Well, Dalisbeth has me crying (again) and Ryan has me astounded. Edwin has me impressed, and Mauricio...well, flabergasted. But none of you have sent me a d*mn thing. Pics, video, HELLO! No help, no documentary...
...but here's something you can do to help, since getting pictures together is so much of a chore...
Your Mission; should you choose to accept it: Write/type a one page (please, one page, not more, not less...) reflection on a topic of your choice, the theme is of course the team. I want to record you reading these as a sort of interview to use in the documentary. Doesn't have to be video, just your voices.
Some starters:
Mauricio when speaking about his Urban Word experience: "the most important aspect about what you're saying , is, what you're saying..."
Edwin speaking about his acceptance to his high school: They were most impressed with my writing, something I've only just gotten better at. Amazing."
Omar: The quietest guy I've taught (besides Luis maybe...), Spittin' fire at the Nuyorican!
Ryan (Mr. Prolific): The three year mission, get on the competing squad. Accomplished!
Miguel: Politics, presidents, students voices, what we say can and will be used...for good!
Dalisbeth: Hello! Scholastic awards! Only Middle school student on stage!
Wayne: Do you really need any starters...? Okay, how about LaGuardia and your sitcom in a couple years (hey, I'm great with a camera, hint hint. You know where to find me.)
Issaka: The soul searcher, the silent assassin, the toungue twister, the seemingly confident yet ultimately shaky inside young man who released his frustrations on paper an cemented a legacy for himself.
Carissma: Three years, and the best performance was the only one that really counted anyway. Graduation! The points are not the point; the point is poetry!
Holla back. Please do this. please...
Seriously,...please. Some of you may have started some of these already or may have something you've already written which satisfies this. Just do it.
Aug 11, 2006
Aug 9, 2006
Thanks.. a lot
Thanks a lot Mr.Craig for everything that you have done for us, every motivation, every ounce of love, every hour of effort that came/comes toward us, every laugh, every story, every hour after school was done, every one of the three years, every day of you being our role model, our teacher, afterschool teacher, our inspiation, every piece dedication to us, and most imortant, an every day friend we could always come to to talk to.
Thanks
Thanks
I'm back
You can call this the return of the worlds greatest
Or returning to the blog because Mr. Craig made us
Now that every school hate us
Because the real champs never lost the crown it’s been underground
But poets never reveal their secrets
Wait that’s magicians but this is our magic
Who else can fight with words ignite sentences so they burn?
Overcome stage fright still has the might to learn?
Who can still has enough to excite this blog with my return?
That’s me
And I’m back with fire power
More ammo in this hand and still shooting down cop…iers
Yea copiers still trying to copy my words
But betcha you can’t do it like me
Because no one is able to write like me
But I have been busy for not writing
Busy how high school life is going to be exciting
Can’t believe that I am going to leave
I’m saying I am back when I am about to leave
But it has been a while since I have been on the site
I said on my site Slamfam 4 Life
I got it embedded in hand not tattooed
Because the hard work left a mark so left hand screwed
Maybe that’s why I didn’t write, I did what was right
But I am back with no complaining
Now everyone in Fieldston knows “My Name is”
Everyone in the ABC house knows Ryan’s da greatest
See I’m spreading the word of the SlamFam
It’s the truth you should have seen them
You wouldn’t believe them
Now would you believe that I’m back
Yes Ryan’s back
And here to make history
It going to be sight to see
Make your right hand bleed
Because no one will be able to copy THIS from me
Or returning to the blog because Mr. Craig made us
Now that every school hate us
Because the real champs never lost the crown it’s been underground
But poets never reveal their secrets
Wait that’s magicians but this is our magic
Who else can fight with words ignite sentences so they burn?
Overcome stage fright still has the might to learn?
Who can still has enough to excite this blog with my return?
