survive, and people pass by
Looking like if I wasn't alive
But I strive to go all out
But with no doubt, no words come out my mouth

Everyday I'm scared and alone now I'm prone
Everyday I lose my tone, my temper, my heart turned cold

I stand here a piece of garbage
My heart, my mind fell into the pit
Got stabbed just a little bit
And make it lit
Into a big fire, just let burn it doesn't concern
Me I been humiliated
This is my lesson to learn

I never know, life is story untold
My story is cold; Stage fright put me on hold
You never know, what the hell going to unfold!

Stage Fright scattered my life and my career
But that doesn't matter
Because my heart isn't here
Anymore, what will do?
My whole life is strewn
But now I am a fool
Because I will never give up I never will now and ever again!
Because I turn back because of humiliations and people
That stupid when will I learn
That the only thing that concerns
In life is what I earn
And not what I receive so everyone believes…

You will never know if life is story untold
But keep pushing
Pass the arguments, and humiliation
Here's an emancipation of you


When the lights of life flickered
i befriended my shadows
Darkness was my shroud
In which no one can see the tears

You see the sun
setting in my eyes
You reach out in the public eye
Yet you let me go in solitude

First came hurt then came pain
Finally anger showers down like falling rain
Slowly now i gain control of them all
wiping my eyes till next they call
For now i keep my feelings under wraps
Hopefully there is no mental lapse
There they will stay until it's time
to realease them in another rythme

I hide my fears from you
you can't uderstand how i feel
you can't know what goes on in my head
You know what

Your smile doesn't fool me and your stupidity makes me sick
I may have been crazy once but i am not that thick
To think that as you stand before me
acting like a fool
I could not think about how i like you

I thought about the situation
But it never made any sense
but then it came to me
and i realize that this whole thing was nothing but a

Do You Really Know

Do you really know that this world is twisted and rotated in an evolution
Do you really know that as you talk about me your failing yourself and i'm living on
Do you really now that as you talk about me your dying and i'm surviving
Do you really know that your wasting your time
Do you really know that my aunt just died
Do you really know that your just like everyone else
Do you really know that your not better than me
Do you know if your eyes are opened and if you can truely see

Do you really know that this world is twisted and rotated in an evolution
Do you know that as you talk about me your killing yourself and i'm striving to survive
Do you know that i'm talking to you and your still not listening
Do you really know that i can't stand the way you act you don't even got my back
Do you really know that people walk by the poor and not give them a dime
Do you really know that their just like you and not a waste of time

Do you know that the world is twisted and rotated in an evolution
Do you know that theres people that think about suicide
Do you know that babies have been beaten within an inch of their life
Do you know that there are husbands that killed their loving wife
Do you really know that a woman was raped and left to die because she told a simple white lie

Do you really know that this world is twisted and rotated in an evolution
Do you really know that im saying this poem from the top of my head
Do you really know that you talk and talk and there's no progress
Do ypu really know that i have said the same thing over and over and your still not getting it
Do you really know by saying this poem i'm being just like you
Do you really know that people can't be happy when they are treateed so crappy
Do you really know that it is hard to smile and laugh because their mind is still living in the past
Do you really know that this poem is not for you but for me
for me to love myself and know what ever you say does not matter
Do you know that the reason i'm saying this poem is because i have so much stress locked up inside pf me it's unbearable
Do you really know that i'm a poet and you don't even know it
Do you know anything about the person your talking about
Do you really know that by saying this poem i'm acting just like you
You know what, NO, 'cause what i have to say is true

Do you really know that this world is twisted and rotated in an evolution
Do you really know that i have stood here taking up about 2 min and i don't even know the reason for this poem
Instead of standing here for 2 min the real question should be DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?

