145 SlamFam

Global Antics Produced by Inner Chaos

2011-12-28T19:23:00.002-05:00

I see the world as a globe,
Rubberball I can press and release perhaps,
Ball of clay I can push, poke, and press,
Squeeze, stretch, strap
Like playdoh to my hand, and then unlatch back onto the kitchen table.

Ready to be mashed and built and separated and put together again,
Ready to be played, on, in, with.
Out.

I see the world,
as a reflection of what is inside,
the World,
merely a reflection echoing visually
What I do not see Inside...
Balance echoing chaos.

What's your favorite movie quote?

2010-06-09T17:58:00.001-04:00

"If that makes me UNCOMPROMISING, then I wear it as a badge of honor cuz I'm in DAMN GOOD COMPANY! Martin Luther King was uncompromising, Nelson Mandela was uncompromising, and I'm sure your MOTHER was uncompromising, although the evidence of that is not apparent today."

Never be afraid to be silly...follow my lead @CinderellaKeiko

I never liked math

2010-04-15T14:33:00.003-04:00

He pulled her by her roots

two times

Slammed her body into the stack of chips

only once

Slapped her face

3 times

she began to bleed by the

second hit

She cried for a straight

6 hours

He stared at me with his

two eyes filled with rage

as he beat her as if he had a quick flash back to slavery

7 bruises hidden behind her torn coat

He told her it's because he loves her and that he cares for his baby

4 months into the pregnancy I can't believe this baby made it this long

She stared at me as if she believed I was a mind reader

a few glances and I turned my head a straight 180 degrees

He grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the store

3 screams had become distant

Like cinderella I saw her lighter on the concrete

dreams could only take us so far

2010-01-25T20:17:00.003-05:00

As i fall asleep to the melody of your voice and the poem or your heart the sound of your lips awaken me although this is all a dream I'm forced to believe its not as the wind whispers we are meant to be and our hearts scriptures in our body's we are in love and our destiny's fight in the endless battle to be together out reality opens our eyes and shows us were not it opens our minds but tells us should but how can so much differences make so much in common ?this love story or romeo and Juliet how they died and fought for each other em i suppose to be your Juliet an you my romeo if so i wonder how this story will end up ending as our last tears and our last drop of blood Finally col lade together our destinies finally surrender to reality and our mind stopped corresponding to our dreams that's wen we realized that dreams could only take us so far.

Perfection

2009-12-21T20:00:00.000-05:00

Words were so fluid flowing through my lips I never thought I could talk like this
Somehow this happen
This status quo that I thought would never work
Imagine
Two forces combined in the realm of music
Guess it’s intuitive the way we got glue in it
Its foolish to say I knew this was going to happen
Because I never thought a spark would ignite,
I didn’t think we were the “match”
Sulfur scraps on mind palates please tell me these synapses were right
I guess they were
As smiles were brought about
And although my tongue only kissed poetry I felt she would understand
Because your beauty could only be express with her
Even through breathless words
Countless thoughts
Up to this day I cannot fathom being in a relationship
Because to be honest
I never wanted one
Who knew it would lead to perfection?
I guess someone has got something planned
And if I knew in advance
This would have happened a long time ago I wouldn’t have needed to ask
But now excitement of emotions causes blood rushes
And we can’t control our own bodies
Their possessed
And the feelings expressed
You can only land on clouds afterwards
Its called bliss
As lips walk the grounds of orgasm
While your feet still kiss
We are on a higher level now, no not sex
This that
I understand you deal
Without understanding a bit
And why didn’t you call me flow
But didn’t complain for shit
Its like perfection
Simply that
And if wounds were inflicted from the future backlashes
I know you would still bandage our bond
And we will still be by your fireside sharing stories
During a night that I call perfection…

Ryan Rampersaud

untited for now

2009-11-01T22:40:00.002-05:00

untitled for now

mama when was the last time i told you i loved you
6 months ago
it was 6 months ago when friendly fire aided you to your death
my mother
lost to a straight slouching built
that cared less what life it took
mama did you know that 11,127 people are lost to straight bullets
each year in the U.S.
and the little shoes that hang on phone lines was
your message, and mama i will never let go
a soul connected only by umbilical cords
and the locket you left was tied on
i will never let go
grand ma told me to always pray for rain
to come and wash hell off this earth
so that i can hear your footsteps on my window seal
and hear you sing lullaby hymns to the sun to scratch at the horizon
my mother
remember those lectures that you taught me to be strong
mama nooooo
i know, this hurts me more than it hurts you
but after you can be that toy shoulder for mommy
my son, can stand up high for himself
this pain maybe hurting now
but, i love you, and i just want you to understand
my baby, i understand
the whelps are their to let you know what is real love
and the scars are i the remembrance, that mommy loves you
my son, i understand
she told me to look into the mirror
and i saw saw something that God forgot that he had created
because if he had created me
Adam would have a belly button
and eve would have not bitten that far into the apple
because apples only fall for the bastards that don't know God
and i am the last words God had written into revaluation
and he baptize me
1 for the father 2 for the son 3 for the holy ghost
and i became apostle Paul
writing words that never been said
crif craft creations of my own
because i am Houdini breaking you down into the stars that never took the time to shine
because the government told me mama is gone forever
and she will never come back
and i said that was a lie
because she lives forever in my body
i am the reflection of my mothers love
and nobody can tell me that
love does not exist

something like god

2009-08-29T19:21:00.001-04:00

U smell like something god was too afraid to create
So I stand firm in the belief
That u are a descendant of the clouds
With the sky imprinted on your back

I wish you would laugh more often
With me
or At me
It really doesn’t matter
Either way ur giggles leave me breathless

Women who scares me to a silent quiver of knees and shallow breathing
I just recently found the memory of the best reason to smile
on your shirt
U wear the same perfume as my friend
who slipped through the fingers of forever
To soon .
I know it sounds wrong
But smelling like suicide
Is a compliment here

Women with skin that sounds like the violent snaps of rubber bands
U are a recovering butcher
Or at least I feel it’s safe to assume so
You are stained blood red beautiful
With a soul like a night sky
The stars are clawing to your gut
A Broken Column for a backbone
ur spine is a painting the world is too familiar with
you are godly like fears trapped in a poet

and sometimes I wonder if u could see me past the mic
would u recite me?
dear cloud women,
I’d be your poem
and take honor in being left
on the stage.

2009-08-08T02:43:00.002-04:00

There is a coffee stain on the social fabric of this time,
That reeks of putrid milk spilled over a smooth piece of cloth
That is the American Flag,
No longer Red, White, and Blue,
But Red, White, and
Stained,
Unable to emit the scent
Of its pure dye,
Black and Brown Ugly blots, naked to the eye.

Inner circle is circumscribed by WARNING SIGNS,
Big Job, Big House, Big Dog, Big Family,
Stale ingredients coalescing into the bland boiling pot of utopia,
That shall sugarcoat one,
But artificial saccharides hide the underlying lie,
This cannot possibly be the American Dream.

“America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing”,
Allow me to unzip this layer,
Here are my quirks, odd-shaped nuts and bolts,
Here is me,
And your media-mediated circle of life, America
I’ve given you all
And now I’m nothing,
But another needle in this smoldering haystack of Dicks
And Janes.

(Based on 1950s American and quotes Beat poet "Allen Ginsberg")(Howl is a LONG COMPLicated son of a gun)

this man jesus

2009-04-13T17:16:00.002-04:00

This Man Is Jesus

Eloi, Eloi
I said Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani
Loi, loi, Eloi
Known as My God My God I said My God My God why hast thou forsaken me
God, My God
Sent down his only begotten son into the world for us
Eloi place him into a woman named Virgin Mary
Now out of the foxy mama’s that lived in beltlham he chose her
And they named him yah-shua
Which means Jesus
So this mean this newborn baby came into this world to die
He had purpose to serve like us
But purpose his was special he came into the world for us to be saved
He came to take on the sins of this world
This man was the perfect sacrifice
He had no faults and no sin but he was perfect
So when he gave up his life “It is finished”
There was no need more for blood sacrifice because this man bared it all
I don’t think you hear me
These people pull out the hairs from the bottom of his face
They spit on him because they thought that he was blasphemy to the highest Loi
They beat this man in the head with a rod and then press a crown of thorns on his head those thorns press through his skull and touched the nerve of his brain
These people showed neither mercy nor pity for this man’s life
They mocked him of his powers and what can do and the miracles he preformed
And when he tried to show them love but they relinquished him
These people was so Immorality that they beat this man beyond recognition
I’m talking about they scourged this man 39 times on his back
Until the point his flesh tore open and the blood flowed though his back
This mans sweat was his blood that dripped from his face
He told me that he was wound for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities and chastisement of our peace was upon him an
But I say No he was wounded for not just our transgressions and he was bruised not just for our iniquities and he was chastised not just for our peace of mind
This man carries that cross of a million dying sins riding on his back
And they stretch his wings out wide as far as they can go and pierced to that cross
They twisted his legs until they pierced his feet to the bottom of the cross
And while he was on that cross those words he screamed out corrupted my insides out because those words that were spoken was
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
And as he was nailed there the words that were uttered “I thirst”
But instead of water it was vinegar but he turn it away because that vinegar stood the sin of the world and it was to much so then he said “it is finished”
So those last 7 words that rings from the ceiling down to my ear drums
“Father into thy hands I commend my spirit”
Then “it is finished”

femicide

2009-03-26T21:39:00.004-04:00

this is a poem i'm wrote for a slam it can only be 1min this is 51 sec. give feed back !! =)

♪Hush lil baby♪
They are silent
because the silence is the only thing that will keep them alive as soldiers salute to flags between their thighs
200,000 women are rape in the Congo everyday .
When the sun cum’s
The clouds will climax and they are born
lil rays of strength .
Apollo slept with the Congo
and birth too many wounds between her bladder and womb
Who knew
that the truth of a femicide resided in the steps it took for her to keep her family hydrated
Water wells hold their fate
With rifles aimed up their skirts
Leaving gun powder to linger in their
Wounds
Even their screams are silent
And she’s not worried about how many men walk out on her
but how many men
Cum in and out of her
These women have been pushed to a place passed hope
Where even prayers are mumbled in a tongue God can’t understand
And tears forget how to form in eyes here
So they just sit in
♪Hush lil baby don’t say a word♪

!!the end!!

Femicide is defined as the systematic killing of women for various reasons, usually cultural. Femicide is seen as a gender crime. for more info on this go to vday.org

Funeral

2009-03-05T19:38:00.000-05:00

Connected by navels [naval]
My heart sinks in this titanic event
Salt brushes my left cheek, and this rose seems to be glued to my hand
I can’t drop it
My lips quiver, and clutch my face
My waist
I waste my life sitting in this place
But the grass keeps growing and the stones still gray
…I can’t drop it
I can still remember when her smile could lift my soul up
Could lift me under her bosom and feed me
So I could hold up
Support was never a problem
I would make my inconsistent bars for hours
Put the work in for ours
Put the roof over for my sister
Over my brother
My baby nephew I miss him
Wish I could kiss her before they killed them
How does it feel with out her? Like a life in prison
I can’t drop it
They would be remembered as blocks of cement?
That’s all they ever meant?
Spent years crying in this bed
I live with the bible by my side with God’s Amen
Amen
Thank him
I’m still breathing
My ribcage still closed
If only I saw her eyes before they closed
Before her pulse fell
Before her heart stop
Before I left the house
Before 12 o’clock [doomsday]
I can’t drop it
My eyes stare up
As if the sun could show me the way
Point me in the right direction
Show me the guidance
That’s in God’s eyes as healthy corrections
But I’m here
Mourning the past
Mourning the dead
Looking at the tombstone and still it read
Rest in Peace R & B and Hip-Hop
And I can’t drop….

Vision

2009-02-27T11:17:00.003-05:00

[[I'll give you guys a piece of my mixtape, that I'm still trying to record, Shock Therapy 117]]

Now my mind is fog up
Kind of... up
Trying to set my life straight
Since i screwed my life up
so i just type up
i cant light up
if they found out
i'd get my lights bust

So i look for the greater good
who should be the one
to steer away from satan cush [kush]

they say i have devil eyes
they say in your heart is where that evil lies
We all have that evil smile
But does that mean my happiness is a demon's cry?
I've been looking for answers it ain't in the skies
I've been praying
but they don't reply
My mom told me they say it disguised
3 months later
I have blood in my eyes
People say things could be a miracle
The works of a clerical
Magically
Spiritual
In this case they haven't looked for this case
Looked for this face
i've been misused in this place

I hate when they say born again
You die for your beliefs
But not born for them
I refuse churchs help I just need him
I don't hate them
i just don't care for hymns

I've been to confessions
Sown my woes
God forgive me
I put the cross over my soul
I crossed over before
And i lost my foes
I need this light so I can escape this hole

People like to keep the bible next to their bed
Keep the demons away
Is what my mother said
But according to my lifestyle that I have led
I rather put the bible right next to my head

Consumed in a environment
Bred for the streets
I can't just walk up the Gates I have to wipe my feet
disrespect my family
No one to go to
Wish I could fly away
And uplift my soul too

I'm trying to imagine
If that dagger didn't carve him
Would it carve me as harmful?
Been to that yard draped in black
Salute that mother....
He died for that flag
It don't matter if it was red or blue
It matters if my Jesus piece protects my crew

But thats behind me
I'm just trying to change
My face tilts down so I can walk in this reign [rain]
They keep telling about community service
I don't that bull...
No bread and circus

Push by D.J [[Miguel]]

2009-02-24T21:52:00.001-05:00

My mother never told me that I can be whatever I wanted to be.
Because she knew the statistics already held a position for me.

It started out with 12 of us.
Me and my crew, all the cool kids knew,
Cuz we were the loudest motherfuckers in the whole highschool.
We had a plan for the future, had it layed out too.
Thought we were ahead of the game, but we just spoke too soon.

+Stats say; 1 out of 6 of your friends
Gon’ cut class till one day you never see them again+

So, it was 10 of us.
Chillen, barely passin’ class.
Sittin’ in the back and cuttin’ everybody ass.
Always talkin’, but stood shut when a question was asked.
Until we found out we ain’t have enough credits to pass.

+Stats say; 10% of us think way too late,
And when the time comes, we won’t even graduate+

So, it was 9 of us.
Tassles to the left, I take a look at my mom.
She cryin’, I’m glad I don’t gotta deal with this shit at prom.
All fun, we got it in to our favorite songs.
We headed home, free crib, boutta get it on.
We planned it out, I’m finally gonna get her alone.
But the car crashed cuz he had too many shots of Patron.

+Stats say; 32% of traffic deaths are a result of drunk driving.
Leaving a slim chance of all you night clubbers of surviving+

So, it was 6 of us.
Way different from how we were in the start.
4 years later, already hit the halfway mark.
6 down, 6 to go. We holdin’ on for dear life.
Try to do the right thing and never think about it twice.
Don’t look back, no regrets. Stay on course through the night.
But sometimes you feel so left, that even death looks right.----Common----
You see, life’s just a game that you can’t control.
And when you’re stuck, people like to use cheat codes.
But they come with reprocusions. Truth be told.
It’s like Grand Theft Auto without free roam.

+Stats say; 59% of us are in jail.
That’s why we’re the minorities.
So someone better shift the direction of this fuckin’ story, please.
And if it ain’t you or you, then I’ma tell you what’s it gonna be.
It will be the spit comin’ out my mouth, landin’ right in front of me.

Let it settle and feed the roots of your soul.
Cuz these kids should be taught more than the best way to roll.
And fuck Jim Jones and every 167 seconds of his youtube video.
Which they felt was more appropriate than a damn porno.
But listen, I’d rather see a little boy admiring the anatomy of a woman.
Then seeing him learn about drugs and how to push it.

I guess these hustlas forgot the whole purpose of hustlin.
It was the only option left when you were in the dirt, strugglin’.
Meant to get back up on your feet, then be on your way.
Yet I see these same niggaz on the corner every gad damn day.
And it pisses me off, that these dudes are considered pushers.
And they don’t push shit.
They settled.
They’re tryna build mountains with pebbles.
And while they’re pacing back and forth 100 times,
I’m focused on pushin’ mine.
My boulders that stand together, yea the journey’s long.
But in the end it’s all worth it, because they stand strong.
And when those “Pushers” think that they’re finally on top of their mountain,
It all comes crumbling down, and they find themselves startin’
From scratch and by then,
Everyone used up the boulders and they’re stuck with pebbles again.
But I can’t front.
You’ll find a few pebbles at the base of my mountain
Because over time, you grow and back then I was an ant.
But I can’t and I won’t ever go back to pushin’ pebbles,
And fuck pushin’ rocks,
Cuz rocks were the limits that statistics put on our grandparents,
Who raised our parent on those theories,
Who’ve used what they learned from those tales on lessons for us,
And now we’re proving those stereotypes correct.
And I’m not lettin’ no one tell me what I can and can’t do.
So I’ma push, and keep pushin’ and I won’t stop until
I birth some inspiration into these kids who can’t tell the difference between a boulder and a pebble.