That’s me
And I’m back with fire power
More ammo in this hand and still shooting down cop…iers
Yea copiers still trying to copy my words
But betcha you can’t do it like me
Because no one is able to write like me
But I have been busy for not writing
Busy how high school life is going to be exciting
Can’t believe that I am going to leave
I’m saying I am back when I am about to leave
But it has been a while since I have been on the site
I said on my site Slamfam 4 Life
I got it embedded in hand not tattooed
Because the hard work left a mark so left hand screwed
Maybe that’s why I didn’t write, I did what was right
But I am back with no complaining
Now everyone in Fieldston knows “My Name is”
Everyone in the ABC house knows Ryan’s da greatest
See I’m spreading the word of the SlamFam
It’s the truth you should have seen them
You wouldn’t believe them
Now would you believe that I’m back
Yes Ryan’s back
And here to make history
It going to be sight to see
Make your right hand bleed
Because no one will be able to copy THIS from me
Aug 8, 2006
WOW I guess no one is writing poems
I thought this blog waz made 4 poems? Oh well...Hopefully history will be made tomorrow and sorry I didn't post ( new record 1 month and 12 days) I guess since everyone is talkin about summer..it waz iight, I went 2 FEP, the PA orientation which should be longer, and writin A LOT of poems as usual and you will them soon see soon ( I hope)
If I had Mr. Craig worried for not writing I'm sorry but da #1 poet is back u better know it
I'll show it to you in rhyme schemes
but time seems to pass by when you thinking about your dreamz.....
Hope it wasn't too hot in ur home
But when I'm alone poems is my gateway drug it opens me to more bigger ideas
I hope people will see us soon because this blog is too lonely show me poems and
I'll comment
show me writing and
I'll read it
hope we still keep in touch before we are leaving
(a little poem...we sum more)
If I had Mr. Craig worried for not writing I'm sorry but da #1 poet is back u better know it
I'll show it to you in rhyme schemes
but time seems to pass by when you thinking about your dreamz.....
Hope it wasn't too hot in ur home
But when I'm alone poems is my gateway drug it opens me to more bigger ideas
I hope people will see us soon because this blog is too lonely show me poems and
I'll comment
show me writing and
I'll read it
hope we still keep in touch before we are leaving
(a little poem...we sum more)
Aug 5, 2006
The SlamFam Experience: The Documentary
Okay, before you get too excited, it's not done; but the reason is simple. I need more footage from you guys. Listen, all the digital pictures you've taken at Awards Night, Fieldston, Graduation, Prom, anywhere that involves you all, I need them. All the digital video your parents, aunts, uncles, grandmothers took of us at graduation, at Awards Night, at Fieldston, I need it. I've pretty much uploaded all of the footage I have, from three years ago in a circle in the classroom when Issaka was a foot shorter and couldn't remember his lines, and Luis was his line helper, to Urban Word Semi-Finals, to the beginning of our performance at graduation (my tape ran out as I started my second part...stupid, stupid, stupid...) and it's an awful lot, but I seriously need more from you guys to balance out everyone's time in the documentary. Right now, a few faces show up too much, others not enough. (Plus the interviews were pretty wack considering you wouldn't answer questions for me like you knew how to speak...on stage, on mic, on camera, to foreign leaders,... but not for me...(but that's another story...) So...anybody? I know Dalisbeth has a few digital pics because I see them on her MySpace page, I remember Carissma said her mother recorded us at graduation, anybody else? You know how to reach me. You know how to fix up your MySpace pages so I know you can email me a few pics. I'll get the video from you if I have too, that's more difficult to upload, but come on. You want the documentary right? I need help from you too.
Btw, speaking of MySpace, Wayne, Carissma, Omar, Edwin, Issaka, Karen...Where you at?
Post a comment if you have stuff for me and can get it to me, otherwise, have a relaxing second half of summer, pack light and tight, and stay out of trouble! High school is so close for you guys!
Contact:
You know my email addy already, and phone number...or,
http://www.myspace.com/poet145 , or
http://www.myspace.com/slamfam
and, oh yeah, started another one for you guys...a MySpace Music page...and it's gonna be crazy!!!---> http://www.myspace.com/slamfamlive
Btw, speaking of MySpace, Wayne, Carissma, Omar, Edwin, Issaka, Karen...Where you at?