Nov 10, 2005

New Era

Make way for the one and only
The number one poet judge solely
On how I make my poems and how I say them
I'm not the person that raids them

I am the new generation can anyone stop me?
My poems are crazy, people just don't copy
People just don't know a wave is on the way
Now people try to step up but have nothing to say

I am the new era in this business
Now people are coming up with all sorts of craziness
Soon I'm going to have my show
For people who know my flow
That's they way it goes

People want to say something but they know they can't
They worried and scant
And now everyone going to make some rhymes
And they are killing their time
Because no one can stop me
They don't know because they didn't see
Me in action and how I perform
They think I'm just a kid in uniform

It's a new Era make way for a new time
I'm spitting these crazy rhymes in my lines
But now listen to this
I'm making more rhymes I'm making a list

Yes indeed and while you sit around
I'm literally you to the pound
I'm approaching and quite quiet
I'm powerful I'm my own silent riot

Okay what are you going to say?
Don't you want to play?
My little game you already lost
Meet my trainer it's Mr. Craig Moss

Now you're lost my fog
Try to breathe in but now its clog
Feel the pressure you're going to choke
In front of your family and own folk

A New Era is coming towards you
Your eyes turned gray and the sky is blue
You're scared and it's curtain close
Now I'm finally going to destroy my horrible foe

Make way for the one and only
The number one poet judge solely
On how I make my poems and how I say them
Now everyone saying I've already lost to him

Even if I've made a error in this era
A new one's coming and I'm pulling together
I'm pushing forward and everyone jealous
But no one not even you can come close to this

My line knocks you out
Come on now there's no reason pout
Just try next year because my time is now
I use words that are not allowed

Words that make you think
I'll take your adipose, dissipated image to the brink
And skate around you like a rink
And just like quicksand, make you sink

Be circumspect I'll tell you now
I'll take your smile and put it upside down
I'll take that grin and make you frown
Who's good now?

Even if I've made an error in this era
Even though I'm clever
Even if it's my last year my diamonds are forever
It's just a new era

Nov 3, 2005

'Dis Poem

'Dis Poem By Issaka

This poem is a poem that has no physical its just a figment of your imagination
A poem that makes you wonder if you're crazy
'cause this poem has no author it has a mind of its own
And can only be shown to those with a pure heart
People who have sufered pain and loss
Pain of being torn apart
loss,loss at a cost
And it was your fault
Your thoughts an assault on your self
Makes you melt from your duties of life
All your light out with a switch
This poem is this and so much more

This poem has a message to deliver to all you who denies
and despies what your hearts tell you to do
Get a clue, from anything likes blues clues,
Listen to your heart or you will pay thats what this poem says

This poem is so hot it burns like dry ice
Makes everyone scared to touch, scared to think,
This poem is a human though
It came through my hand,sigh...
You dont understand, this poem is not mine, it shines on its own
And wants to know
When legends are brought up, does it get brought up
Does it get caught up in your mind, entwined and entangled
Like a spiders web
Like a snake it sheds and instead becomes better, ready to get an applause
'cause it knows its the best it just wants the rest of you to know its the best too

This poem is perfect
Not knowing the definition of losing in it dictionary
In a competition when opponents hear this poem they satrt their own obituaries
Knowing their names will be on top of the list
This poem fights with no fists
Shines with no lights
rhymes and make sense
it can nice or a nuiscanse
The decision is rests within your self

This poem is free as a dove
White as the heaven sky
Immortal, it will never die
Runs on rechargeable batteries it will always shine
Let me repeat one last time
This poem isn't mine
To be continued...
Half time, let me change that last line
To always be continued
In all of ours, yours
In everybody's head

Oct 27, 2005

Who Ever Knew?

Who ever knew?
That, what lies in front of me is the truth
And that I can't go back
I couldn't hold tight; I couldn't say good bye
All that is left is a blury memory of the past,
In which I find myself trapped
I can't return and face the horrible truth
I am not blaming anyone or anything

But couldn't she hold on for just a couple of months
For time is a powerful tool you must use wisely
Or it will juxtapose, filing you expired from the core of this planet
We are only temporarily

For she almost lived a century
She belongs in the "great" generation that
Follows behind me

Waking up with a shiny smile that lit her face
And ending with a frown that lets down the
Flowers after living many years
And when the door to that bathroom opened
It was the end of history
I felt her motions within my blood
Whoever knew it was going to happen?

Lying unconscious on the floor, without
Having that same lively child power that lifts you up
Like nothing happened
Destroying most of your senses
With the hard brick floor
As fifteen minutes had passed - I left school
Early and received that phone call
The phone call I never wanted to hear...