My mother never told me that I could be whatever I wanted to be,
Because she knew that the statistics already held a position for me,
But I turned it down, and I kept on pushing my boulder to the top of my mountain.

[[FeedBack]]

2009-02-24T19:44:00.000-05:00

Ive been denied as many times as a dime can be multiplied thats ten minus a nine,

Add 5, then divide by six, no sex, just wrist movements and stress less nights,

No rights just left, right hand on mouse while I stop then perplex, and vexed at the equation, ive been denied as many times as a dime can be multiplied thats ten minus a nine add five then divide by six....

One

The product, the quotient, the sum of my problems can all be done with one,

Yes her, she broke thy heart and refused to give it back,

And when she gives it back im so amused by her muse that I give it in return as a thank u for returning, wat u took and shattered and the cycle repeats,

And im amazed at her power,

How she can do this to me,

I love u wayne, rly??

Ur the best friend I ever had,

Now ask me how bad this word can twist and drag my soul out form body,

Ask mario how he felt wen he saved the princess and got nothing, nadi, nada,

Maybe thats the problem,

Im too much at war with gears

My 360, 360s the mind and all they see is another dude in loved with his games more than her,

No no, I love u baby

Baby

Maybe thats it, im too much of a romantic,

I need to be a dick, treat girls like shit,

Cease the good guy and be the guy that hits,

Cuz girls like chris,

brown

And I sing, forced to dance, so they wants a guy who cheats around, then slaps u for finding out

Nah thats just a joke,

I cud never touch a woman

Everyone knows if they hit u u just shake him,

Stop it woman, stop control ur self

Yea thats wat tv taught me,

Then were locked in each others eyes and our lips r interlocking,

Interlocking,

Locking

Locked in

Not like pop locking

But locked in a relationship

Commitment

Im willing to stand out and say yes im with it

Easy

Im being to easy

Gotta be hard to get.

See if I hang then flex, then flirt with the next

She’ll see me as no less but more,

Cuz I got babes hung on me like knobs on a door

Number one, number 2, number 3, number 4

I look across the room to see if she sees how much im adored

But then I adore

Not her chest

But her ears

Not that butt but her arms

Not her face but just the eyes

Cuz see im not like most guys

And I know most guys use the same lines

But I like wat most dont see

And thats wat locked u to me

sorry if theres mistakes, www.youtube.com/cokedarapper

Bullet Proof Glass

2009-02-24T19:32:00.001-05:00

Why is it that you love me from behind bullet-proof glass?
Why do you flinch when I move closer to you?
What are you scared of, tell me, what did I do?
You stand there and try to explain, you say,
That everything’s okay, yet you’re still standing behind that bullet-proof glass.
What’s wrong?
If I didn’t do anything then get from behind that glass.
You laugh, and hesitate to tell me bout the nightmare that you had.
About a man from the past, who got to get you from behind that bullet-proof glass.
He joked and he smiled,
You felt safe for a while.
But he got outta hand,
And here you stand now,
Behind your bullet-proof glass.
Well, I’m not that man from the past.
And understand that if I can,
I would go back in time and kick that niggaz ass.
And I know violence ain’t the key in any time or place.
But I know that it’ll bring a smile to ur face.
Even though that memory is something that you can’t erase.
When we kiss, the glass is the only thing that I can taste.
So can you please get from behind your bullet-proof glass?

[[Might Add More]]
Feedback yOo..lolsz. I juss wunned ya 2 noe I'm alive nd still writin'..

Seed of Glee

2009-02-15T03:46:00.001-05:00

You seem to be a homemade hot soup with ingredients gathered from the whole family.
You do not hold putrid flavors like our sister’s disobedience or my consistent calamity.
Your arrival marks the make of an inequality
And the utter beginning of a one-sided sibling rivalry.

You came in dark times and illuminated my life.
Listening to your charming gibberish made me quickly get rid of my strife
Listening to your cries made my eyes liquify and instead of breaking glass you broke my ribs allowing your pain to enter
Full of sorrow caused by your mood, I ran to you fulfilling my duties as your brother.

The seed which, when planted, had grown roots of glee in my body is what you are
I’m just reminiscing about how your past, innocent actions have affected me so far.
Our appearances most likely convince our characters to be equivalent,
But my heart wishes for you to emerge as more reliable, fortunate, and more valiant.

You are either greater than, or equal to me.
Or maybe just a better equal than me.
But, there are still variables and terms to be accounted for
And as your side of the inequality increases, my love for you grows even more.

(Wrote this for class like two years ago and NOW is when I post it!!!)

Spit Gold

2009-02-15T03:24:00.001-05:00

I must write because

My mind must be wrapped around a Hershey bar of poetry because that chocolate makes me happy,

My mouth must morph into a boom box yet again

Because my bones ache to feel the rhythms in which meters transcend

From the inner vaults of my heart out to the bass pounding oval frame of my mouth

I need to spit gold,

And hope my drops of saliva solidify

So you may see

That what I say, what I feel is REAL

Because emotions are abstruse objects hidden behind the locked gates of our chest

And as I try to get high off of that pure stash of ardor, it only gets harder

It’s like my tongue wrestles itself down and my words get tripped up as they dance upwards on my vocal chords

So they begin to form an itchy hair ball between my neck and throat,

So I choke

Seems like my voice box just broke because I know what to say but my lips don’t

But I need to spit gold,

And present to you a poem: a metaphysical gift wrapped around pieces of my mind

But my bottled soul has been more than half empty

But it’s not as if one’s heart can suddenly stop its circulation of the forever stream of emotions flowing in and out of the body

It’s not like thick arrows have struck my brain and damaged my limbic system causing me to grow ascetic roots as I rid myself my one true passion, to slam

I need to slam an audience with a vicious five finger smack of this-is-what-I-love…

So much

That I want to spit gold till my lips feel so dry that Chap Stick can’t come to the rescue

Spit so much that the mike’s pores overflow with puddles of my belly-quenching moments

As my voice attempts to quench your ear’s thirst to hear more

(didn't know what else to say......for now I mean)

Beauty

2009-01-15T19:35:00.000-05:00

Completely flawless
Down to the bruises and self-inflicted wounds
This is true beauty
I can not change your course
I can not change your ways
I can only take in your splendor
And breathe in this self-fulfilling prophesy
That downpours misery
That destroys its own body for you
This is beautiful
Simply beautiful

Homeless

2008-12-09T20:05:00.002-05:00

This box can’t keep me warm
This trash doesn’t fill me for long
Short-changed
Literally on the subway
No matter how much I beg
Only get a couple dollars for just one day
I try to save but it’s kind of hard when your shower is the rain
You just make me sick with your phones in your ears
You’re deaf when I speak
But I know that you hear
And my muffles come through your headphones
Kind of hard to not notice a vagabond I know
I used to be “civilized”
Used be steady with a 9 to 5
Brought home the bacon
For me, myself, and I
That’s 3 times the food I get currently from January to July
Only two sets of clothes now I don’t got a home
Foreclosed probably 4 or 5 months ago
Now I’m alone
Can’t get a job
Can’t sleep with your car alarms blaring
I’m poor
It’s apparent
But it doesn’t mean I’m not less than a human
You stare at me with confusion
I’ve had a college education
But a Bachelor’s can only get you so far without losing
Been draining weight, been force to pick your pockets
Sell goods at pawn shop
Your watches and lockets
Your game boys I cop it
Even those IPods and mp3s
Yes I got it
Cop it
Before cops stop it
I profit
But enough for one bowl of rice
Thanks Stock Market
What is a recession for you, is just more of a pain for me
Higher prices for goods mean more money to eat
Since financially I can’t stand on my own two feet
You probably love your flat screen TVs
Stuck on the stamps you stuck on your stocks
You get cut from your job yet I don’t see you on my block
My house is always filthy
Thanks to you
Wipe your own feet at my bedroom
Disrespect
Simply is just that
I can’t show respect back
Don’t see change
So two seconds later where your chain at?
Yes
Around my neck
That’s my check
That’s my salary
But don’t have any hope left
And I still pray to an empty voice
Still I get cleaned by nature
I’m free by law
But yet banded by paper?
How could I savor, this life without saviors
This game without kings just pawns in our way but
The obstacles we tend to topple in our path
It’s optional if you take advantage or pass
If you tend risk it
Then you miss it
You get pay back
Called consequences
I got hit hard in my wallet
I’m just broke now
Jump off this roof
God
I finally got a home now

~Untitled ~but inspired by her

2008-08-13T20:44:00.000-04:00

She is starting to understand
How the world works
And between the quivering breaths she takes
I want to hold her hand
“It’s okay
The truth isn’t supposed to be easy “

She finds herself plying double Dutch
Jump
Jump
Quick
quick
1, 2
1 ,2
1 ,2
She hippity hops betweens the lines that cause her to feel like an outcast
Never falling off rhythm because the
Ropes will hit hard
If the rhythm is broken
“Finding your self between middle school summers isn’t easy”
I try to pretend like I know what I’m saying
Because I know that if I sound confident she will feel so

“ I’m afraid “
She says with the high pitch giggle I am way to familiar with .
this Is the giggle given to the wind
While butter files get their wings caught between your vocal cords
“ it only makes senses for u to feel this way “

When u can no longer linger in the bliss of ignorance
The essence of not knowing
hunts your new found knowledge
Yes !
We have been born into a world where every piece of who u are has to be critiqued
Yes!
These bridges will one day have to be crossed if you
Choose to LIVE your life
But please don’t allow your anxiety attacks To pigeon hold u to the
Things the that are accepted in this society
don’t fall victim to theses classifications
Stop jumping
Breath easy
this is who u are .

The Unheard Youth Vol .1

2008-08-11T21:36:00.000-04:00

Milestone

2008-06-30T19:34:00.000-04:00

If only I could touch people hearts
Sounds corny doesn't it?
But my words doesn't roll off my tongue as they use to
My slur is different, my mind is changing
My environment calls for progression
Not poetry
So I haven't been the same but
The more I try to connect these thoughts onto blank canvases
And the more I try to reach out for the people
I can't seem to touch off that first line
Its been a milestone for me
I've written all there is
Name it I probably written already
So you can call me a veteran
The game is tired of me
Forget the competition
I'm here for the people
Why the hell are you in this?

For some strange reason these hands don't move pens
They move souls
And my hands been tired so I haven't written anymore
And more potential they see in me
It gets harder and harder to outdo my own poetry
I've escalated onto highest cliff
And the highest point of my imagination
All I could do now is look down in my disappointment
I'm tired of writing
But I love my poems
I can't cultivate these ideas
I guess I'm too old
I'm only 15
And looks where is bring me
Officially 4 years writing this tired poetry

And my mother is so happy of what I've accomplish in recent years
But its time to put my pen down
Focus on the books now
Maybe I'll get back when I can reach people hearts
It sounds corny doesn't it?
I know but its tearing me apart
My thoughts have been heard
By my many inspirations
So the people I look forward to
Have outdone my own creations
And this portrait I'm painting
Has been already seen
I'm not a Da Vinci
But I still call this shit a masterpiece
And I'm not the one to be bragging
My hands have touch more trees than dealers
And I handle more paper than school teachers

The more poetry the more love I kept writing
Even my pen got paper cuts
But no longer can I continue my vivid gallery of achievements
Look at me
I can't beat what I've made
I'm just a wash up memory
I am
I was
I'm still writing
But I can't
I shouldn't
I will not be fighting
For an idea to spontaneously conjure up for me
Its doesn't work like that anymore
I'm past the whole spontaneous inspiration for poetry

I can't seem the look further in the future
And see me writing the millions
And millions
For the people I've given
And shared my institution
They know that I give it my all
As for now this milestone has been harder than ever for me
I've seen people for this s**t for their life
I guess I'm not that worthy
My pen, my words, my lines, my thoughts
I'm taking a break
Until I could somehow again
Touch people's hearts

Consequence (Performance Based)

2008-06-30T19:32:00.001-04:00

My teacher said that every action has a consequence
A repercussion
I told her the definition was bulls**t
But then there a consequence for saying that too
It dawn to me
Everything that daunted me
Was because I f**ked up
And the consequence was feeling guilty
Regret
Remorse
Not a good feeling
And with my head down in detention
I looked back in reflection
And I begin to believe every word that came from my teacher's lips
Those arguments
With mom and dad
And discussion you've had
Ended up in a some sort of consequence
We live a world where we don't think ahead
And where we live for the pleasure
And forget about pain
So that means in 100 years no of us would remain right?
I see it like this
Human civilization since day 1 has been corrupted
Since Our mind discovered technology
During the age of exploration
And the more progression we've ever made
Has destroy the foundations
Look at us now forcefully feeding our government to destroy us
Our wallets on a strict diet
So you can go from point a to point b
And you don't care about a condom
Until you end on Maury
And the more naturally occurring disasters
Are capitalizing on our capital
And now inflation is happening
Our government is panicking
And those tax dollars mean nothing
Until we get out of Iraq 'cause
Our economy is moving ever slower now
You pay the same money for a bottle of water that's smaller now
And you don't got money to give a tip
So they probably spit in your order now
Its all the consequence of our actions
I lay back in detention
I regret what I said to my teacher
So I went up to her and I told her I understood now
Consequences
Repercussions
The whole nine
She was surprised
I stayed back to consult her
But my moms still grounded me for cursing in school
I told my mom I made it up to her this punishment is bulls**t
But then there was consequence for saying that too

Unlimited Inspiration

Acid Rain PT.2

2008-06-20T14:28:00.000-04:00

I will never forget the acid rain of pain that stained my life forever…
As it slowly diminishes what I thought I was
To
What they think I am
I begin to lose hope as these showers pour onto my existence
That was existing
But now as its christening my soul, don’t tell me that I know what the hell is wrong with me
I’m just doing what I’m told
I’m just what you want to be
Because right now I don’t know who I am
These acidic words from critics
Etches a gimmick onto my mind of what I’m supposed to be
A craving of a person who can be somebody one day
And no matter how much I want to believe that, I don’t think I can
Now I’m not saying I won’t
I try
But the pressure of encouragement and wisdom rains of my life
So when ever I fail your words burn in my mind
So whenever I succeed no tears come your eye
Just a reply
“You can do better than that”
I mean I would if only could
Shit
They decide what I do
They decide where I go
They decide what is true
They decide what I know
So I begin to believe my blood isn’t mine anymore
So I bleed your empty promises and I spit nonsense that was shoved down my throat
As a constant reminder that I am your image
Not my own person
Just the one I given
Don’t ask me when the next storm comes
Because no words come to my mouth
My tongue moves according to your will

Many people say they can’t describe themselves
Mine is easy
“I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t then why would I say I am
Everyday they said what I am
I don’t know its just the way I am”
And as this acid rain of pain slowly paints a portrait of a perfect image
Penetrates minds of other people and possibly making them believe I am that gimmick
Shit I only wish I could “RIP you out of me”
But now your just embedded in me
(Now I know J is mad is me)
I busy living a life sentence
So I wonder whens the death penalty
Even if I rebel your tradition
I can not leave Earth with out your permission
And that dotted line is blank
As it awaits a signature so I can get of out of
A stupid life so I believe the grim reaper my messiah
Wait nah I could never
If even the idea never daunted on me
I’m stuck with your words that had always haunted me
So
I will never forget the acid rain of pain that stained my life forever
There is acid rain
And it falls on me

The church says"

2008-06-18T19:13:00.002-04:00

why ya eyes full of scruteny
looking at me
cuz i realize the hipocrate shit that
you people try to convey to me
a belief of baptist preachers
that just seem to put on a show
for our country
saying in God we trust,
but how can we as a nation
believe in God
when there are so much bumbs on the street
living poor in poverty
i am not saying i am not a believer of God
or i do not go to church to praise the lord
but lord please allow me to repent before thee
because i am tierd of people trying to be the
gospel celebity
if you are not a doctor you should not
try to prescribe remedies
for the way God wants us to be
aint no body ever said
that church was the only place to pray
for i do pray for our troops
who fight for us,
we,
we never seen or have not ever picked up a bible
to read the book of Genesis
butit's only common sense
if you wanna get into heaven
you gotta read his word
words that have been put into the
mouths of Gods people
people who might not have fulfilled his
prophesis but got enough time and energy
to guide us through our trageties
why now a days every preacher wants to be
a singer
every deacan a rapist
every minister a fake
and no i'm not generalizing the Holiness of our natio
but there are a few people throughout
the world
who have sinfully destroyed
the holy name
yes God's name in vain
as she vainly stares in the mirror making sure her bosom was high enough for every man
in the congregation to see
cuz she wants to be
not that hoe
or that whore
but that crack hoe whore who is just trying
to change her life around
cuz around town she is known to do anything with anybody
for anything
damn
hipocracy is just another word that only sinners
can see
read
say
but the truth is the true hipocrites lie within the ministry