Post a comment if you have stuff for me and can get it to me, otherwise, have a relaxing second half of summer, pack light and tight, and stay out of trouble! High school is so close for you guys!
Contact:
You know my email addy already, and phone number...or,
http://www.myspace.com/poet145 , or
http://www.myspace.com/slamfam
and, oh yeah, started another one for you guys...a MySpace Music page...and it's gonna be crazy!!!---> http://www.myspace.com/slamfamlive
Jul 28, 2006
145 SlamFam
well...weeeeelllll,I slept, woke up, ate, played games, watched television, ummmm...took my sister and brother to the park every hour...uh oh yeah and I slept. I did this 4 about a month...AnD Im GoInG FrIgGiN CrAZy!! we need a reunion lets try to set it up everyone!
my AIM account is wayj41. if u don't call i'll kill the most handsome guy in the world... of course.... that'll be suicide.
my AIM account is wayj41. if u don't call i'll kill the most handsome guy in the world... of course.... that'll be suicide.
Jul 5, 2006
SlamFam
S is for success, when we’re doing our best.
L is for lettin’ go of what’s on our chest.
A is for the straight A’s we never get on our test.
M is for the microphone where we relieve our stress.
F is for the family that we’ve built on our land.
A is for the alternates that aren’t afraid to stand, and
M is for the might of the o so notorious SlamFam!
We never quit.
We never stop.
Our opponents, like flies, they drop.
We as dangerous as a nine millimeter, that’s already cocked.
We never rocked dem rocks, like all ‘em diamonds.
The truth of our poetry is how we stylin’.
We wildin’ out, without Nick Cannon.
We standin’ on our own two feet
Without dem beatz dat dese rappers need to succeed.
We bleed out thoughts onto our paper.
Then, later we put on a show for everyone.
We never done.
We take our risks,
And this boy WayJ might just put it in a song.
Issaka’s our own personal spit kicka.
Ryan’s our twista.
Edwin is already a Mr.
This team was meant to be.
We get our energy from Marz.
We not future starz, cause we already famous.
We wild and finally unleashed.
Ain’t nobody can tame us.
We rewrite and excite.
We past entertainment.
Come and join us.
If you do, everyone would recognize your name, and
Ya life just won’t be da same, and
From our “competition”, all you’ll hear is complainin’.
See, they just can’t comprehend.
Man, I know it’s hard to understand, when
We be doin’ some crazy $hit wit our pens,
But ever since, we’ve been introduced to this
Poetry Express Experience, we’ve been
Jumpin’ off the walls,
Swingin’ on chandeliers.
Look at us standin’ tall.
Just look at us standin’ here.
It looks like we got the spotlight
Just on right.
Right on the faces of us young ones.
They’ve seen us grow up from
Little girls, and boys,
To young ladies, and men, that have thrown away their toys.
We just keep makin’ a whole buncha wonderful noise.
We rock the world, by only usin’ our voice.
Whether you choose to see us, or not…well that’s your choice.
But, it will be one that you will regret.
Because our words hold enough power to make everyone throw away their packs of cigarettes.
We all have individual goals for our future,
And our minds are set.
There’s a little voice in our heads.
It keeps sayin’,
“Keep all dese obstacles from stoppin’ you.
There’s gonna be alotta people doubtin’ you,
But don’t let their word rot in you, or rotten you.”
Thank You,
Mr. Craig.
You’ve opened up a whole new path for all of us.
A path that I never thought I had.
The only path I knew of was the one going downhill.
But you’ve cleared the bushes out of my way
for an entirely new one.
I don’t ever think you had doubt in me, no.
Along with my Uncle Jayson,
Man, you’re my hero…
L is for lettin’ go of what’s on our chest.
A is for the straight A’s we never get on our test.
M is for the microphone where we relieve our stress.
F is for the family that we’ve built on our land.
A is for the alternates that aren’t afraid to stand, and
M is for the might of the o so notorious SlamFam!
We never quit.
We never stop.
Our opponents, like flies, they drop.
We as dangerous as a nine millimeter, that’s already cocked.