The tears rolling down my eyes were
Like drops of rain on a tormentous, cloudy,
Sad and dull afternoon
Not knowing that the end was near

Waking up to that world of extinction
And shadows beyond this realm
I was paralyzed - never will I get to see
Her again
I hadn't seen her for about the number
Of days in a week transformed into years

I detonated with fear
Feeling an electric shock that ran through
My body, giving me some type of signal
That the beginning was only ending

Earth's nature was darkened with the
Knowledge that she had just passed
Away to a better world

I will always remember that blury
memory of her....
She will always be in my heart!
From the beginning until the end of my time
Distance, still doesn't matter

Never Say Never

Every time I flow every time I rhyme
Someone taking their time to listen to my poem
Line by line
My skills get better I get better
I thought I never make it but never say never

I started at the bottom and risen to the top
Nothing will hold me back I will not stop
Now while everyone is talking about nothing
And everyone fronting

This is my story that you will hear
About a boy and his perseverance
About how he got much better
Now never say never

I never thought that this would be the day
How many people stayed?
To listen to me
I thought I never see
How I transform to a great poet
I getting better you better know
Now my poems are having twists and being clever
I never thought I make it but never say never

I used to hate the idiotic ideas
Of poems and how no one will see us
Us as in the outcast
The ones who hate poetry and always laughed
Laughed how they sound so crazy
They always sounded like another slim shady

After a while my feelings grew
And then I found a connection through
To release these feeling and what I am saying
Now they hear me now everyone staying
I never thought I had a cover
To hide my feelings, now I share with one another

Now I am feeling free
Free as a bird and big like the sea
Now I say what I want in this poetry
Now everyone's eyes on me
Now see
Never say Never

Oct 26, 2005

This poem by yomar


Acid Rain

I will never forget the acid rain of pain that stained my life forever
While you take your time to grind with my rhymes you are not really listening
Now rewind nine seconds back in time and listen
I said the acid rain of pain that stained my life forever
When that moment hits you will stop your jaw will drop, eyes bugged out with an agape mouth
You will be torn your heart stomped out on the floor all worn

It is the acid rain of pain that stained my life forever
I was heartbroken I cried an ocean no one had a notion to cure me
The acid rain mainly messed with my brain
It is the acid rain

Now the phase that past that shortly lasted but not too fast is gone
My eyes are clear; my light has appeared now all darkness is illuminated I have no fear
I shall face the dark nothing shall tear me apart again I will not go back to the start it ends now

Now is where it ends it all depends on me where I defend myself of the acid rain
I tore through the former me now all shall see that I am the key to my success
The shadow torn apart that laid on the ground that shade is now gone

It was the acid rain of pain that stained my life forever
I was heartbroken I cried an ocean no one had a notion to cure me
The acid rain mainly messed with my brain
It was the acid rain

Now I shed new light I no longer have to fight I am a new me
I am living a new life everything is all right there is no struggle no fight I am a new me
The angry storm that formed on top of my head has cleared up every one shall see

Now I am new improved always better but you have to include
Those who help my person find my ocean in my deep blue sea
They got me together now I feel better

Now can you imagine this happening to me?
Now you know I have a new flow how can this be?
I found time got sick with my rhymes line by line can you see?

The acid rain of pain stained my life forever
I was heartbroken I cried an ocean no one had a notion to cure me
The acid rain mainly messed with my brain
There is no acid rain

My Poem

Is there a poem that defeats the unworthy of poets?
A poem that never backtracks but always marches forward
Is there a poem that takes the heavenly throne?
Or a poem that becomes notoriously known

Is there a poem shatter the rules of reality?
A poem that someone can visualize and see
Is there a poem that takes you through different points of view?
A poem that takes you on a ride through
Through dangers of this world to the magical blue sea
Is there a poem worthy for me?