Tears

2008-06-18T19:10:00.000-04:00

I feel that tears are only apart of some ones imagination
you wonder why I don’t cry and hold my chest up high
well it’s because I don’t feel the need to show my
sensitive side to someone \who don’t care
you wonder who I’m talking to
well to tell you the truth it’s you
you are anyone who has put me down in my life
you are anyone who feel the need to admire me with an attitude
you are anyone who don’t want me to succeed
you are anyone who have never really seen me cry
and it’s not because I’m shy or because the amount
of pride I own is to high no it’s because I don’t know
maybe it’s for those who die within a inch of their life
or for those who are forced by dirty men on the street to lose apart of them
or maybe it’s for that poor mother who can’t seem to scrap up enough money to feed her two children
or maybe it’s because I have nomore tears left for myself since I cried so much
for those I don’t even know
or maybe it’s because God has created only me without a heart and I am
suppose to live emotionless
motionless towards the mortal who pains
or maybe it’s because you are the person who cause me the most pain in my life
you know I used to look up to you but now
all I can do is cry

Just Don't Let Go

2008-06-06T23:46:00.002-04:00

Just...
please, hold that thought
Its not to cut you off,
its just to keep those memories alive
Never have i struggled so much to remember
what it was like to speak those words
Those words that bound me to you in every way i
ever hoped for
Each word,
Each phrase
Each verse
Written so creatively, yet instinctively to the heart, so
Don't
Just don't leave me here to wonder what i'd do without you
Because there's not one minute of my life that goes by that i don't suffer
Reaching out to you has become more difficult beyong belief
But what can i do?
Let...Go?
How could i?
You surge through every vein that brings life to my very being
It's mere repetition is how i live, i love, i laugh
The reason why every painted hand, crescent foot, and existing voice has a meaning
Although your beat is faint, i won't leave you,
i won't give you up
My inspration is nowhere to be found, but
Try your best to be my saviour
Just don't let go of me

I Am the Bamm

2008-04-27T16:20:00.002-04:00

Summer sunshine blazed the school lot like bright stadium lights giving our grayish fields tans,

Converting this concrete complex of a field into our own gridiron.

Shrieks of “I’m open, I’m open” are screamed furiously through the sore tonsils of young boys,

As we hear the quick and hard steps of sneakers running through garbage rubble.

My ears take notice of the silent “choo-choo” of a freight train on track directed at me.

But my eyes do not,

Because they are searching for the thrown ball which will relieve my nose of the entrapping stench of defeat,

Allowing me to embrace the thickened air of sweat, making tired boys smell like dogs too wet

But the sweet scent of success never enters my nostrils as the track ends,

And the “choo-choo” turns into a grand “Ka-Bamm!” on which I am the bam.

His thick knee hits mine, his broad shoulder hits my mouth,

The back of my head lands harshly on the concrete as my elbows fail to delay the fall.

I open my eyes five seconds later and my lips taste like rotten water but I know it’s blood,

I feel handicapped because my kneecap is battered and my head seems to have a drill rammed into its back,

I realize the laws of physics are acts of injustice because I am the one convicted.

Do's and Don'ts of loving you

2008-03-04T17:23:00.006-05:00

I'm not a rough rider type girlfriend

that will deck any chick in the mouth for even looking at my boyfriend

I don't fight dudes

To just cry with girls.

I don't pick fights.

I don't criticize.

I don't even mind when my Friends step,

spit, piss, and step all over me like

I'm the old project building hallway.

I don't worry about little things.

I don't share enough with the good times in life.

I fear pleasurable moments

and somehow always end up with the painful ones

I'm just a soft spoken, poetry writing, open-minded type of catch

covered in uniformity.

Sometimes I leak out words of truth

from my finger tips then wipe it up before any one can tell

I reach my hand to God only to find out being 5'3"

means having short arms that can't even reach your fathers shoulder for attention.

I don't talk behind backs

unless Katrine starts stroking through my blood stream

tell me if you can hear the poor pedestrian cells scream

the thought of you Jonathan Heins makes my heart race

makes my stomach tap dance across school

then do breast strokes and deep dives in poetry

spilling my teenage love affair everywhere

but it hurts having the idea of me, being just another chick

another fish in the sea that he happened to catch with some good bate

It's weird that when you didn't pick up your phone I felt alone

but it hurts that I went running to call my ex

5 minutes after my short depression.

I don't cheat, I can't cheat

I don't mess because I won't mess

I don't even flirt with others because I'm always thinking about you.

Though I do write poems to long for hands to be stained with

and fantasize about you and I

being physically connected through mental orgasms set off by metaphors like

your erection is nothing but a mere 40 oz.

while your mind is a bottle of Diva Vodka....how i would love one sip of it

Your million dollar mind is to expensive for emotional poor chick

who only afford to give you $2 worth of body

While I do give you my word

instead of kicks and jeans

that will be played out in 5 years or more

but how many of these chicks can afford to care someone besides them self for a change?

How many don't depend on their man's wallet to keep their relationship in shape.

You could just write me a poem, sing me a song, pluck the petals off of a daisy

and tell me if I like you.

Just don't buy me a sweater, or roses that really smell like poo poo

don't get me a promise ring because I am not Tiffany Evans!

I don't want much...just you and if you did give something

make sure it was a homemade gift made with love,

I'm into little things like good mom

Tell me I'm pretty but only if you think it's true.

Send my the FYI of loving you.

Listen keep it real tell me how you feel

you know i always will

I mean I do tell you the deal

because every half lie finds it's whole truth,

That's why i don't understand why silly little girl act like they do.

I don't want to be hurt again
I'm tired of tired tears
I do care for you
i care enough to fear the thought of you slipping into the arms of a girl that shares my heart
I don't want to love you
I don't want to fall asleep with you mentally
to physically be pissed all over the fact I didn't get a good morning kiss
I don't want to love you
but I'm beginning to think, I do.
I guess that was the real do and don't of loving you.

A tear of the heart

2008-02-13T08:40:00.001-05:00

Faith

2008-02-01T22:50:00.000-05:00

Why can't we all just have some faith?
Not really talkin bout the judism. christianity or budaism
but im talking about that faith that we have in ourselves
the faith that has not necessarily been threr from the get go
but the faith that we have fought to obtain
that we hope to remain
in our hearts and our minds
as we try to find
who we really are in this life
growing up knowing that im human
accepting my faults
and accepting that i must to
go through pain
has kept me sane
No we are not perfect but we must try
to allow our faith to flow up our toes
through our bones and around our veins
i know i may have a little to much compasion for this so called Faith
i but i believ in something
and i believe that this something
will allow me to prosper
and become successful
as i try to take that path of adulthood
not knowing what i should or should not do
i will make my own mistakes because i have Faith
there should never be a time in someones life where
the only way to go is down don't sit around
just look for a path to your valley of success
don't regress never give up on a challenge
because every challenge is just another test
remember the old tales of the old ancestors
as they grew old and withered into a spot in our hearts
they told us never to use darts to clog the
emptiness in our minds

hey guys long time no write so heres a draft of a clearly unorganized and yet to be completed poem, i want to continue it so any suggestions will be greatly appreciated

Story of a life

2008-02-01T22:46:00.002-05:00

i want to see a fantasy role played
by me i could be a movie star or
whom ever i want to be i can rule the world
or knock it downwith a fist i can sing a sweet
song to my grandchildren as i reminise
i can dance on top of the moon while everyone watches
they can aplaude so loud and even i would not be able to stop it
i could mourn the death of an old pet friend or i could
buy a knew one and startover again i can fish a million
dollars outof the ocean or i could wish that it could
become my favorite lotion i can sing a song at the top of my lungs
or i could save the moment because that could've
been the last song i've ever sung i can study hard
and be whom ever i want to be or i could live the
life with the fantasy role played by me.

Carissma T Hughes
Copyright ©2008 Carissma T. Hughes

DESTINY

2008-02-01T22:43:00.000-05:00

I'm living deep in sin where
my dreams are being held with in
i have no hopes of becoming
rich or famous
but i guess all our hopes are
held with in us
we might be afraid to express
how we really feel
but do we really understand
that life is thereal deal
i have succeded in so many
things that people have tried
to take away from me
But i know God has a perfect destiny
that he feels fits me
i've been wounded by hate and
stiched with confidence
but do any body really know what
my angerconfinds in
well nobody really knows me like i do
so im gonna be somebody like i should
so when life seems down don't wear a frown
just be happy and know that you also hane a destiny

Carissma T Hughes
Copyright ©2008 Carissma T. Hughes

LOVE STRUCK

2008-02-01T22:38:00.000-05:00

I've been emotionally crippled and twisted
and tossed
up side down love that feeling of that love feelingi've
been shakened and hurt and wounded with feari've
been stripped by people down to my lastteari've been
tossed on a street corner because noone cared
i've been stabbed with a unlovable dart
that seems to be digging and and ripping my flesh and heart since the day i was born
i've been told that that was the way of love
i've never been able to admit to no one
that the love i hold is a love to deep
to share with a ruined soulbut now my life has taken a new toll

Carissma T Hughes
Copyright ©2008 Carissma T Hughes

Superman

2008-01-17T10:31:00.000-05:00

See I don't write poetry
I write inspiration
I write hope to those that has been blessed to hear my creations
Called "my words"
My tongue moves souls, spit logic, digest hatred..
French kiss your ear so you can listen to my information
Lick hatred and seduce Satan
Make you come cum before I even move on from this part of my dissertation
See I'm Superman baby
And for all you know my mind has no bounds
My words take you to outer space
Beyond God's limit
My words are infinite and considered alien when people hear it
Spirits are uplifted
While witnesses fear it
Fuck villains
My comic contains critics
Judgment is only for those that are weak
And me
When I speak
My eloquent words flow through frequencies
Through radio waves gamma and UV's
Beyond your TV's and PC's
And create a spectrum that you call poetry
It is not seen only heard from lips that are grace to kiss the greatest gift
Face it shit poetry has been a savior to the teens who can't really express their feelings
And I know that feeling
So I release my hatred shit...
God gave me a pen
So I gave back composition
You gave me slams
So I brought you competition
I rain realization readily on reluctant criticism
I have only one position
Save our teens from the rap's commission

I see through the fad
Because
We don't rock new clothes
We rock new headphones
We don't show off our new shoes
We show off our new tunes
And soon we would be so engulfed with the rap society
That poetry would suffer the ultimate fate
So before I let that happen
I voice my cry for reform
Before poetry turns into a nothing more than wanna-be rappers to perform
Just as my metaphors runs quickly through your bloodstream
My pen bleeds the same blood that half my generation needs
Becuase the sucide rate only increase 183% over some 23 years
Poetry is a savior from your schools, your parents, your boyfriend, your girlfriend
Your teachers, your friends, and the annoying ones you know them
Release from stress
Is a release from death
But is only being obsecured by rap's breath
We need less teks and we need more text
My words flex their unused muscles
That has only gotten stronger from my lifting this burden
That has worsen periodically over the past couple years
The same years that transpired the infamous "Low Low Low Low Low Low Low"
I believe if she had them applebottom jeans and the boots with fur
Everybody would think she'll suck your dick and you could have sex with her
No problem, right?
Except poetry has turned the other cheek
No pun intended
And now that Superman is here
No Low ho, or foe could pound these words into your head faster that you can make your shit flaccid
My impact is massive
This is made for even idiots to understand it
Poetry
Is
My
Savior
So grasp it
Hold onto it just like I grip this pen
Just scribbling rhymes instead of my mathematics
There's your explanation for D's
Idiotic mistakes I make when people ask me
Do you need help?
No motherfucker I just hate geometry
I need poetry to keep my sanity in a class where there teach you there is a limit in every figure
Fuck
I learned that you create your limits

Now limited by music
Rap makes poetry look stupid
Its pitful motherfuckers believe that poetry is rap
Since when has that transition been made?
Rap is poetry
Poetry is creatvity
Creativtiy is innvation
Innvoation is the same shit we need for new ways to obtain information
Ocassionly I've been patient
But the obtuse nature of this society has made this poet gone into a rampage and...
Thank God Superman saved me
Or I would of care less like Britney Spears with her baby
You know what there is no use to fight
But I'll die if someone considers poetry rap, that's why is called "Crypt"tonite
But
Clearly your teks, sex, drugs doesn't hurt me
I am Superman bitch
I am poetry

mama knew

2007-12-31T23:50:00.000-05:00

Got middle school dreams in note books underneath my bed in a bin that can't seem to hold words that heavy
But
Mama said I couldn’t just leave em’ in the closet any more
I guess she couldn’t stand the fact that I could have ideas of a revolution held behind closed doors in our apartment
And not have that shit pay rent!
Guess mama knew. That my words
No matter how badly spelt
are worth something.
I guess mama knew
Yeah… I guess she does .

Eulogy (R.I.P.)

2007-11-09T10:25:00.000-05:00

Even if we continue this path
Nothing ever lasts
So I pay respects to my graduating class
As I pray and hope we all have gotten somewhere
Because we forgotten why we left there
Forgotten why we made it here
Faded, dissapeared, existent in only dreams
In the same youngings we performed for
Now they going for it
Only I performed more but I understand the circumstances
We enchanced and advanced education but left poetry abandoned
Imagine if we reunited
All back again same people standing tall some women some men
Some poets, some singers, some producers, some pimps
But no matter what SlamFam will always be within
We all come from that one bond
Even if you broken off
So even if you forget it you will remember the SlamFam call

*SLAMFFFAMMM!!!*

As we approach the stage
Issaka looking ready
Mauricio plams sweaty
We battling each other in a libary
Wayne lyrics got everyone anxious and waiting
Miguel spitting politcal rage and blazing the shit
You got me in the scenary and Edwin's probably describing it
Either way
All our forms
We mastered it
Made it our own that why no one else could f**k with the champions
You could say we were the best of our time
The forefathers of SlamFam so I am not scared if you asked me to rhyme
I can still spit
I wish I could say the same for everyone else in it
We evolved and progress
And tend to drop that helping hand when your ready for success
But as we dropped poetry
And entered a new stage, we tend to let go of middle school ends
And tend to let go of parents stronghold and start to forget our friends

R.I.P.

SlamFam

A Walk Thru My Path (No More Drama Rmx.)

2007-09-22T11:13:00.000-04:00

Have u ever been hurt so bad, that spendin sad nights alone don't sound so bad?
Even my dad cried when grandma passed, so
how should I feel now that I'm left
alone in this cold zone? No emotions shown.
Havin' no home that I can call my own.
The stress had gotten so bad that I began 2 smoke.
So now I'm beggin 4 change while I'm on my phone.
No wonder everyone ignored all my calls 4 help. It's
hard 2 win with those conflicts I was dealt with.
Only 14, check them circumstances,
but growin older taught me that that was only practice.
Stuck out on d's streetz alone ain't no joke.
Do u know what It's like bein homeless and broke/
U don't know what to know, or who to believe.
U can't trust no one, not even police.
U see thingz u never wanted 2 see.
Ur something u never wanted 2 be.
I saw the same thing happen 2 my boi Ronny,
I'm sorry I couldn't save u from malnutrition.
Ur wishin.
Hopin dat at least God would listen.
Livin a life of strain, strugglin tryna maintain ain't a game,
so 2day i promise 2 thingz...
no more drama, no more pain.

This is 4 Ronny, Stephanie, Kimberlee, Tommy.
Survival of the fittest, no more runnin 2 mommy.
My wordz keep me strong, so my penz stay beside me.
I gotta keep movin 4ward, ain't nobody gon stop me, cuz.
I'm tired of playin games.
I'm willin 2 make a change.
I'm tryin 2 clear my name,
and never look back again.
Listen,
this life I'm livin,
wuz corrupted by
those nights in prison.
So I pray 2 God,
"Please Lord, 4give me!".
See me eye-to-eye.
I'm tired of sinnin.
I'm livin a life
I'm tired of livin.
Free me of these lies.
Ready 2 give in.
I'm tryna get by.
Thoughts got me trippin.
Check out my shoe size,
glad u don't fit in?