We never rocked dem rocks, like all ‘em diamonds.
The truth of our poetry is how we stylin’.
We wildin’ out, without Nick Cannon.
We standin’ on our own two feet
Without dem beatz dat dese rappers need to succeed.
We bleed out thoughts onto our paper.
Then, later we put on a show for everyone.
We never done.
We take our risks,
And this boy WayJ might just put it in a song.
Issaka’s our own personal spit kicka.
Ryan’s our twista.
Edwin is already a Mr.
This team was meant to be.
We get our energy from Marz.
We not future starz, cause we already famous.
We wild and finally unleashed.
Ain’t nobody can tame us.
We rewrite and excite.
We past entertainment.
Come and join us.
If you do, everyone would recognize your name, and
Ya life just won’t be da same, and
From our “competition”, all you’ll hear is complainin’.
See, they just can’t comprehend.
Man, I know it’s hard to understand, when
We be doin’ some crazy $hit wit our pens,
But ever since, we’ve been introduced to this
Poetry Express Experience, we’ve been
Jumpin’ off the walls,
Swingin’ on chandeliers.
Look at us standin’ tall.
Just look at us standin’ here.
It looks like we got the spotlight
Just on right.
Right on the faces of us young ones.
They’ve seen us grow up from
Little girls, and boys,
To young ladies, and men, that have thrown away their toys.
We just keep makin’ a whole buncha wonderful noise.
We rock the world, by only usin’ our voice.
Whether you choose to see us, or not…well that’s your choice.
But, it will be one that you will regret.
Because our words hold enough power to make everyone throw away their packs of cigarettes.
We all have individual goals for our future,
And our minds are set.
There’s a little voice in our heads.
It keeps sayin’,
“Keep all dese obstacles from stoppin’ you.
There’s gonna be alotta people doubtin’ you,
But don’t let their word rot in you, or rotten you.”
Thank You,
Mr. Craig.
You’ve opened up a whole new path for all of us.
A path that I never thought I had.
The only path I knew of was the one going downhill.
But you’ve cleared the bushes out of my way
for an entirely new one.
I don’t ever think you had doubt in me, no.
Along with my Uncle Jayson,
Man, you’re my hero…
Jun 29, 2006
Yeah...SlamFam
I don't believe this...we're separating, sorry, we're separated...i just can't believe it. I don't wanna go to Berkshire anymore! Or Jersey! I wanna stay where I belong, BX, DA Bronx, one of the only places where its beauty and significance is something hidden and something u must look for...to see for yourself. Lord, we may never see each other again......
What the hell am i talking about?!! Ofcourse we gonna each other again! We have to...i hope...
Ah, crap, i'll miss all of ya, and please everybody stay focused, we're not gonna have each other this time, so, Freshman year is always a female dog (Believe me, the first time i talked to Issaka, i said "Hi" and he kicked me back). We're SLAMFAM 4 EVER!!!
What the hell am i talking about?!! Ofcourse we gonna each other again! We have to...i hope...
Ah, crap, i'll miss all of ya, and please everybody stay focused, we're not gonna have each other this time, so, Freshman year is always a female dog (Believe me, the first time i talked to Issaka, i said "Hi" and he kicked me back). We're SLAMFAM 4 EVER!!!
yo slam fam forever
im repping slam fam forever
i wont forget about ya cause we've been together more than our own brothers and sisters
thats wat wayne said in we movin on up
he said damn wat was that line we movin on up to bigger and better times
we finaly got our piece of the sky
man that was waynes favorite line
yo slam fam forever
im reppin the slam fam forever
cause as issaka and mauricio said
every seed has grown and i think
therefore everyone shall know
that slam fam will never die
we reached high
but never got high
we never tried just to get by
we actually finaly got our piece of the sky
but know i finaly got wat mr. craig said
we will now be picked for a nother school
i know for the past three days i've been walking around like every thing was cool
as edwin and ryan made me say
after hearing acid rain/who ever knew
who ever knew that acid rain
will fall
mainly
straightly
at your
heart
the pain ya felt at graduation is now tearing me apart
omar mentioned the battle that we fought
after we realized that high school was tearing us apart
then miguel made me feel it cause
we will be stuck in the bronx trying to escape
he said but
this is where we live with fifteen year old girls screaming at they kids
and it's true
some of ya will be leaving thebronx where misery lives
while the rest will have to fight off the bullots that will kill them dead
to be continued....................................................