Is there a poem revives world trade center?
A poem where a new matrix is entered?
Is there a poem that finds the meaning of life?
A poem where you can finally see Jesus Christ

Is there a poem that solves 30 year mystery?
A poem that takes you through American History?
A poem that reveals who actually killed
Kennedy or why the gold quarter values nil

Is there a poem that can beat the beaten?
A Poem that you can tell what someone is feeling
A poem that can touch an angel
And why you back talk your mother even though they made you?
Is there a poem that makes the devil break out in tears?
A poem that makes even you even care?
A poem that shows what happened in the past?
Even through those events happened so fast

Is there a poem that makes scientist looks crazy?
A poem where even your favorite food not so tasty
Is there a poem that can revive the dead?
To bring back legends not the fed's
To bring back Tupac or Notorious B.I.G.
Because they were nice and drop major hits

Is there a poem that so hot it makes fire look like ice cream?
Is there a poem that actually sticks to a theme?
Is there a poem so great?
Is there a poem so nice?
A poem so exciting
Is there a poem like that?
Is there a poem that has all of these things?
Yes there is one
It's MY poem

Oct 25, 2005

Inspiration: Lost and Found

Here I sit in my room with this pen in my hand
And once again nothing to say
Man oh man
Here I stand seeing my best friends
Tear up the stage and I, I’m trapped in cage
Isolated and alone
All my inspiration gone
And I’m feeling a rainbow of emotions
Which I want no one to know like how lucky doesn’t want the kids with his lucky charms
I am feeling lost, replaced, unwanted and unneeded just to name a few
I so badly wanted to be on the team
While others were making poems I remained serene
Hoping, praying that an idea would pop up in my head
And I would write it down as fast as a cheetah dashes through the wild
While my best friends were making poems as hot as cars turned out after they were re decorated in pimp my ride
Those same best friends encouraged me like there was no tomorrow
even though I’m not mad at them
those encouragements were putting me down leaving me in sorrow
Those encouragements were like little Pac-mans
Biting away from my brain
So all topics would vanish out of my head
The pressure was so intense
I felt like a medical miracle

I felt like I let my friends down
But worse I felt my self down
The feeling was so devastating so dynamic the letters of the alphabet couldn’t dream of forming a proper word to describe it
I tried to make a poem every single minute
But at times I felt like my lines and my rhymes were literally abusing the English language
I felt like I would go to jail for it
And I felt like I did
Because in jail they take away your possessions
And I was stripped of my topic ideas and my heart
So I could no longer write emotionally
Through my hand
A poem people love, appreciate and understand
I could no longer write a poem
That would elevate ,surpass my other poems
I was busy trying to make a poem that would show them
I was tired of being left alone in the side lines
And I didn’t realize
That a poem was right before my eyes
And that my adventure or conquest
Was merely a test
And to pass I needed to answer one question
Just one question
What is worse being judged by others or by yourself
I felt like what resides inside of me
Would answer truthfully and without a doubt.

The Time is Now!

People wanna act,
talk smack,walk,
n look at others wrong,
which makes other kids just try to right some wrongs,
but they can't right no wrongs.
They might be wrongin' that wrong.
The song in this poem.
That's why I'm writin' this poem
'cause no one can out poem this poem!

Don't get it twisted.
Don't confuse this poem for a rap.
This poem's a poem
and it's just that.
It might come off as a rap,
but excuse me sir..
are you writin' this?
C'mon get back!

Don't ever tell me what to write and fix,
I'm nice that's it!
I write what I feel 'cause that's just how I feel.
Don't tell me,
I tell you what's real.
Do you think that you've been out in the fight?
The fight for time?
Haha!Yeah right!
The time is now.
Let's do this.
The time is right.
I'm doin' this slam by choice!
I'm here to win the battle,
not the fight!
C'mon ya know I'm just tryna advance,
but I'm already
too advance for me,
I'm crazy you see.
I'm a pro in this game,
and ya just rookies.
I'm so advanced I'm a make it to the damn slam hall of fame,
and ya gon' be chantin' my name!

The flow to this poem grows
with every second that goes by.
Kidz ya need to recognize,
and understand who ya challengin',
cause you know and I know that ya betta be in this to win,
cause you know I am
ready to do whatever it takes to win.
I won't do anythin' but all the things that I can,
cause my boyz, Marz, Izz, and WayJ are in this with me to the end.
This is our chance,
our chance to shine.
This is our time,
our time to rise,
our time to rhyme,
our time to climb
that ladder that keeps fallin' every time
we create a rhyme.
The time is now!