I bet u are,
cuz then u wouldn't have the option 2 take a walk in my shoes,
and then u wouldn't have 2 see the type of shit that I do.
And then u wouldn't have 2 breathe the type of shit that I do.
And then u wouldn't have 2 feel the type shit shit that I do.
And then u wouldn't have 2 eat the type of "SHIT" that I do.
And then u wouldn't have 2 deal with the type of stress that I have,
so just be glad,
that none of ya have 2 take a walk thru my path.....

WRITTEN BY D.J.(Da Joker)

Inspiration From The Instrumental Of No More Drama by Mary J. Blidge(Blige)(Wutever)

Comment If u like or dislike...1

ClockWork (Tick Tock)

2007-07-19T21:07:00.000-04:00

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick.....

The same old tune keeps playing in my soul
Holds me down from acheiving my goals
Only god knows whats in store in me
Just bad opportunites that keep calling me
But I'm interested in what people are offering me
But just more interested in working the streets
More interested in my poetry
More interested in choices made by the people
Why one choice is good and the other one is evil?
Taught about God and divinity
Time and infinity
What does this truly mean?
Been told not agrue but accept a skeptical concept
But except my mind won't let go of it
Its been killing me
Allah
Shiva
The Holy Trinity
Which fairy tale do you want us to believe?
Why people choose not to believe?
Only time gaps us farther from the truth
Earth proof has eluded us once again
Erasing the memories of heroes, the legends of evil
Why time controls all men?
A man-made theory
Made strictly for organization of history
But continues to rule our life under restrictions
We know what we got to do and when to do it
All we need is

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick.....

"And a wise man told me
Don't date the days, cause a date don't change the days
And flippin pages don't change your ways
All that does is change the page"
That affects me in major ways
I never had enough time to any thing I wanted
I can't buy it, can't trade it, can't make it
I hate it, I wish I could just throw it away
And maybe people won't be depressed
Because a fairy tale wouldn't save them from misery and stress
Waiting till the day they die
Crossing off the days of the calender
Slowly investigating, and contemplating sucide
Damn
If we can't control it, why we create it?
If we use it constantly, why do we hate it?
Why can't we change it?
Why did we make some thing that brings only stress
All we can do is wait
Sitting down just staring at its face
Watch the hands close and separate
One minute your happy and the next hurt
Just from looking at the clockwork
Hearing the clock go

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick.....

I wonder why these units run our life?
Why can't we change a unit?
Change the value,
Why people do things they aren't supposed to be doing?
I seen people been moving some units
People aren't clueless
Some people are just screwed up
Everyone has been tripping over time
Changing over time
Changing because of time
Only because its time
Time made you waste life
Life doesn't waste time
You better live according yourself
Keep it in mind
Age is just a number to count how long you live
No matter no long it is
Don't make it a struggle or a big deal
Don't ever let it put you down, I know how you feel
(145x...miss u)
Time made technology foster
Only brought us more destruction to deal with
Only a loaded gun could heal it
Only a fission bomb could solve it
The fat man did its job, Nagasaki still feels it
But still what can I do?
I still can't change the truth
Because it still controls you
Still has hold on you
Even what Earth has been through...
Time made everything works
And there is nothing we can do about it
No use to doubt it, no use to cry about it
And with the soft motions of the clock
All we can do is listen to it

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick.....

15 days (don' t worry and tell me what you think )

2007-07-13T04:13:00.000-04:00

I can’t remember how her hands feel
but her essence still lingers in memories
And her smile is as vivid as the sun
Sticky fingers
Every day after
That ice cream cone mommy told her she couldn’t have
52 pounds at ‘3”7 short
Curly hair down to the ground
She told me once that my eyes resembled that of an angel witched refused to carry its wings
Beautiful
I remember how she was always beautiful because she didn’t know the definition of ugly
Remember how she love red
but only
before it stained bed sheets Running down thighs she wondered if time would return what was rightfully hers
Finding that crying doesn’t help if your tears have no where to go
Remer her asking me if what so vividly played repeatedly in her mind was right
if it was okay to be touched in such a way
Only 15 days
before her,
My
9th birthday
I remember the last time she cried
But only because her tears were beautiful
Holding
The words that once lived on her lips
That was the last time she cried for mommy
Because mommy never came
and after he came
He told her to wash him of her flesh and never was she to let mommy know because
It would hurt her so
And she asked for me to help keep lips closed
But that doesn’t mean I had to let her go
Blissful ignorance
And way to many gaps between her teeth
She is the way to live life
And all I want to do
Is to want to live life
Want to say fuck slit wrists
I have enough scars to know what it feel likes to heal
But only wounds
See I need to know
How to heal the distance
Between the maturity and innocents in my adolescence
And no her face will not be printed on the back of any milk cartons
And every time I hold her picture and ask if anyone has seen her
They say unless you have a twin she’s standing before me
But what they fail to see is the purity held within her eyes
Unlike mine
Writing letters filed with apologetic words
To send to an address that I don’t have
I can’t call to apologize for letting her hand go
because her number isn’t listed as one of my contacts in my cell phone
And though I can ask to be forgiven
For letting her hands go at age 8
I know
I can never be forgiven
for
Forgetting how her hands felt
Only 15 days
before her,
My
9th birth day

Whers da Fam?

2007-06-28T13:24:00.002-04:00

Wrote it after seeing Ryan's and Miguel's posts....needs work, i didnt read thru.

I heard the same shit too Joker!
EXTRA! EXTRA! Slamfam Splittin,
First time i thought that thought, I thought My mind was drifftin,
Driftin away into acting in plays, less recitin dem poems, more acting on stage
I felt like a traitor and i done gone betrayed da shit dat made me Wayne,
Now im typin dis poem from da heart and and its bringin me pain,
Pain dat drains your very being onto a single page, a sheet of paper,
Lines run across it horizontally, as my words balance on top forever and later,
Truth be told, I wondered when there would be another blog post by me,
Slamfam.blogspot.com, dats da place to be,
Da one place that kept us tight,
lets less rely on myspace and begin to write or type,
what we think or feel,
Whats goin down and wats the deal,
not show our feelings through surveys or posting pics askin peeps to rate your sex appeal,
Its time to buckle down and head for the core,
This is not a poem its a realization ...wats yours?

POST OR DIE

2007-06-28T11:56:00.002-04:00

For this "Post or Die" s**t
You could call me the poster child for it
But I doubt any1 would hear the message being spread
I don't even think people even check the blog
Call up Mr. Craig
This s**t is dead
But its what ever
I understand people got things to do
But its new to me that no one ended up doing poetry in high school
So I could say what I want when I want with out worry
I mean the last time I saw every1 post it was like February
It don't matter any1, any more

-SlamFam

This is a Royal Flush Announcement.........

Thank You....

Reply 2 Ryan's Wordz...

2007-06-26T20:14:00.000-04:00

"all of diz iz freewrite so some parts mite b confusin'."

SlamFam iz Dyin'....

slamfam iz dyin'?
ryan u lyin',
u trippin'.
we juss been busy,
so now u think we slippin?
more like flippin up middle fingerz 2 our teacherz.
u think we've givin' up on our wordz?
wut show have u been watchin'
wut lyf have u been livin'?
Look out cuz SlamFam got a more younger generation.
and they started off good, but wait till separation
tears their wordz apart.
i saw it at graduation.
it happened 2 da best of us.
Look around u, where's da rest of us?
1 in new jersey, sum back home, 1 almost placed in cuffs.
yea,
but luckily i had da slamfam wuz thea.
dont ever say slamfam iz dying,
cuz 2 god i truly swear
dat
time and time again
itz my friendz who where there to
snatch me off da streetz,
drop my flag
and head back 2 f.l.a.g.s,
my current skool.
my current mood iz irked.
cuz i think diz mite b tru...
shit
are ryanz wordz gonna end up legit????
we workd 2 hard 4 diz
2 juss let diz fam slip.
please, if u got wordz 2 speak jus do it, and post it.
cuz da absense of da SlamFam from my life iz "like total" bullshit.

I need ya,
i need ya wordz,
i need ya wordz so i can feel alive again.

New Saying...

"POST or DIE!"

L-O-V-E

2007-06-25T10:15:00.000-04:00

What is LOVE?
What is its purpose in life?
Well let me show you how I feel about it
The good side of love and the bad

L=
Logically it's a liking but causes liability for lovers
Looking like its real but in actuality it's covered
Locking emotions into place leaking and seeping intimacy
Leaving like and love into a stereotypical feeling

O=
Obviously people oversee true intimacy
Over analyze s**t and it leads to overt hostility
Of course people fight for affection
Others strive for it with
Oncoming opportunities its an
Onslaught of emotions

V=
Vicious verbal altercations created from it
Vexing over the true meaning of it
Very well in turning the meaning to hating someone; this
Vandalism of the word making it less valuable
Veils from true lovers who knows the value of it

E=
Each person encounters true love at some time
Either it escalates into something more or not
Egotistical mother****ers take advantage of what they got
Effortless attempts to get with chicks using love as a facade

Well if you haven't gotten the picture yet
Love can be tough
But for all of you people out there who still don't have a clue
This is for you

E=
Elsewhere two people equally excerise their love
Expressing emotion beyond understanding
Equating to a perfect relationship
Equipped with the right knowledge, they conquer the world underhandedly

V=
Vigorous, treacherous, and unsteady emotions
Vile, senile, even ludicrous notions
Vulnerable, barren, heart-warming and caring
Vengeful, hatred, turn into vital marriage

O=
Oaths of love are supposed to be pure
Overwhelmed with passion lead to an
Obscured life
Often times we must endure
Opposition and obstacles lie on these chronicles
Often open up doorways to our oblique answers

L=
Loveless doesn't mean hopeless
Loneliness will soon fade
Let time take its course
Looking for it will not help in any way
Languish and anguish would go away because
Last time I heard everyone was ~Destined2bluved~

Forget what you heard
Everyone can be love
No matter what
~1~

-Royal Flush ENT.
-Inspiration driven by Papoose "Alphabetical Slaughter", and some other things.....
-SlamFam is dying

Poetry; The Soul's WD-40...

2007-06-08T04:15:00.000-04:00

You must check this out...Poetry, worldwide.

http://www.txywc.org/tywc_video.html

make suggestioin to make poem better

2007-06-04T00:36:00.001-04:00

MY DREAM
i wanna write a way

i wanna write here

i wanna write brave words to fight my fear

i write my dreams and nightmares like the day my neices life flashed before my eyes

now all i see is ashes and while she lays in grave resting in peace

now she's probably wondering what her life would

i just wish i could've replaced her life with me and bring her back to this not so wonderful world

she could've been sleeping tight saying good night right now and not in ashes and bones and not knowing where soul would be

but theres one thing she will always remember ill always love her no matter where she is

even dough she didn't know the defenition of love she just died to young

i might scare some folks stuck in the days with nothing to say
but that was just the begining heres the end

my little cousin beaten to death by her so called father every time he saw her he abused and left bruses

like an races cop at war with blacks and whites in the 40's - 60's

every time i see that man it reminds me of the harmful death my little lived

now every time i see that man i feel like killing him i should've when i had the chance and put him out of his missury now people look at me like i'm some kind of criminal

i guess i just miss the i use to carry her in my arms the way she use laugh the way she use to try to mimic every word and silybol anybody said

but people still look at me like i'm some kind of criminal but i say in my mind is cause of my skin color or what i said

and now with an stare and glare like ive been living street and corner selling weed crack and co-cane

just cause they confuse my race and the way i dress

i may be American Hispanic Asian what ever does it even matter

you take one look at don't even know and already judjing

but non of this wouldn't never been happening if that so called father of my little cousin never beat her to death

and her mom at a window

tears going down her cheeks like an rain drop gliding down window and still wondering about that so called father of my little cousin

my cousin on her lap

and the deciept i see in the eyes of the so called father

the sadness in the moms eyes

and the tears in mine and my little cousins

LIKE I SAID I WANTED TO WRITE A WAY THAT WAY IS POETRY AN CONFUSED DREAM WHICH IS REALITY THAT WILL CONTINUE TO INTERNAL DEATH

by: STEVEN MOREL

Openfloodgate.com

2007-05-29T22:54:00.000-04:00

Check out OpenFloodgate, a new web site that allows you to publish your work instantly. Add your own stories, poems, articles, scripts, books, lyrics, slides, and photos, and check out the cool creations others have published on the site. http://www.openfloodgate.com

One more for you...

Urbis.com

2007-05-29T22:41:00.000-04:00

Urbis is a creative community with three types of users: creative people, those who love and support creative people, and those who have opportunities for creative people. It's very creative.

http://www.urbis.com/

Okay folks, think MySpace for writers, poets, essayists, playwrights etc... Check it out, you wordsmiths.

~Middle school ~

2007-05-26T00:27:00.000-04:00

Forgotten like socks
Underneath teenage beds my existence lied hidden from my eyes
In grade six
Until Caucasian lips
Forced poetry into lesson plans
Witch then forced my mix hands
To feed words onto blue lines
Giving me the freedom to regurgitate memories for a grade
Dried tears lied in the middle of note books and these note books became my own history books because in grade seven it became apparent that
Yellow skin does not have a section in social studies text books
Suicide thoughts came from pen points like thunder in a rain storm
I drew my scars with pried only to hide the pain I felt
Then I fell for a stuttering slam poet
Whose poetry never stuttered and if it did
Well poetry taught me how to look past that
Funny how our eyes only met between stanzas
Poetry helped our hands meet in every line brake
I carved memories of a beautiful mistress on lose leaf
Verbally drew salted water falls on scrap paper
And fought bipolar battles with ink

I have written my auto biography
Not up to now but up to last night

September 7, 2006
the first day of 8th grade came 4 years to soon

See I wasn’t ready to be all grown up but time waits for no one
So sitting alone in a class room filled with familiar faces I found myself
Internally tripping over the words
Witch fell from the same Caucasian lips that forced poetry to spill from my finger tips in grade six

See this year we would be slam poets
Not myspace fiends
Not tempted to tag a cutie on tagged
Or give our faces to face book
We would be slam poets
I’m not talking about that snap your fingers after I perform my poem type poet
I’m talking about that stomp your feet scream
Clap your hands type poet

So we had to step our game up
And we did
We lied until our clothes were stained
Freed innocent fairy tales from juvenile jails
Found children who didn’t complain
And after this we
Had the munchies for some true friends because we only had a few
And this hunger
This hunger
Brought my mind back to those young days when I didn’t know what I was living for
When the only writing I did was neatly folded and passed
By middle school hands
From notes to note books I watched my pen do back flips on peal pages stories of how
Daddy became father were woven in to pages of
Poetry
Blades kissed wrist leaving stained like red lipstick on unfaithful coalers
And I wrote until mommy couldn’t find her first born anymore
Because she was covered by
Verbs
Nouns
Adjectives
Metaphors
Similes
Haikus and sonnets
I drowned my self in poetic
Thoughts and it was beautiful
I mean it was pure ecstasy
No need to roll blunts
Just roll ball point pens on paper and smoke poetry become
Poetically high and have the munchies
To update your vocabulary
Poetry allowed me to revisit memories
Four stanzas ago
I was 3 all over again
And when tears fell from my eyes pregnant with
Disappointment poetry was standing by holding a box of tissues
From being my
Enemy
To my best friend
From a male voice telling me a poem existed
To me actually giving birth to premature words
Poetry left scratches on the walls of my womb
So now even I
Celebrate mother’s day
Poetry helped me recreate my own reflection and made my finger prints match my personality
This was the foundation of staying sane
See some how
Sanity and poetry coincided when it came to me

When it came to me poetry
Touched my soul like the cries from
Abandoned bellies
And you know what
poetry is the reason I don’t stress over the fact that I can’t fit into
A size 0
See no matter how big I get a pen
Will always fit between
My thumb and index finger
Figured
Never would I have figured that
The purpose that was once forgotten like socks underneath teenage beds
Would’ve been found in middle school
Note books

Quoted from K-Swift and UrbanWord NYC, pass this along fervently!

2007-05-20T09:25:00.000-04:00

New York City youth aged 14-21 are needed to fill out a quick online opinion poll about NYC public schools.

This ain't no mayor's survey- it was created by youth to ask other youth about the real deal on schooling in NYC. Speak up and contribute to a redesign of the NYC school system at www.ncscatfordham.org/surveywiz

Why do we have to compete for things that we actually have rights to in our schools?
Why is it that I know the changes that need to be made in my school but the power to make these changes is totally out of my hands?

Since January 2007, the Youth Researchers for a New Education System have been working together to do research on school control and the purpose of schooling.
Part of a larger city-wide effort to redesign schools to be based on human rights, this participatory action research project seeks to understand what schools would look like if they were about collaboration, not control and competition.