im repping slam fam forever
i wont forget about ya cause we've been together more than our own brothers and sisters
thats wat wayne said in we movin on up
he said damn wat was that line we movin on up to bigger and better times
we finaly got our piece of the sky
man that was waynes favorite line
yo slam fam forever
im reppin the slam fam forever
cause as issaka and mauricio said
every seed has grown and i think
therefore everyone shall know
that slam fam will never die
we reached high
but never got high
we never tried just to get by
we actually finaly got our piece of the sky
but know i finaly got wat mr. craig said
we will now be picked for a nother school
i know for the past three days i've been walking around like every thing was cool
as edwin and ryan made me say
after hearing acid rain/who ever knew
who ever knew that acid rain
will fall
mainly
straightly
at your
heart
the pain ya felt at graduation is now tearing me apart
omar mentioned the battle that we fought
after we realized that high school was tearing us apart
then miguel made me feel it cause
we will be stuck in the bronx trying to escape
he said but
this is where we live with fifteen year old girls screaming at they kids
and it's true
some of ya will be leaving thebronx where misery lives
while the rest will have to fight off the bullots that will kill them dead
to be continued....................................................
Jun 27, 2006
Regrets
When I entered this school I was just a small little kid
Didn't care what I said or what I did
But everytime I tried to open up my rage closed me in
But now.....
See 6th grade rolled past me
Still shy and afraid
And 7th grade was just full of rage
But this year wasn't like to the rest
I got to open up to everyone
And I regret not to open up before
Because now I wouldn't get to see you any more
Sure we could always be in contact
But where would there be eye contact?
Damn it!
I hate this shit!
Slamfam is gonna break apart
But don't let your spirit
Because I don't want you to have regrets like me
And I don't you want to be......
An idiot!
I regret my past times I had
Because when I was mad
I could of gotten glad
My bad
I didn't mean that stupid product
Because nothing could seal this pain I brought up
Now I am caught up with the memories of this year
Because the last 3 wasn't like this year
Now I have tears
They're dripping through my soul
Because now our chapter has closed
And I regret the stupid shit that I did to everyone
Because I opened up to them the year was done
I don't think you would understand
On how pissed I am!
And how things could of change with me....
FUCK THIS SHIT I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LAST 3 YEARS
BECAUSE WHEN I WAS DOWN NO ONE WAS THERE!
I'm sorry
I regret my regrets
Cause I regret that my regrets was something that no one would forget
See
This year......
I did something....
I got to talk
And commuicate
But now I got to go out of state
I hope u got no regrets
Because will something u will never forget
Just stay in touch.....
Because I love everyone so much
SLAMFAM4EVA
Don't break each other's hearts
Comfort them
Goodbye
And Good luck
Didn't care what I said or what I did
But everytime I tried to open up my rage closed me in
But now.....
See 6th grade rolled past me
Still shy and afraid
And 7th grade was just full of rage
But this year wasn't like to the rest
I got to open up to everyone
And I regret not to open up before
Because now I wouldn't get to see you any more
Sure we could always be in contact
But where would there be eye contact?
Damn it!
I hate this shit!
Slamfam is gonna break apart
But don't let your spirit
Because I don't want you to have regrets like me
And I don't you want to be......
An idiot!
I regret my past times I had
Because when I was mad
I could of gotten glad
My bad
I didn't mean that stupid product
Because nothing could seal this pain I brought up
Now I am caught up with the memories of this year
Because the last 3 wasn't like this year
Now I have tears
They're dripping through my soul
Because now our chapter has closed
And I regret the stupid shit that I did to everyone
Because I opened up to them the year was done
I don't think you would understand
On how pissed I am!
And how things could of change with me....