I ain't goin' nowhere,
but to the top.
I can't be stopped.
My wordz I've rocked.
The time I've stopped,
I've stopped the clock.
Frozen faces upon
young ones,
upon different races.
The race is on
to be number one,
but this ones differunt,
it will never be done,
we must never give up,
this is the time for us,
because the time is now!

When it comes to slam poems,
you know that mines just are the joint.
You know all we needed to win that last slam was only one more point.
So now that the world know it,
let me finish this right here.
When it comes to compition, man I have no fear.
Don't act like you don't understand,
my voice and my words are clear.
So now that I'm almost finished don't think this poem is done,
'cause for all that you know
this is still part one!

Judgement---Part 2

I hope ya know the true essence of this world, cause little boys and girls can't seem to find the time to do anything but live crimes

I can't take back seat to witness this nation's defeat,
to witness latin faces be beat, to see how black races get treat
this nation is its own defeat

You may think you know someone or you may think someone knows you, but you can't get to know someone until you get to know you, you people and all people are dicrminating humanity, dicrminating you and many

yeah, I said that and now i'm here, now I'm back, I ain't gonna sit back hoping my words will change the world

I'm steping it up, slam day is coming do I hear footsteps approaching or are they running

This world ready to judge others and put them down, they will never let it go this nation is full of clowns

They will judge you like a book, they never look within your outlook, its sick how this nation is, they burn bricks and pile sticks, this nation is full of old pricks.

They say Bush don't like Black People but it wasn't me, I may back it up at times but I ain't going into no controversy
I don't know if its true or maybe its not, but I can't judge no one, although its fun, If we started now Pandora's box just won.



You may think you know someone
Or you may think someone knows you
But you can’t get to know someone
Unless you get to know you

People are unworthy, untruthful, unfriendly
You may think they’re your friends but its just envy

People judge others and put them down,
Just let it go don’t be a clown,
They judge you by your cover, your outlook, they act as if you were a book; you’re fat they yell, you’re dumb they say
But you are who you are and sometimes that’s hard to change

Pier pressure, that’s it the pressure worst of all reports of psychos and suicides follow the fall
I even try to hold on I try my best so follow my path to the end of this conquest

Listen up people I hope you heard don’t let anyone put you down

And all there is to know is, is did you hear me?

Oct 24, 2005

A Student

Every single one of you knows what i've been through this year
Staying up late doing projects, typing essays, and studying for tests

I got tired of people insulting me like it was a daily thing to do
I wanted to become a dangerous werewolf with saber-like fangs so i can get back at them
But it's like those insults were actually silver bullets that just killed me
I remember that at one point i felt so depressed that i started to cry
My nose turned a light red, and my tears were slowly rolling down my face, the drops splashed on my page in my shameful disgrace
I also got sick of being called something i'm not
Do you know how it feels to be called a pervert?
People calling you someone that's desperate
People calling you someone who's nasty
If someone didn't deserve love, a pervert is that person
Yeah sure, i acted a little silly before, maybe a bit childish and immature, but i was only playing like when you start saying you're a famous actor, or a pumped up slicked down gangsta rapper

I got tired of the teachers who taught this year, tired likewhen you just put too much load on the saddle of a horse
I know what i'm saying is disrespectful, but it's my opinion and i hope my teachers are listening
I got yelled at for small things, they failed for no logical reason at all
One of them even disrespect me often
Why should i let that happen?
To me these teachers were like cheap video games for my xbox
One game was dim-witted, it's instruction manual provided no instructions!
One had ugly graphics that made it seem like it was a game for Nintendo 64, not my xbox
Another had too many levels, so many that it made me feel like i was never going to beat it
One was just boring because all the stages were easy and the shallow storyline just didn't please me

I got so irrated this year because of all the work i had to do
So many projects that had to be done, so many events were going on
It seemed that way too many plugs were getting plugged into the outlet of my mind
It was overwhelming
Sometimes i stayed up doing homework till 2, or 3, and 4 o'clock in the morning
A couple of times i didn't even sleep at all
So i barely slept during the night, then woke up and went to school just to get yelled at by my teacher?
There was always something i had to do
I never had time for myself or for my family
I had a tough job and this job practically required me to work 25 hours in a 24-hour day
I wanted to quit , I wanted to get fired, but i knew i couldn't
When i could've been enjoying my xbox i wasn't because i was working on a report
When i could've been learning how to take care of my baby brother i wasn't because i had to complete a power point presentation
When my cousins came over i couldn't play with them because i had to study for a test
On mother's day i broke my mom's heart by telling her that i still had homework to do
That statement to her was like getting hit right in the face with a bat by a professional wrestler
My God! All this work made me crumble like when a building collapses on the ground
So i'll be leaving this year sad, angry, and with a frown
And hoping, just hoping next year i 'll have a better go round