Our goal is to get 1000 surveys completed by May 30th, 2007- and you can help! Just pass this link on to every NYC based youth, teacher, youth organizer/educator and parent you know! And don’t forget to check out www.ncscatfordham.org/surveywiz

For more information, contact the Youth Researchers for a New Education
System at yrnes07@gmail.com

I Remember...

2007-05-13T17:30:00.000-04:00

I remember riding my horse, Lady-M bareback, losing myself in the imaginations of an 11 year old boy. I’m a cowboy! YEE-Hawwww! Until Giddey-up showed me what real cowboys face…

I remember standing, solemnly watching as my mother’s brown Toyota Celica’s tires swirled up dirt cyclones as she drove the expanse of our dusty gravel driveway, and I prayed she’d return from work soon…

I remember huddled in a crevice in her room, how my sister stared at me with those Disney eyes, as we tried not to listen to my mothers harrowing cries…

I remember being rewarded by my father for my heroism as I sailed through the air, my leaf like body batted by his branch coming to a dead rest as my fragile back puckered a whole in the drywall of the master’s bedroom…

I remember my mother packing…

I remember watching my mother’s tears as we tried unsuccessfully to stab open a can of soup with a knife, the second time I saw her cry, since newly separated from my father, we still didn’t own a can opener…

I remember the sweet taste of steer meat, ketchup and tomatoes, American and Swiss cheese on my burger; and I remember the first time my mother cooked up store bought beef…and I remember becoming a vegetarian…

I remember not having to go to a park to see leafy trees and green grass, not worrying about arriving early enough to get a spot or throwing a football over broken bottle glass…

I remember when shiny new grills meant a burnt burger stuck to the barbecue…

I remember as a little black boy in predominately suburban Midwest Wisconsin when Yo! MTV raps meant Heavy D was Mount Vernon, Krs-One the Bronx; in fact I remember when the only BX I knew had an M in the middle, and usually left my child ashy legs with severely skinned shins and bruised knees…

I remember when driving south through Chicago, radio stations played songs about fighting the power, struggles with the cops, and breaking free of restrictive chains, instead of snap rapping, leaning and shaking and how low those chains hang, when Self Destruction gave way to self-indulgence and We Are The World became We Fly High, …ballin’…

I remember elementary school art class when the teacher actually told the class to use peach for people’s skin, when my burnt sienna didn’t fit in…

I remember when wireless simply meant cordless, broadband was the piece of purple rubber holding together broccoli stalks I chased and popped my sister with, and cable, cable was the wire that connected the antennae to our uhf/vhf TV. I remember being the remote control; in fact, I kinda remember rabbit-ears, tin-foil and locking pliers…

I remember when the Olsen twins were babies on Full House, Michael J. Fox only attended political rallies on his fictional sitcom and both Mr. and Mrs. Superman hadn’t met up with kryptonite…

I remember when the only Elmo I knew was the name of a fire in a movie about some high school kids doing detention, and there were barely six, six resident’s on Sesame Street. Ah Ah Ah…

Burial

2007-05-11T17:07:00.000-04:00

As my hand slowly moves across this empty paper
The same paper that moved so many people
That gripped their attention, dispensing them of all desires and wants
Those made my lines seem like fists
Cautious thoughts, became dangerous
And same unstable topics became the center of gossip
This empty graveyard that holds my buried poetry
I am indeed afraid of this graveyard, that’s why I don’t visit the dead
Instead it is time for me to look past the past
I’ll savor the memories, what ever would last because in my mind
I was a fine poet; no one could ever tell me other wise
But I can’t hold it, though it hurts me to know that all good things must come to an end

I sit back, reminiscing to all this shit I would be missing
Flipping through archives of poetry, with all kinds of poetry
But this eulogy is tearing me in two, to choose a fate between what is and what was
What is now dead, but what was once life
My life
My soul
I hold this pen, which now becomes my shovel….
I write my fate as I erase my past
No longer taking the same path anymore
My journey has come to an end
My final burial is here
Tears of final thoughts dripping and vanishing
Quickly splashing on this patch of dirt

This casket is closing in on me
How couldn’t I see, that I brought this fate upon me
I hold my breath to savor the life I had
I throw my lifelines away
Lowering my past into a coffin into the ditch that I made
I do not write any more
Because I don’t have any more tears
Because my rays of inspiration were never really there
I’m not a writer anymore, that’s dead now
It’s gone, only to haunt my pages of former words that still dwindles in the fire
And that’s the meaning of a ghostwriter
I’m still scared of what my future holds
I know what was, is not what is
But what would happen if what was is in my what is?
I can’t cope with memories, because it brings back what kills…..

I sit back in my chair
Still staring at my empty paper just like 3 minutes ago
Still staring at my burial
Still staring at my graveyard
Still staring at this shovel, that has dug my hole
Still waiting….
Till my last breath takes me away
At least for while, just a few months
Still waiting….
Patiently, till I can get my life together
Poetry is dead; I am doing this for the better
Nevertheless, I am not to be underestimated
A poet that has done his job 100 times over deserves a break
But now this is it for me

Mr. Prolific Poet
2005-2007

May You Rest In Peace…

~Still is SlamFam for Life~

~I Miss You~

should we or should we not use the N-word? (not a poem)

2007-04-27T16:58:00.000-04:00

Ms.presiner (C.A. teacher) gave us this as an assignment, ever since i haven't been able to get it off my head. I just wanted to know what ya'll think. If you want more info before you answer or even if you don't you can still go to www.banthenword.org to learn a little more about your history. It really sent a couple of chills down my back after looking at these pictures. http://www.withoutsanctuary.org/pics_01.html is where the pictures are. learn more, live more, be more~1~ luv all you guys from last year

Without Sanctuary

2007-04-27T16:56:00.000-04:00

Without Sanctuary

Its Like Beef

2007-04-01T18:31:00.000-04:00

The same degree of love ain't the same no more
We changed, after a few weeks and we can't even talk no more
Because of a Simpleton yea we cope with the difficulties
But it was still hard to believe that you would leave
See the s**t you gone through, the one that helped you was me
I guess you just don't want my sympathy
So f**k you
From the s**t that you've been through??
You probably be running back when s**t goes down
But my phone is off...no one else would listen to your cries
No one to replace that dagger in your heart
No one but I
I'll watch it bleed, deep wounds never heal completely
So I'll reopen those same wounds if you ever try to hurt me

Miles of separation only made us grow distant
You in one direction, me in another
What kind of bull***t is this?
From being one of the closest, to one of the forgotten?
If I ever gotten the same chance, I wouldn't of betrayed you
But with the gain of Becky's trust, Tobi still sitting with me happy
I forgot all about you, Kandhi said I was stapled down, not free
What could I do? I mean I was filled with reluctance..
Whether to call or not
See if your busy
I hadn't called you in weeks but see if you'd pick up for me
Guess not
Its like we had beef
Like you had to attack me emotionally, but behind my back??
The fact you couldn't even tell me straight up....you think I wasn't going to find out?
Now I know the position you in is tight
Its like this beef started because I didn't pick up that night
Maybe the night before....or before that..
But better believe that I call you right back

So continue f**king with me
I don't really care any more
I guess you ain't true peoples
I'm not going to be waiting any more
I told you over Myspace, I don't have to say it again
From the beginning, I knew that this s**t was going to end
Is it because deciding to move made you ignore me?
Is it because not picking up a few times anger you?
I talked to Morgan a couple times, trying to get my head straight and
Thinking of you could only make me aggravated

I don't need you, s**t, I never did
And if you think calling will help, you don't know what help is
Better leave me the f**k alone
Your voice would only do that much harm
Only if that last week didn't happen, we'd still be getting along
Turning back isn't a choice, f**k...its not even reason
I'd only be concealing the pain that I've been feeling
I rather let time take its damage on me
I'll only get stronger, rather let it past by me
This is not a battle, this is some emotional beef
Don't get the wrong image, I'm not into fighting
One kid's betrayal leave another abandoned
So he's has to verbally assault, but he doesn't know how to handle it
He's caught up, stunned, mentally in a state of doubt
Meanwhile this other kid is walking out
S**t you don't even know the half of it
I knew this s**t was going to go down, but I wish it had never happen

Lilo's in the house right now!!!

2007-03-26T11:43:00.000-04:00

I'm back like cooked crack,
and that's some good crack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yes my password finally worked!

Collecting for Fire Victims & Family

2007-03-10T09:31:00.000-05:00

Good Morning, afternoon and evening to everyone who visits and reads this blog. Normally, we reserve this blog to the brain droppings of several student in the form of their written word, but today I needed to reach many people and spread the word about a devastating situation that has befallen some of our school family members.

By now, most of you have probably heard of the horrible fire that claimed the lives of many in the Bronx this past week. One of the victims, who is still in critical condition, was a student in Mr. Julien's class last year. Not only is he hanging on to his own life, but he has lost many family members due to the fire. We at the school are collecting food, clothing and hygiene products for him and his family. Non-perishable items please, and clothing of all sorts are graciously accepted. Their family has lost lives and their home, and will quite literally be starting over from scratch; so any and all help is immensely appreciated. Donations can be made to our school at 1000 Teller Ave, Bronx NY 10701, attention Ms. Abel or Ms. Hill. If you have anything you can spare, anything you've outgrown, or simply would like to give from your heart, please do. My personal contact info is onemorepoint@gmail (dot) com, if you can't get to the school but would still like to help.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Mr. Craig

A Message to my Poets

2007-03-06T08:52:00.000-05:00

I can finally see that this poetry is far beyond just a thing
Through listening and watching over a 10 inch screen I am amazed
From 6 weeks of labor to simple free time
To beautiful lines or simple freestyles
To the little rhymes that makes me smile
Even though I would never remember the line that came before it
I would always get your craziest of rhymes stuck in my head from
"But everything has it own Jekel n Hyde but y does Hyde hide and Jekel remain free?
When we all know there are 3 in a trinity? Add a bit of me"
To
"My pen shoots through you"
our winnings draw our fame
We can only show them what SlamFam means
So I'm taking a step further and I am going to release....
An Album....which is why I haven't posted in 3 months....
But once its done, you'll realize why my e-mail is Hustle4moredough
I'll show it 2 u on April first
Prepare yourself becuase once its done
You'll hear every1 talk bout "SlamFam Presents: Mr. Prolific Poet vol.1"

Somewhere

2007-03-04T20:14:00.000-05:00

Somewhere in Queens,
There’s a toddler sittin’ in between two teens
In the back seat of a rented Lamborghini,
While his mom’s blastin’ music from “The Emancipation of Mimi”
But the tot’s not in a baby seat cause his moms thinks he’s not so teeny, he don’t need it.
But she’s doin’ 80 down a one-way street like she on a freeway.
And on the end of that street’s a student talkin’ to his peers.
With blasted music so loud, there’s nothin’ she could hear.
But she sees the kid, quickly kicks the brakes and…
Damn, that baby only lived for three years.

While…

Somewhere in Staten Island,
There’s this stay-at-home-wife sighin’,
Signin’ a restrainin’ order cause her husband’s on some domestic violence type shit.
Shit, just a piece of paper?
Should be jail time since
He’s gonna end up knockin’ on her door sooner or later.
“See ya later alligator!” is what she’s thinkin’ now,
But “In a while crocodile!” is the thing that makes him smile.
“Smile now, cry later!” so she holds herself to a smirk on the side of her cheek.
Should be thinkin’ about the reality,
But instead she sighs a sigh of relief.

While…

Somewhere Downtown,
There’s this girl cryin’ on the ground,
Cause the ground’s the only thing that can catch her when she’s feelin’ down.
Down, under that phony smile that’s sloppily placed on her face,
Lyes the lies that are fed by her very own disgrace.
Amazing Grace doesn’t seem so graceful,
When you’re facing a rough road ahead,
And there’s no one to relate to.
Too many hits to the head by her so called “Boyfriend”,
Is why she lays on that cold concrete ground, dead.

While…

Somewhere in Brooklyn,
There’s this crippled man shook cause,
He don’t know what to do when there’s these little kids shootin’.
Shootin’ hoops ain’t the only thing he wishes he could do.
He’s doin’ nothin’, but buggin’ cause his cousin stole his shoes.
Choosin’ flags over family?
He gotta be mentally challenged, B.
He obviously doesn’t understand the damage he
Had to be
Goin’ through that day.
Now day after day,
He’s testin’, searchin’ for the right knife to take his life away.

While…

Somewhere in The Bronx,
There’s this boy gettin’ shot,
And shots of heroine’s injected in an arm down the block.
They’re overdosin’ themselves because that’s all that they got.
They got no family that loves them because they busy smoking blunts.
There’s bricks of marijuana somewhere, so they busy breakin’ locks.
Locked up brains secluded, intruders like the meltin’ pot.
Plottin’ their way for invasion.
It crept through to you,
That’s why that boy is getting’ shot.

While…

Somewhere in this house,
There’s this poet spittin’ knowledge out his mouth,
Cause his mouth comes second to his pen which let’s his knowledge out.
Out there are the lies that try to infect ya mind.
In here are the words that try to make them unjustified.
Do ya mind?
You shouldn’t, cause believe when I say this won’t waste ya time.
And time is somethin’ that you can never get back,
And that’s a fact.
You could believe that,
But don’t believe that “Wrong place at the wrong time” stuff, that’s bullshit!
You’re where you’re supposed to be right now,And that’s somewhere important!

RAPED!

2007-03-04T13:46:00.000-05:00

Stuck in sweet conversation
He was the ugliest of them all
but his words were sexy
Verbally attracted to him
he had more than love to offer
Such a beautiful intellectual
His chipped tooth
meant nothing
Mad as hell
cuz I almost look past this beautiful minded guy
But happy as heaven cuz he said hello
even after I gave him that
I’m just to pretty for your cooked kicks
I mean I’m to shallow to be with u
Sorry but u cant afford this chick
look
But his mind
was fine
And believe me he let me know that his time was valuable
sat me across from him on a park bench while he violated my mind in every way possible
But I wont press any charges because American bars cant hold his voice back
He pried memories from my head
Damn!
I gave him brain on our first
not quiet
a
first date
Screaming for help
I lost my voice doing that
what was I thinking?
this is new York city where no one has time
to save a damsel in distress any more
But hey
At least he didn’t murder me
but he sure as hell left a mental scar on my life.
He lowered me standards
my bad
he
deleted them
So now theirs is no man that’s not good enough for me
just a man that’s not eloquent enough for me.
I took three steps back when he to one step forward because his mind was to hot for me to Handel
I was stuck in a tight position because my vocabulary did not contain enough word to continue that conversation
But I loved that he intimidated because it has been so long since the last time
some one had the audacity
to put in my place
And I am so happy that I was given the chance to be a victim to his words
I mean
I guess
I was asking for it
just by wearing those high priced shoes
U know the shoes that say
I’m to stuck up to spear change for the needy
He just knew I needed a reality check
And as he checked me
I found myself checking out. his display
I felt like I was in an art gallery and I’m not talking about any normal art gallery I’m talking about that I don’t even know why u conceder that art
type gallery.
The words witch fell from his lips crepe up my spine
releasing my soul on this I don’t care how much your salary is
give me words and we can have kids
rampage
I mean this guy had me so messed up
that I would trade my hand held
just to hold hands with him.
It was love at first sentence
mind blowing
captivating
love
at first sentence
But I wasn’t quiet sure if I fell in love with him or his words.
But hey
if he said the right thing he could have
my heals over
my head
in a matter of seconds
So stuck on every faze
he slowly gave my hands a sudden crave
to touch his culturally diverse skin.
And after he took my 7 digits he
swiftly told me he would be calling from the nearest pay phone .
And when I left to meet the very same people that made me shallow
they could see that my skin had this
I just
Won the lotto
type glow
and I let them know
that as I lost myself in this angels chocolate blessed eyes
he mind raped me.

I just haven’t taking my last breath.

2007-03-01T22:41:00.000-05:00

its not the best that I’ve written but it's true, and its the last thing that I will write at the age of 13. lol tell me what you think.
oh and before I forget Mr. Craig I let my tongue lose a little , just forgive me. okay?

Time has not allowed me to live
But in the time I have left I will take every breath I can because I have never known any feeling so satisfying
Family never came first because in their eyes I was always a secondary priority
But my friends
and I mean the people
who aren’t afraid to tell me when my hairs a hot mess
those real friend who don’t care how bad their words might hurt because they know I need to know
I’m talking about the people who allowed me to know the truth.
My friends .
always put me second
But that never bothered me because I understood family came
first.
So happy that they had their life where mine couldn’t be because although mommy said I was greedy there’s nothing I wouldn’t want my friend to have
But as soon as I saw past the fog of reality the prize was already on its way to that place where dreams that weren’t quiet dreamt went when they left my head
But its okay because if I was really meant to keep this happiness then it will come back to me.
According to “ the secrete”
If I visualize it , its as good as mine.
So after my 9 to 5
Ill go see Kevin revise his Oscar for best roll in a comedy
And ill be bobbing my head to Rainey’s latest CD while Mr. rampersaud will be mixed in the same damn play list. Rooting for rikay at his base ball game, and Denisse will have a seat saved for me when her feet blesses Broadway’s stage
Taylor will live next door to may Angelo
While viola busting Miguel out of jail for having M.T.V burnt to the ground guess they couldn’t Handel the fire.
And you know what I just might have kids so they can attend the new board of ed that Mr. Craig him self created single handedly but not alone in hope.
Damn its funny how I just painted a beautiful master piece with no canvas
but people don’t pay for what they cant see at least that’s what mommy told me.
But wait
I’ve placed her aside with perfection
and you know what I think I might just end up where my heart wants me to be ,
BUT!
my bad
my ass isn’t included in this one.
Yeah there aren’t anymore cracks in my dreams
Because my goal is sealed in the best Tupperware sold on shelves
So no matter how many times it falls out of my site none of what I’ve worked so hard for will have been wasted on the people who wanted to keep me ignorant.
Let me just say god gave me these eyes not to be blinded by your bull shit of what will be my life.
But to see what my life could be.
So yes I don’t have much time left to attend the same class as my extended family
But phones were always my best accessory and I have not Inhaled my last breath of this thing that I found in the south Bronx on school grounds
Yeah
I just haven’t taking my last breath.

Superstars!

2007-02-22T01:41:00.000-05:00

13?/life

2007-02-16T18:34:00.000-05:00

When I meet him he was a virgin
To my words
But at the end of my appearance
Virginity was no longer in his vocabulary
13 ?
he asked how is it that I had seen
Murder
How could it be that God let such sin blind me
But I’m not blind
For I can see every thing these eyes were created to bear witness
And sure many times
I ask why me?
But I can only look down at my feet in sorrow for so long
before my neck starts to cramp up
So no matter what image is branded in my mind it will only be a memory
And
A memory lives
Off time
And time is what I can not waist nor change
So I must deal and move on
And sure it sounds like a card game but what more is life
Than a game that I must play.
Wining is my only goal
For I can’t rest in peace unless I have taken this victory
13 ?
he asked with the look of surreal on his face because
The scares on my skin
are a disgrace
because it was placed their by me
But what he does not see
is that scars represent what was
and this is what Is now
and
what is now
is me
with no blade in hand
because I have a man that will listen to my cry and even
Dry my tears
So I declare
that today the blade is my worst enemy
And no I will not keep my enemies closer than my friends.
So as he sat across from me with his face twisted tight because he could not fathom that fact that I was only 13 and that my mind as reached this level of awareness to all
That was wrong with life from domestic violence to war
from pollution
To abuse
from suicide to teen pregnancy
I have seen all
This simply to see more
I have been tasted in all the wrong ways and I hate this time of the year because on the 17 I will be forced to relive that day
In a way stronger than any other day would have had an impact on my
Memory
but memories lives off time
and time is what I can not waist nor change
so hopefully scale will be held on that day
So I could lose my self in thing my mother clams to have lost her first child to
Poetry.
13?
he asked how I mange to stay sane if my life seems to be based around pure insanity
I simply reply 13 is a number
and my words are life
13 will change
but life is the same
u live
u die
what is done in between that time determines if you win this game or lose
and sure mistakes will be made
but realizing and correcting your faults is how you win
so yes I’m only 13
but that will change
Life
will always be the same.

(so what do u think?)

One more thing...

2007-02-14T02:47:00.000-05:00

I didn't want to hijack my own post, so Congratulations to Kevin, Rainey, Jesica, Angela and Justine who wer all either performing or in attendance to receive awards at the DreamYard Poetry and Spoken Word Festival at Scholastic. Awesome.

And to Denisse, Miguel, Kevin, Rainey and Jesica for competing in, and owning the crowds at the Urban Word preliminaries and semi-finals. 13, and 14 years old. Damn.

We'll be a busload of support and sore throats on February 24th for Jesica as she attempts to make the New York City team to compete in San Jose, Calif this summer. Two years competing, two youngins in the Urban Word Finals...(I'm pleased as a peacock!)

Oh, Kevin, you own any room you walk into..., you put the energizer bunny to shame.

Some will get it right away, others will get it later. Some will never know.

2007-02-14T02:01:00.000-05:00

First things first, I should be asleep, but I'm not...and so that means I'm being subjected to the rambling thoughts of a Tourettic/Attention Deficitic mind. I know those aren't words...but they make sense nonetheless. So in these ramblings a few things became clearer. One, I completely, totally, wholeheartedly, sincerely enjoy watching you do what you do. Whether it's just the daily growing pains of too much homework, boy meets girl, girl meets boy, parents on your nerves, on your parents nerves, or using those same pains to express yourself in a way that only you can. I love it. I've preached it and preached it, and repeated and repeated, but of course actions (and sometimes inactions...) enunciate more clearly than words, so I want you all to know that even though I'm enamored by your ability to keep winning these contests, and although I'm proud as a new papa every time you bring home the trophy, it's never really meant that much in the "grand scheme" of things; at least not after the first one anyway. Yes, you are now the four time champions, and saying it out loud, and typing it on this screen is a thoroughly enjoyable experience, yet it's not the trophies, plaques or accolades that I find the most rewarding. It's really quite simply, you. Toro’s comment on my last post read,

“Congrats,
I never coached you guys when I was with DreamYard, but I have always dug the work you all and Mr. Craig do. Keep up the good work. Remember to write is to call new worlds into existence. Your words go deep than a slam score; you change the world every time you put pad to pen and open your mouths.

Peace and Metaphors,
Toro"

I've never been able to put things the way he can, but I believe we read somewhere, and used to repeat, “The points are not the point. The Point is Poetry…” and I believe we need to get our minds wrapped around these ways again, allow ourselves to have fun, and leave our mark on the world.

And then, in saying all of this, there is of course something else...

I've never been ashamed of who I am. Not while growing up in the predominately “snowy” city in which I was raised when a fellow student wanted to “pet” my hair, not when I was diagnosed with my multiple disorder, not even when my own father told me I was just a “touch of crazy.” No, I’ve been this person, and will continue to be this person for a reason. Yet it took recent events to help me see things a little more clearly. I wonder if it’s possible to ever care too much, to “over-love” someone, or something. To want to be able to fix all that is wrong, and hold tight to all that is right? At 32, I’m not sure I can yet answer these questions, but I will tell you this…I won’t back down from who I am or what I believe I mean to all of you; not now; not ever. I believe that it’s an awesome feat when you find something that not only nourishes your mind, and soul, but also your spirit. I believe that with all of your help, I have found that very thing, and I believe you’ve found it too. I’ve told you time and time again, to never be ashamed of your energy, of your talent, of your desires to be better than average. Don’t allow yourself to be knocked aside or knocked down by those who will mock, belittle or misunderstand you. Don't be pulled down by the very people who should be lifting you up. Don’t allow the failure of others in their own lives to become the failures you dwell on in yours. It’s not easy being strong, or true to yourself, especially as an adolescent, but if you maintain, I guarantee you’ll be rewarded for your courage, stamina and determination.

I feel like I need to say more, but my eyes are closing, and I woke up once with the number pad mashed into my face. Night all. Tommorrow's another chance to get it right.

So my mother said

2007-02-07T19:03:00.000-05:00

The word that come from your mouth
don’t mean a thing
your self fish
and your heart is to cold
and deprived of kindness
to feel half of these things u pretend to know when you speak
Oh and this poetry thing is nothing but a set up for disappointment
because it could never amount to anything
And u really don’t have to wait for this dream to die because it resembles a stillborn child .
And she said all this when she told me
It was just a dream
And that’s all it could ever be.

And the Tide of Awesome Keeps flowing....

2007-01-31T18:40:00.000-05:00

So, after a ridiculous display of teamwork, togetherness and sheer talent, the second phase of the SlamFam, also known as 2.0, has won their first 7/8 Division Bronx WRITeS Poetry Slam. Excited though they were, it wasn't without the support of all you local poets, old classmates, and friends from other grades that came out to support them that they were able to pull off the ridiculous. We now stand as the 3 time back to back to back and 4 time total 7/8 division champions. Pride people, 145 pride!

Then I check my email while I sit awaiting my ride, and what do I spy...

Dear Mr. Moss,

First and foremost, congratulations to you and your students for being awarded the Gold Key award by Scholastic and the Alliance for Young Artists & Writers for the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards in Poetry.

Please let each of the following students, their parents and teachers know of their accomplishments:

Jesica Blandon, Arturo Toscanini - Gold Key in Poetry
Justine Brown, Arturo Toscanini - Gold Key in Poetry
Angela Deoki, Arturo Toscanini - Gold Key in Poetry

We would also like to invite you, Jesica, Justine and Angela to the Scholastic Festival on Friday, February 9th. Please join us for dinner and the Poetry and Spoken Word Festival at the Scholastic Theater. Dinner is at 5:15 pm and the Festival is from 7:00 - 8:15 p.m....

It's getting harder and harder to not come off sounding cocky, but I've got to applaud and congradulate you all for your tireless efforts in and out of the classroom, and for your awesome support of each other.

Keep on keepin' on!

Finals Baby!!!

2007-01-30T18:48:00.000-05:00

Yeah we did it again, finals are tomorrow at 11. Wish us luck.

The True Me

2007-01-30T10:37:00.000-05:00

Why can't these dry eyes cry?
Whenever I feel pain, hurt whatever deep inside
Why do I hide true emotions?
Why is it so complicated?
My fixated mind has created a perspective of a utopia
My naive mind has hidden reality from these unsalted eyes
Because whenever I face such Bull***** of today's world
I know it won't affect me in the long run
So I hide it
Why can't I exude the same feelings I used to 5 years ago?
Eluding the premise of my soul, I know I can not cry because f***ed up S*** always gets solved
But if you can't solve them it becomes a problem
So why is it that I have locked up secrets and problems no one has heard yet?
Their tainted hearts has not tasted what I have heard and seen
But I believe that one day some one would hear out my mischievous deeds
No one has called me misunderstood but I believe that I am
So don't try to run my life like it's yours!!
because I'm feeling like I can not run away any more
Like I am now trapped in with my secret and problems
But I can not cry
I am not saying that crying would solve anything but at least pour out this containment that has been inside of me for so long
I can not prolong this S*** any more because it will end up controlling me, changing me, so why can't I cry?
I don't know the answer to that, but I do know that emotions are what I can't show and for that I have been secluded
Polluted by the minds of people talk, people thoughts
So I adapt to them, begin to talk like them, act like them
Becuase no one wants to see the old me
The true me any more
But he is still inside of me
Ready to break free, and then maybe I could feel that pain
But that is not likely to happen
Shy, nervous, hurt, quiet, scared, weak, small are all the thing that doesn't describe me any more
I guess it is a result in trying to "man-up"
So I can stand up for myself
But now I just don't give a f****
This society could hate me for all I care
I've changed, people notice since 7th grade
I made life enjoyable, now I just want the truth
Why can't I cry?
Maybe my new cold heart has replaced the fragile, weak, sensitive heart I had
So no remorse run through these viens
Why can't I cry?
Maybe from hiding my pain
I have become so nonchalent and serious making this f***ed up world nothing to me
My peoples had no clue what had gotten into to me
But it got me more people so I ain't afraid to be that proud Guyanese, with my my head up, socializing, serious, nonchalent and all of these things
But my family still wants the True Me
Back to the naive boy who played til his heart content
Cried his eyes out whenever small s*** happens
I don't remeber the last time I cried
That's such a shame to me
Because hopefully I'll cry before I die so you can see the True Me

Christmas perfect

2007-01-26T08:15:00.000-05:00

It's christmas eve and what do i see
i see bumbs on the streets begging for me
begging for my hard earned money
I see the poor sleeping on the streets
because no one wants to help them
because everybodies on their merry way
on there merry way
it's christmas eve and what do i see
i see the blacks struggling to make ends meet
i see the whites spending their plastic cards
cause they are afraid of losing money and power
i am afraid that we as blacks arent getting anywhere
i aam afraid that we are moving in a slower place than we was before
i am afraid that Bush is going to tear us down
to make a world of never
i am afraid of when those glasious melt in Alaska that we will drown with it
i am afraid that one day we will be gone
but today i stand here to say
Today is christmas eve and what do i see
i see people screeming
someone just got shoot down the block
what not agai
its christmas eve and what do i see
i see the blood with worms gathering on it because no one cared enough to clean it up
i see nothing
i see hate
i see torture
i see no one brave enough to look into their own reflection
and when they finally do look
thaT mirror will break and theier life of fantasy will then become reality
but once that bullet of common sense finally approches them it will be to late
because people still wouldn't care if Christmas was perfect anyway

Good News First!

2007-01-25T18:54:00.000-05:00

We went up against 118 today and.................... we won!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was great!!!!!!!. Our performance was beautiful but Mr. Craig forgot to video tape us so no one aside from Wayne, Jasmine, Omar, Mickey and migg will ever get to see our first victory but that’s okay we still have the semifinals. Right Mr.C? (he-he) Now for the bad news...

the six grade lost today , but only by .4...

that’s some messed up sh*t.

So tears were shed but they're stronger and ready for the slam in spring. They are gonna kick some serious six grade butt. Yeah!

I Write

2007-01-25T07:20:00.000-05:00

I write By Carissma Hughes

I write for the heck of it
so people all around know that im goo at it
I write to please no one but myself
my writing is like a pill it’s good for your health
I don’t write to rhythm or take up time cause ya on my dime
I write to make my emotions shine
when my words hit the page there is no stopping me
and no my words aint no mockery
I write to make the electricity in my body move from my toes through my bones and up my veins and
I don’t write to keep grudges but to let it rain and
my emotions are tearing it up like a hurricane and
no im not insane
but my words are coming at u like the #6 train
My words are like timbucktwo
they worth more money than all of you
I know I seem conceited but that’s not the truth
im just elated at the way my words are coming at u
and no im not finished I got a couple more things to say
shoot I could sit and write all day
I write cause
my words are my redemption of my creation
Which i have spoken
Which i have written
Which i have lived
Which i have forgiven
they are my deception which has put me in an institution
for my intuition
My recreation of all senses
Which has been my relation for my rehabilitation for
MY WORDS
MY WORDS
that can't be heard
cause my mind is not sure
NOT SURE
of the power my heart contains
I write cause
the pain and anger will still remain
I stand hear alone not sure of the power my words hold
My mind is my solution
I have written my own constitution
of my words that can't be revealed
I need to keep my emotions concealed
My mind has transitioned from master to minion
I write cause
I have felt that my words were unreachable
Maybe because i was shattered by my own ego
My words were never mine
I'm speaking faster and faster since i'm running out of time
I'm dreaming of an unfulfillable moment
I can't reach my emotions because i never showed it

SPEAK YOUR MIND
but how can i speak my mind
When there is a robot
running from my toes through my bones and up my vains
I can't control it anymore
and I know I'm not the same should i back down
'cause you want to act like a clown
I write cause
I've been around the world and throughout the country
Wait hold up i think I’m hallucinating
I've been covered by a mask of masquerading clothes
I thought i could get my topics from the youth speaks shows
I can't get control
My words must unfold
I don't know what kind of power my mind holds
I have tried to do what i am told
My words are being carried like a laundry load
with bags and more bags of things that don't make any sense
trying to put them together has made me more and more tense
My powers have been relinquished
but what i have to say is that i am distinguished
I am distinguished
I've been dropped by aliens form the past to the future
I can't be told anymore i need to be the teacher
the unreachable Preacher
the mind stopping, breath freezing leader
the one and only redeemer
I write cause
I walk alone through the shadow of death
my words were so cold i froze my own breath
My words have no particular designation
but when i speak to a crowed it has a sharp retaliation
I don't care cause I know what brings my inspiration
My words must have a destination
I know my words are my appreciation
u know what I write cause I got to much time to think

Let's roll!!!

2007-01-22T17:01:00.000-05:00

All right everybody, I know I posted this on Wayne's comment, but the slams are here again; the 8th grade group is on the 25th, Thursday, 11:00 am in our library. 6th grade (yeah, that's right, another three year mission) is also Thursday, but at 1:00 pm, after lunch. Please come out and support the future if you can, and anybody else that's local, you gotta make it, please...Miguel, Carissma, Tracy, Ariel, Micheal, Miguel, Omar...Yomar...come on out, I know it's Regents week, you should have some time!