I Got to Write a Poem

Many people wanna hear a poem that includes this or that but I got to write a poem that's worth way more than that

I got to write a poem to fill the air to draw you near, a poem to show our lives flow, a poem that shows how fast we grow, a poem to show the show the growth of my flow, I've gotta write a poem

A poem that shows my one to many losses in the poetry slam

A poem that makes the dead regret death and changes the curse of Macbeth, I gotta write a poem

A poem that stops time modifies curse words into rhymes I gotta write a poem

A poem to unite king author and Darth Vader a poem to cause other performers to yell "hey maybe I'll go later"

A poem to stop porky pig from st-st-stuttering a poem to make butterflies stop fluttering

A poem that asks why everytime I flip through T.V. I don't see any one of my color, only on the channel of BET, that's the only channel I see people with the same color skin as me

A poem that really proves that this nation still haven't realized their creed, there are people with no heart and people with such greed, a poem that asks was it worse being owned by slavemasters or being put down, spit on and being called drug passers

A poem that tells about the streets of NYC, where the hobos at and the drug addicts be

A poem that drops jaws haters yell there are no flaws that's against the poetic law

A poem that helps me write a better poem, I gotta write a poem


Sins I will never forget
The day when I forgive, I will earn respect
But nevertheless something goes awry
Sins will be with me till the day I die

Deadly, lethal always on my shoulders
Whether it is stealing or cursing out others
Man don't say you don't have sins 'cause I know you do
You can't say you never have a sin it haunt you

Never forget the day you strive
To do a good deed and try to survive
Try not to do wrong thy shall not steal
say your prayers everyday just kneel

And say please forgive me lord please forgive my sins
From my friends, poor all middle class and my kin

Sins I will never forget
The day when I forgive, I will earn respect
But nevertheless something goes awry
Sins will be with me till the day I die

Man how glutton are you?
Man you should have learn about eating food
Take some and take later
But think about it man aren't we all god traitors?
I mean we break every rule we should abide
Not friendly not kind
Side by side
Lie by lie
We set a record for low
We are cold

Oh man what did we do?
We are all cruel
Sins all around as we speak
Like ghosts in a graveyard it gives me creeps
Sins sins and more sins
Like finding a pin in a pile of pins
It's everywhere
Don't anyone care

I have guts writing this on this paper
You can't say I a traitor
Because you and you and everyone of you
Commits deadly acts in this deadly pool
We call life
It not all right
We do this for not reason at all
It not going to be fix with one call
We must all forgive our deadly sins
So we can start over for real

Sins I will never forget
The day when I forgive, I will earn respect
But nevertheless something goes awry
Sins will be with me till the day I die

Acts of sins are a crime to humanity
Come on people do you have any sanity?
Do you have no respect for god?
For all?

And we shall fight
Start all over so we can be right
But cooperation is all I need
I will need a week of it and it will blossom a dream
A dream everyone had once hope for
So come on everyone start over

Oct 21, 2005

First Post

Okay, I will try to keep this brief as I have a tendency to be long winded. My name is Mr. Craig, and I am an educator in the Bronx, NY. The kids/students whose material you'll see and hear on this site and I have been together for three years. We are participating in a Slam Poetry Project through which an Artist in Residence/Teaching Artist visits our classroom once a week for a 90 minute session and exposes all of us to the fine art of Slam Poetry. We write, practice and perform our own works. We share, we critique, we suggest, and we feel nourished.

These are our voices, our words, our thoughts and feelings, our secrets, our memories, our visions; past, present and future. We are young, old, short and tall. We are a stew of cultures; a cornucopia of heritages. We are Now, and we are poised and ready to rock this world. What you read, see or hear on our blog is real; visceral and aggressive, inquisitive and passive, and always, always from our hearts and minds.