Also, The citywide slam is coming up again, we're attending the first round preliminaries on Saturday February 3rd. If you want to roll with us, as in watch or perform, please get you words together, get your skills sharpened up again, and let get'em. Come on, we sent Maurico last year. How's about sending at least two of the fam this year. Jesica and Taylor (maybe) are already signed up...Miguel, Wayne, Carissma, Omar - ya'll game?

Come on, what have you got to lose except an afternoon?

ANSWER ME!

2007-01-20T20:38:00.000-05:00

Hey!!!
ANyone!!
when is the slam?
is it the thursday comin up right now?
The 25th?
plz tell me!
if it is ill be there i got regents week off!
and wat time is it? and is there tech class after?

The title...

2007-01-19T17:05:00.000-05:00

Issaka, sorry to send such a short message, but I need the title of the book I gave you last year. Remember? I think it has a "journey," or "soul" or something in it, but I can't remember, and i need it for another student who could use some self reflection. Post me back please.

How's school going btw? Trying out for any slams anywhere?

Munchies (the poem I'M use for the slam)

2007-01-17T21:52:00.000-05:00

Got the munchies for this luv of music
want my love to massage my ear drums
until it causes them to bleed a
red water fall of pain and pleasure
but since the music stop playing
all I have to satisfy me
is the loyalty of my friends
and their truthful words,
to fill me up
when my cup is a lil empty.
Take my wallet and give my enemies my 2 cents
cause yes-
I'm open minded
even if you do not like it
I don't care
I'm the type of child with
Thee diverse personality
I call unique
some call me a psycho.
Forever and a day
shall I remain insane
got my back to the wall screaming
I don't want my words to die yet
I'm to poetic not to be heard
as my friends say
"who really listens to a 13 year old girl?"
I tell them I do and I think you should too
so they reply "iight well that's nice for you"
then I come back like Mase did
saying well face it
I'M truthful
even if it hurts.
truth is I got the munchies for some true friends
cuz I only have a few and that's nto including you.
Gotta make some changes in my life
seems things ain't going right
but I would never ever pick up a knife!
Instead I will pick up my sword-my pencil
and slay thee mightier warrior-my parents
I'm not conceited and
I'm really not that confident
even though
I got the brains,
got the talent,
I'm be honest
I got it all...But the effort!
My parents would lynch me
if they saw my 2nd making period grades
though I don't know why because they're always the same
I'm hungry for some brains
See I'm to busy trying to buy them new Nikes
cuz maybe then
the new boy might like me
but it's so remarkable how
on some days I'm willing to spend $100 on sneakers
yet wouldn't give over $50 to the homeless-
problems?-yes
I think so
but I can't let no one know
cuz then they'll make me hug myself all day.
So instead I stay unspoken
the child with such a loud voice...
saying nothing, unheard, yet her understands.
The one in the corner all alone
cuz she feels betrayal
from her fellow blacks
that lack
common sense
really need to realize
nigga was a word once used for blacks
while blacks had the hunger like me to be free
only leaving their footprints in history
we ran back towards it.
Hold on one more time
munchies for some kindness
maybe a fantasy of a dream
and a dream of a fantasy,
but soon the fantasy is ruined
death is brought among it
next thing I know
I gotta put on a show
cuz no it wasn't just suicide!
but they don't know
I memorized these fake lines
filling bull into their ears wondering do they really hear
hear how he was so careful
in they way he slowly killed my hopes and dreams
and how I watched him do it.
OK so it is his fault or should I say
my fault?
cuz my lover couldn't have me
so he crushed my dreams with his words
and melted my heart with his eyes.
I got the munchies to snitch
but now that the deed is done
I still feel that I have not won.
Up it's them munchies again!
Got the munchies to being devoted this year
I seem to be doing good...
I started five minutes ago.
I also got a plan to get lost in dreaming about tomorrow
and tomorrow dream about today
and then when the day after tomorrow comes
I'll think about what happened yesterday.

2007-01-17T13:06:00.000-05:00

Alright, check this...
On Martin Luther King Day our guest speaker was Ise Lyfe!!! A fu**ing Def Jam Youth Speaks Slam Poet!!!!
U do not know how happy i was!!! It has just beeen such a while since i'd seen some spoken workd being said u know...dude was killing it though...
Yo Craig, make sure u tell us how the team does this year, and make sure they try out for the Urban Word team too, it'll do them some good u know....just keep in touch.

*edited for language...

Jesica's Video

2007-01-12T11:08:00.000-05:00

Hey, we need feedback...What can she do? How is it so far? You know we can't leave it up for too long, so help soon please...! You guys left the team in excellent hands!

(Video Removed...Slam is coming soon, can't give away too much!)

Thanks for all of your helpful suggestions; we're working on them!!!

That just proves I watched my Barney before and after pre school .

2007-01-09T21:13:00.000-05:00

So what I write about suicide and irrational lies
That doesn’t mean I’m stuck in a dark place of solitude
That just proves I watched Barney before and after pre school .
But u know what the real messed up thing is
no one ever told me that what I wrote bothered them
To much imagery to specific for ya ?
didn’t think I could write this way unless I did these things ?
But I bet cha George Orwell never heard a pig talk
Does that make him crazy ?
I mean he did write animal farm.
13 and my writing is to power full for your mind to comprehend
So u tell my mother I’m a little messed up in my head
So now before she lays down in her bed she ask if any thing wrong
fighting to stay up after me
cuz she fears the site she might see if my hands got on that big knife while she’s asleep
Worst part of all I’m stuck asking myself if I really do need help
All because I was put in a position that almost cut me off from all the sanity left in me
Stuck asking myself if ill end up like the hurt and pained people in my poetry.
And then elders call my generation sex crazed and selfish or my favorite
“sit on yaw little asses complain and don’t do a thing about it.”
But look what happens when I try to give u my perspective of some lost adolescents
U automatically lose site of my message and secretly think I’m asking for help when really
All I’m saying is that I know help is needed.
My teacher wanted this powerful writing but maybe she never accepted this out of me
that only means she underestimated me .
And when I underestimate myself u say I’m crazy because “ I’m capable of accomplishing any thing”
See u make no sense to me and when I say “u”
U know who I’m referring to.
Those pretended to be I’m just the best person I can be and I only try to see the best in the people that surround me.
Can u believe they want me to write about bunnies and rainbows
Hey u know what let me try
Here goes
Suzy got a rabbit today
And she played and played
Until the rain went away.
Yawl
Hey wake up see what I mean u never want to here these things
At lest not from me .
See all I want is for people not to question my creativity and mix it up with insanity
Because I write about suicide and irritation lies
Cuz all that proves is that I watched Barney before and after pre school.

to the man that i'm forced to call dad

2007-01-06T11:53:00.000-05:00

Family rejected and wife neglected children pardoned
But not loved willingly, by me
Mind sate of “every ones out to get me.”
When really you got every one first
But now your tricks have reached the surface of recognition
So your stuck in a position unfamiliar to u
So now your words make no sense
And your irrational lies fly over my brothers heads . And u use there naive youth to get pleaser of their shaded tears and that’s 1 of the many reasons I hate u
At age 8 I was so stuck on u
my every thing
I idealized u
or who I believed u were.
U brought her home
and feed this teen a unforgivable sin
Twice.
And I opened the door for her
An unfamiliar face rung my bell asking for u .
And when I saw her I couldn’t help but say in my mind I want to grow up to be the refection of her beauty.
But then u told me to close the door
and I said good bye .
U got on the phone and your fingers only dialed three numbers
and u spoke in Spanish to hide a secret from me and the rest of my family .
But little did u know I understood your tongue
and I constantly told my self the words realest form your mouth weren’t true.
But when mommy took me jive and geo,
Lying to myself became harder to do .
Discus was written all over my mothers face
as she took us to a place I would never want to visit.
And when she told me the truth I pretended to be hurt
physically
because emotionally I was not strong enough to Handel it.
And I cried
And cried my self to sleep
Woke up the next morning and no longer could I tell myself it wasn’t true
And when mommy told me
u knew
I knew
U came to me and asked if I forgave u .
and I did not look into your eyes
and I lied .
And every night since then became a chance for me to blame this unfortunate chain of events on some one other than u .
And that became me .
Lost as I was then
I still am now and every time I look in the mirror I see u .
stuck heating my last name I tell myself that this image in my reflection isn’t me
and now I don’t even know if I’m lying to myself
And I’m to ashamed to ask for help because I want to be strong enough for me.
so I started to cut and bleed the pain away , but that only brought the
U
out of me even more because u always ran to the bar just like I ran to that knife.
And life now leaves me waiting for that day when
Death knocks on my door because then and only then will I able to rest in peace .

Casino Life(Bad Luck)

2007-01-02T20:09:00.000-05:00

You will not understand this in-depth poem if you do not understand the basics of gambling and the different terms that I've used to be a metaphor
This poem should be taken both literally and figuratively .........

How is it that I’m dealt 21 but still losing my bets?
I call life a pain because that’s all I get
But I’m still a player in this game, I still appeal to all the tables
Playing it safe label me fragile because I crack under pressure
Rest assure I’ll be stable if I could get head straight
I ain’t steered right so my mind it’s looking at my coming fate
But I still rolled with the snakes
I’ve played a whole bunch of Craps but none like this venom
And I’m done, throw in the towel and cash out
Because I played for a while and I see this luck isn’t with me
I had the last straw with 5 card draw
Betting no bluffing I guess that’s why I lost
This damage cost me my precious money I tried to be a Shark but it didn’t work for me
I’m not vicious; I’m subtle so I tried the slot machine
Not only did I lose it ate some money
I went around the place and the same outcome occurred
The outlier, airliner tickets an outrage the price is absurd
So I might as well just leave this discriminated place hated by most
We infuriated our mother and our father which we was created
Made it this far with this much I can’t say I hate this
But hatred is a word I use when we are checked
Mates creates us to do crazy things like gamble away
Pockets would be empty which was once filled today
I will take no chances any more
The same chances that gave me this curse
Same probability if I continue this situation would get worse
Same odds as when our two races are bided on
Its (8-29) black column, spin the roulette and find hope
Same hope people coped with in Katrina
See the things I have to look forward to would you believe the luck this mother gave me
Nothing can save me from the destiny
This dynasty has claimed 1 more Fortune
But this life is not mine I can not continue to lie
This casino is my home but this dynasty would soon be dead
We pollute our floors and money is pouring, corrupt managers
Bankrupt customers so thank god I don’t live this way
I live in New York, but Pennsylvania today
We don’t do this we just have our need
I hate the casino life it’s filled with greed
Then I guess the casino life is not for me
Because I live in “Utopia” called Earth we’re angels we’d never destroy our destiny……..

me

2006-12-29T20:12:00.000-05:00

Daddy's eyes
grandma's ears
grandpa's love
uncle marks craziness
auntie's laugh
uncle buko's smartness
uncle Walter's sweetness

Mommy's cheeks
grandma's smile
grandpa's heart
uncle myron's voice
aunt leila's love of god
aunt maranda's sense of style
uncle glenn's strict old self
uncle butch love of games
uncle Ronald, we ain't much the same

all these things I got in me
all these things I'm suppose to be
but what am I without these things
like how many licks to the center of the pop
...the world may never know

The unreceived note that will never be delievered

2006-12-26T00:21:00.000-05:00

I really held on to your hand
Thinking if I did that
there was no way of you leaving

When you asked what do I love about you,
I couldn't answer cause I was to busy trying to figure that out myself
Wondering why
I ran towards the fire 3 times knowing exactly what I was doing
And yet I'm willing to do it all over again...
crazy? I think I am

Christmas

2006-12-22T20:37:00.000-05:00

Hello everybody! How is everyone doing? I'm taking this time to wish each and every person a merry, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2007! I know - time is flying and I can't believe is that time again of happiness and family and joy and the Christmas spirit.

But it is also a time of reflection of everything that has happened and a transition to a new year of hope, good deeds, and resolutions. Everyone should take a moment to go through all the good things that we have done and contributed to our school, community, state, and to the world. We should think about the bad things we wish never should have happened and a way to make it better for ourselves and for everyone. We have to always remain true and loyal to ourselves, friends, and family. We have a powerful tool of speaking to seek help, talk poetry, and way to express ourselves. Our lives are being guided to a beautiful place, dream, vision we can't quite see yet, but with hard work and determinaton we will get there.
So be good for goodness sake - Santa's watching! (Ha Ha Ha)

Maybe we can meet sometime during this week. But remember to relax, spend time with your family and countdown will be soon: 10 days till the new year.

Happy Holidays everyone!!!

I've Changed

2006-12-08T12:53:00.000-05:00

I put words together to form em into a poem.
Some people write rhymes so everyone could know em.
I just sit back, and reflect.
I’m slowly but surely growin’.
I just repeat a beat in my head.
Speak slow so I could show em.

I remember when Mr. C used to say to me,
“Don’t tell me, just show me.”
But in this case, I’ma need to tell him shortly,
Briefly,
That the old Miguel ain’t gon’ be me.
But you see, we’ve haven’t been seeing eye-to-eye.
I need to talk to you guy-to-guy.
Not kid-to-kid, or man-to-man.
The person you see in front of you is who I am, and
If you don’t like it man, I understand,
Cause frankly, I don’t like it neither.
I mean, I ain’t the little fat Puerto Rican boy rockin a ceasar.
Nah, not anymore,
Cause now I feel, way way more lower.
Now I know why,
Why my customers get high.
It’s because they reached their lowest point.
So what better way to take it all away?
After that, the only problem is wakin’ up the next day.
If you’re disgusted by the way I’ve changed,
I’m sorry.
I know you’re worried,
But it’s like I’m gettin' pushed in the wrong direction in a hurry.
It turns out that my foundation wasn’t all that sturdy.
It’s that the people that we’re holding me up suddenly scurried,
And scattered.
So my common sense fell down and shattered.
I’m stuck in a situation I can’t get out of,
And even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t have mattered.

I'm Back pt. 2 (first time pt 2 is better than pt. 1)

2006-12-01T08:26:00.000-05:00

I plant trees those seeds that grow
That feeds these people and I give them what they need
But I have gotten a drought
No more sprinkles of ideas to shower my harvest that slowly would grow
But rather wilting rhymes, drooping over my page on my black lines
That would seems elegant to me but no one else finds it elegant
The dry base of my topic is as old as it comes
one shot deal and the fertility is done
but you got to move on through this
Thick shit, think quick to make it through rough surfaces on your path to a new land
the land that would provide the sources you need
The greens of smilies or the leaves of vivid beauty
Whatever a poet needs you name it
but it seems the path is much harder than expected
My lines on this page is getting hectic
Chaos reigns through the rains of apopletic feelings
And regrets affected previous poets to proceed
Probably no... Indeed I am no other poet
The journey to new lands where poets thrive is mine
Where I can feed the hunger of the people will soon come true
My pencil on the paper where rhymes unfold, stories show these people cold untold tales that would never be heard if it wasn't for them
So indeed I shall travel to foreign places, see poets faces on the same quest as I
And I want this
No I need this...
For my people for has awaited for the returned of Mr. Prolific Poet
You know it I just need some help
That I once got to grow my crops to pot these flowers that will spring the true beauty of poetry
But they have been separated to grow their own
And I still need that help that I once got
Because my crops become scarce and farce
It Hard time through the wet season because that would rain on my unseeded plants which would never have a chance to grow
I can only see the end of my page but not know what will happen
What fate my lines holds on this uncontrolled terrority of poetry

I found new land now...
The flamboyant greens and pastures of the hills.....I can now plant my new seeds
But this seed is different
New flow new gardening methods of which you not know
Something that has been released from the pollen from which it has sprout
No more afraid little crops sticking its buds out no doubt on this new one
It has a new outcome that has begun to change the fate of my planted seeds
So I gave back what the people need
My new flow

Yes this new flow that I have perfected but now rather prefer not neglect my intellect as an individual but showing it
My rhymes do not really matter for now my plants beauty shows itself
That even science can't figure out what kind of beauty my plants exude
Truth spills from its sap no longer hiding behind its not bloomed pedals
From now that my crops has been successful for this short time coming
Mr. Prolific Poet is back you better know it
And I'll show it to you in this new flow
This new flow...
My Poetry Flow

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How I feel...

2006-11-30T15:58:00.000-05:00

You all know the story...
A guy meets a girl his world is now changed
No introduction just talk, no names but still
Same thing happen everyday
Talk is cheap, his eye turn weak and only focus on that girl all week
Until it turns that he can’t stop thinking about her
Its 24/7 all nights of imagining what he would say the next day
Nervousness each time he’s around her
Her words just carry him; he’s full of himself but to talk he confines it to her
He can’t find time to unwind his feelings into this ocean of heartfelt emotion
Explosions of excitement but corrosion of work
She knows nothing in this flustered situation
She continue with her life just mere talk between them
He can’t think without looking at her face
Smiles each time he talks with this girl everyday
Pacing in his mind he doesn’t know when to talk or not
When to speak when to think each time she within a few feet
When to say the truth when to joke
But he try to make her smile as often as it comes
Just to see her smile
He always excited delighted to see her everyday but just too shy to go up to this person
Cursing himself out because he didn’t or just kicking himself because he did anyways
To hoping she gets online that one night or to the night he can't sleep
Tryin to fight it trying to go to sleep but all week it stay unchanged
When ever he sees her thinks about her his heart pace quickens
Like he's standing right in her face
Faced with a desicion he can't make so it thickens into more shit
He knows she can do better, but what the hell, he should never hide something
But its nothing but a feeling of infatuation
The glutton of love has struck him
Now what is one boy to do?
Like to pour out his emotions and times of his life with her in a mere poem?
No that can't happen because nothing and no one reading can tell
What the hell his mind has locked up what he can't say but wants to
Confront her but taunted not to
Ms. Popular girl has gotten my world
How can I complete this tale of where one man can get killed
If she shatters or complete my heart it would never make a difference of how I feel

2006-11-29T20:21:00.000-05:00

Why is it that all of sudden I feel the pressure of gravity on me?
I mean, I’ve been in deeper shit holes than this before
After just one class of English my brain cells feel surprisingly sore
Am I just letting one class breaking my wings, stopping me from my endless ability to soar?
These past 2 ½ weeks I’ve been forgetting whom I’m doing this for
Forgetting I have reports to be written, mistakes to be ridden, and nervous-filled drops of sweat to be hidden
My brain tissue seems to have reached a state of such compression, as my heart keeps beating to a rhythm of tension, and my bones and muscles are moving with what seems like permanent trepidation
All of this is leading me to say, “Shit, maybe I should have gone to one of those extra help sessions”

(Maybe it's finished, maybe it's not, but i just feel like seeing the name Mauricio on the blogger once more)

145 SlamFam

2006-11-12T15:49:00.000-05:00

yo everyone listen up
yo this is for all slamfam peoplez
we are trying to get together for the thankgiving break
spread the word and let see wat we get

FYI

2006-11-09T12:59:00.000-05:00

Ms.preisner said if ma class (447) keep being bad then we not gonna do poetry slam, or mock trail. she went crazy on us the other day. she even stopped collecting our homework journals. We been doing journals since last year. :( I think we really pissed her off this time. it's like every thing we ever did since 6 all added up and she's tired of it..it's kinda sad though.

Meaning of Our Words

2006-11-07T14:23:00.000-05:00

How is it that when spoken word takes hold and control of your mind, you can't get rid of what you has heard?
Sticking into your head you can't shake it out, like a bad song only that the lyrics you can't figure it out
Maybe because our words can twist, not lyrics but stanzas used beyond people eye because they use tricks
These metaphorical statements creating explanations to the thoughts we present
Through this creation to hating politicians or making vivid pictures dictating
What we see to what we bleed on these ink-filled papers printed out by thoughts
These provocative smilies stopping and clocking many, people figuring out what these poets are actually mocking
Or it is that this dense country of ours is actually thinking that rapping is shockingly turning to poetry, but this process is not happening
Because our spoken word was transferred and transformed to a "hands on" project for rappers to turn, torn and shred up poetry
And just to make currency on
Currently upon further study on the music on so call "rap"
Rappers can't deny there is an emerging emergency
These professional poets is dying
That's why this poet name Ryan is trying to use his mind to get it to you that poem is not rap
Who else can use these words so fluent like fluid flowing through you like water but words hit
you through tissue?
Through issues told through young teens witnessing horrific events since the age of three
Some warm hearted individuals trying to send it to you that this performance your eyes are seeing is not a rap video
This visual given to you at intervals so you can see the entire picture at the end
Not all at once before we give away our surprise
I guess that's why this art form is so hard to digest
Rappers can't duplicate and replace this unique race
We are held together by a common knowledge of poetry
But rappers in haste to copy our style and words
That's why your hear smiles in each one of their verse
Rappers don't care who likes their works
Work 2 hours and then get reimburse
Mixed with curse worse they us look bad with their figure
If you going to promote this at least look decent in your picture
No need to see a dozen platinum CD's with covers with rappers holding guns and money,
We poets act professional not funny
What do you expect reciting, and writing, and typing it up?
Biting our tongues every time seeing if fans are liking or not
Every time our hands touch the paper of our words
Our excitement is unbearable of our illustration but we are careful if our statements are critical to others but that's what we are here for
We tell it like it is we put breaths in between important point
Because we need to stress certain topics like...this
When people listen to our words they don't figure out the meaning
But yet they say its rap to us it's really demeaning
It seems that no one believes in this dream any more
ItÂs chewed up, spit out, and thrown out on the floor
But we poets still don't give up, we still doing shows behind close doors toes froze from fiery chills
Those foes knows that poems still exist and we still have a will
Because we would never bow to people who don't know
The meaning of our words so we will show them today
Through poems that convey feelings on political reasons
Or medieval treason or a young teen still dreaming to be whoever wants to be
Just like me
Because our words can transfer you out of school, alter your moods, it can even talk thaveu
You just have have to look behind our words find the terms, and read inbetween them and look and learn
Our words are stern or they can be kind
But it depends to the person is content or cursing in rhymes
Just check next time what this person is feeling and don't call it rap because it is demeaning
So let's see what you've learned, what our meaning?

New Postings

2006-10-27T15:31:00.000-04:00

Well this was the best I could do but I am coming out with more (oyour thinking AGAIN RYAN!!) so hang tight. THese are not my best at all looking at the pattern but with topics I think I had a little help from you guys (solider-miguel, pencil-from wayne's talking bout his pen, my new home- graduation piece sequel) I hope you guys enjoy and leave some comments

My New Home

2006-10-27T15:29:00.000-04:00

You know…
I came from a real crappy place mixed race
People knew my face and I had friends
It was the same all the time
Never changed from the line
It was…
9-5 they went to their jobs
6-10 the party begins
Then 9-5 they get on with their lives
And 6-10 it happens again
Then it all changed with three simple accepting letters
It was
A
B
C

So have a look at my new chapter book
And see this opportunity that I took
I am just starting school it is just like the BX
But now I feel I go more on the line with the grades and the tests
This is important
According to the guidelines and the rules
This is more than what I expected for high school
I know I’ll have to work and I know what I have to do
But this place is huge compared to my middle school
First few days I was gone astray
Into a place portrayed as a classroom
But really was a boiler room
But what would expect? I was a color speck in this pale sea
Beside who would want to a color person like me?

Yep….its pretty crowded
Nah it’s packed
I pack no slack but pack bags that’s a fact
It will never change I won’t slack off
And I know this is going to be hard
But I am up for the challenge
I am ready to go
Ready for anything, ready to show
My talents, my grades
Going to leave people amazed
Nothing is going to faze me

From that one main goal
“to succeed and to have fun”
Thus is probably one of the most exciting experiences
So much for fearing this high school and
More for preparing this “thing” that I long for
Hmmm……I am not going to say it
It’s more like create it
This “thing “is beginning to feel like home
And I love it; it’s called the ABC home

See…..ABC helps you so you won’t get D’s skip E’s or F’s
Unless you’re ready to fail a test
I used to love the Bronx, I still do
But now I got to “rep” ABC
I got a lot of Family: along with FEP and Slamfam you know these #1 poets
I don’t show it
But I love this place
Going to be hard to leave
All I need to do is accomplish this goal all I need is to believe

A Soldier

2006-10-27T15:27:00.000-04:00

A soldier in a war, he’s under fire
He knew that this war was dead-man for hire
But he knows that he got to lock and load
Because one shot through his heart could mean that his soul is sold
Bombs explode
Packing M16’s and throwing grenades
The only way to live for another day
And he doesn’t thinking about the killing
He thinks about survival
From his arrival and facing his rivals
He knows the deal
He could end up dead on a battlefield
Thinking how horrible his family would feel
This soldier
Has to make decisions
And god forgive him he kills an innocent man
But all a soldier thinks about is a one shot kill or your body would be lying lifeless until
A soldier can see the reality of this game “they play”
A soldier is a pawn while the king is safe far away
But this pawn can never be black or white
Because life is seem through the color of your eyes
What he seem was the one thing no other soldier saw
He recalls the military flaws
I can’t kill “the man” as long as I live
I can shoot my rivals no matter what they did
So I shot myself and I lay dead
So pawn I was that pawn...….The pawn of life of heavy fire of expectations showering from the light
My only way out has one consequence
Put my soul in the devil’s hand and be an eternal hostage

Memories

2006-10-27T15:25:00.000-04:00

What ever happen to the times we shared?
All the things I’ve cared for
Has wash away from my shore
Sure new things would wash up but I don’t want it anymore
I want back the things I had
Don’t tell me I am sad I’m just disappointed that every time that something is perfect
I think that is it worth it, worth my life
But it has to fade because nothing ever stays the same
And it kills me to watch my best friends wash away
Everyday we I try to prove myself but you guys aren’t there
Now I am in PA a new place, new school and with some new fear
That the only chance to make friends like you would never come
That 145 was a one-shot deal and now I am done
The money, the kindness, and the cleanliness I don’t care for
If I don’t have my crew what I am here for?
I thought that I would never miss you guys at this time
Time worsen this scar I can’t hide
I reminisce…
Back in June 2006 went by quick, having fun with the Slamfam
Won 3 championships in our course, can you imagine how happy I am?
Its “picture perfect” like I said in June
I can perfectly picture when I was packing up in my room
The times we had, sure it would never last
But would always be encrypted in my heart not my mind
But to find that the choice I made was bitter sweet
Because the experience is great but I miss the New York streets
The concrete underneath my feet now
It pains me
It stains my heart to find I am only walking with friend
Just friends I am pretend that everything is alright and that I would make amends
But thinking
Mr. Craig dissing people, people diss his forehead
Both going back and forth again
We tried to freestyle at least for a little while
We play football and Frisbee
Literally the excitement could not be contained
My insane mind driven out of brain
And when I left the excitement stayed in NY
And sorrow came to fill in
From then on it stays on my mind
The moment I spent must’ve been the greatest
I could resurrect those memories even at the faddist
So that would always be the climax of my life
SlamFam gave me the world so I’ll repay with my life
My success goes to all of you because since of SlamFam
My grades soared
And I couldn’t have wanted anything better anymore
Imagine later in life what would of happen?
We dead silent now since most were sent up and packing
I f we hadn’t left tings would be the best
Still got an education
But still got best friends
Those memories….are killing me
Because I don’t have you anymore……

Controversial Rhymes part 1

2006-10-27T15:18:00.000-04:00

The pencil I have has only lead for success I guess that why I always aimed to be the best
But not sports not games I only aim for the fame
The pencil writes mistakes on my soul
Bush wrote his speech so terrorism explodes
But unlike a pen you can’t erase your mistakes you have to face the after stains on your page

As I write a child dies at his home
A mother worst fear and now she lives alone

Bush target was missed and so he bombed
I bet that mom missed her son when he was bombed
This pencil has not written clear
My hand’s guidance was focused on beating off
Those shear people who don’t share, don’t care, don’t fear, but go near me
Bush has the same way on terrorist
Except I actually care about people and don’t act like a bitch
He’s straight bullshit
His decision were permanent
Because he doesn’t want to be proved wrong by true believers
And so keep dreaming
Because this pencil writes for you guys who thinks that life has a meaning
Fend off Bush and show how wrong he is for believing that he could handle president
Same with immigrants he wasn’t hesitant

That hand that was beating off wasn’t meant to masturbate but meant to educate
I don’t want to be wrong by saying
“Bush is a motherfucker”
But that’s not true
Bush doesn’t fuck mothers but who thought that he got screwed?
The pencil I have only writes on souls
If Bush held a 55 iron pen then US reaches a low
If a pen ink last
Then pencil has to be special
It wrote these stanzas you can tell me it higher than his IQ level!
This pencil make subtle poetry like Bush is subtle
You have to hear it twice to figure out what he said
Bush don’t speak right but me it’s just the special lead

So when you hear this a second time
You’ll realize the truths and the lies
You’ll want to despise his franchise or “cabinet”
So when you read this a second time
You’ll see that…..
My pencil has only lead for success
I guess that’s true from my controversial rhymes
Rewind what I said
Not sports not games I got your attention so let me get some fame

2006-10-25T18:21:00.000-04:00

im sitting here with nothing else to do
but to think about my old ways, my old emotions, my old life
my past life, my future life my- present-life
i have been shot with a bullet that passed my lungs and aimed straight for my heart
peircing through the hard ice that is to be in it's place
My soul is now lost
my soul is no more
my words can no longer speak my minnd and my mind can no longer speak my mind
i am no loonger invinsible
my blood has turned a coal black that has been used as the dirt that man walks on
As i enter my closet what do i see
a dark hershy chocolate bar looking at me
his luscious lips has attacked my body\he caressed my mind as my heart skipped a beat
he captures my soul in a mear image
he speaks the words of true passion and love but i am told that he is not for me
he takes my mind and plays a game
he opens a wound in my heart and fills it with hope and desire
of a romantic night
but all i get is heart break
poetry has leed me to nothing but a vomat of emotions
it has stabbed me in my stomach
leaking out all my internal thoughts, hunger, desires
I can tell you what i have to saybut the words just can't fit this page

i dont know where im going with this help............................

To all slamfams

2006-10-19T22:41:00.000-04:00

The new 8th grade class will not let the poetry slame slip through their careless hands causes the honor to fall into someone else's lap. Even if only two people join we will make the best of it. But I doubt only a few will join. Also I hope ya'll lie bein in high schools...haha freshmen!!!!!! Respect me freshmen for I am a senior LOL I like the way that sounds LOL.

"Beautiful"

2006-10-19T21:51:00.000-04:00

My after school poetry teacher Mr. Fish made me write-yea I was mad. He wouldn't let me stop until the 10 minutes were up n I couldn't cross anything out. So now I'M working on a poem n need feed back. I don't want to give him crap. I want him to see I can write, I jus need time to do it LOL.

"Beautiful"
You are as beautiful as the night sky
Right after the sun has went to sleep.
Your eyes are deeper than my family roots-
and you know I got a lot of family!
Your cute koolaid smile
is like that bright star showing hope on such a sad day
You are "beautiful"...
Well at least on the outside
now if your personality had a face!
Oh my god,
You would take ugly to another level untouched before.
You are
As ugly as the
"Just woke up" hair style
I'm talking
U-G-L-Y you ain't got no alibi
You ugly what?! what?! You ugly!!!
Yeah you can bag every girl in NYC
But that's just with your face sweetie.
Girls are not as smart as they use to be
Wanna get with a boy cause he cute, he fine, he calls u a dime
but at the same time
got another chick on the side
AKA his slide!

God don't like ugly,
So you is daymn lucky he loves you

But yet in the medias eyes you are beautiful
Well, what do they know
Who was given the right to judge what's beautiful
I don't remember voting on this!!!
"beauty is in the eye of thee beholder"
But what if the beholder dies?!
What if she or he is blind?!
Then who will find beauty
Who will break the hearts of the ugly by only their words
Who will brainwash the young minds,
If no one knows the definition of
BEAUTY

The Meaning

2006-10-14T12:04:00.000-04:00

My pen runs across a blank page of unfulfilled dreams
and it "seems" I've finally lost all hope...
And it hurts,
Because all the work and shit I put into this craft
it won't last,
I gotta make more to sore past any block in my obstacled life,
But time after time my mind gets locked,
my poems contain no plot,
But I gotta top myself to be on top,
but I gotta knock myself down to show everyone what I got
keep planting these worded seeds but have no poetic crops,
I said ima slam poet but damn..What if IM not,
I guess what IM experiencing is writer's block.

Shocks shock up and down my spine,
as I see myself grind on poetic lines
that can not be written,
My mind's trippin off my addiction of raw emotions,
floatin down an endless stream of dreams of who I wanna be, But to show dis I gotta supposedly write it down and perform it to you,
just to show or prove what I feel but I feel I can no longer do this shit,
I can no longer think, write, move or shoot my spit,

Looks like im doin good but
80 percent chance ima lose dis shit,
right now im scared ima trip, slip, flip over my tongue
go thru the rest poem mumblin on and on,
Hope my nervousness of dis 1 minute poem isn't shown
Cause i really want dat cash but better yet dat poetic throne

Dis is a little sample of wat i cud do i hope wat i did really helps me go thru.