FUCK THIS SHIT I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LAST 3 YEARS
BECAUSE WHEN I WAS DOWN NO ONE WAS THERE!
I'm sorry
I regret my regrets
Cause I regret that my regrets was something that no one would forget
See
This year......
I did something....
I got to talk
And commuicate
But now I got to go out of state
I hope u got no regrets
Because will something u will never forget
Just stay in touch.....
Because I love everyone so much
SLAMFAM4EVA
Don't break each other's hearts
Comfort them
Goodbye
And Good luck
Jun 23, 2006
Graduation and Award Night Pics
I posted the new pics from Awards Night and Graduation for all of you. Some are a bit dark, but that's what happens in poor lighting. Also, since I was busy during most of these shots, I missed some I really wanted, so when you ghet yours developed, or if their digital - even better, please forward the dupes (duplicates...) to me so I have for myself as well as I'm able to post them.
Jun 22, 2006
My name
I am the only guy that will still lives after he dies
At least my soul would be alive
Surviving off the words we speak
Tweak to perfection, a collection of poets who will spit the truth
And vomit their recollection
So I'm leaving my mark here
Right from the start here
Right where I'm departing here
Where I learn fear
Do you know who the f**k I am?
Guess Not
Because I don't need fame to get your attention
Because this poem itself has got your attention
Did I forget to mention my name.......
I am Ryan b*tch
I call myself the North Star
Because everyone needs a little guidance when they stray far
And far along did I need this help
But no one was there
But the SlamFam was
And let me show you how they helped me
ITS TIME TO SHOW OFF MY SKILLS......
I was always afraid I stayed away anyway I was ashamed of fame
Rep to gain but the acid rain of pain had always stained my name
Now my name is framed
Its picture perfect partly because partly this picture wasn't perfect because
It doesn't matter
What ever I do
I can't be picture perfect like you
DID YOU SEE MY SKILLS?
You see I can't be picture perfect
But damn well I can perfectly picture my skills
An when I reach that unreachable stage
On stage
My pages of words will finally mean something
And I mean mean something
But now who's the profilic guy
The honors guy
The poetry guy
The guy that writes his soul and not care what the f**k the points are
The guy who has been on the sidelines but always came back up when needed
Never pleaded nor did I ever cry for it
But I'll die for it
Not for the attention
Or the tension
Or the fame
All I need to do is mention my name
So everyone could remember
Cause I'm Ryan b*tch!
I rather say it twice
Cause I know you people always forget it
I'm Ryan b*tch!
Now don't mistake me for mike jones
Cause he got no girls man he's alone
He's a phony
But me, see I got the whole crowd locked on me
I don't care what they say about me
See I will become famous
All you have to do is say what the f**k my name is!
At least my soul would be alive
Surviving off the words we speak
Tweak to perfection, a collection of poets who will spit the truth
And vomit their recollection
So I'm leaving my mark here
Right from the start here
Right where I'm departing here
Where I learn fear
Do you know who the f**k I am?
Guess Not
Because I don't need fame to get your attention
Because this poem itself has got your attention
Did I forget to mention my name.......
I am Ryan b*tch
I call myself the North Star
Because everyone needs a little guidance when they stray far
And far along did I need this help
But no one was there
But the SlamFam was
And let me show you how they helped me
ITS TIME TO SHOW OFF MY SKILLS......
I was always afraid I stayed away anyway I was ashamed of fame
Rep to gain but the acid rain of pain had always stained my name
Now my name is framed
Its picture perfect partly because partly this picture wasn't perfect because
It doesn't matter
What ever I do
I can't be picture perfect like you
DID YOU SEE MY SKILLS?
You see I can't be picture perfect
But damn well I can perfectly picture my skills
An when I reach that unreachable stage
On stage
My pages of words will finally mean something
And I mean mean something
But now who's the profilic guy
The honors guy
The poetry guy
The guy that writes his soul and not care what the f**k the points are
The guy who has been on the sidelines but always came back up when needed
Never pleaded nor did I ever cry for it
But I'll die for it
Not for the attention
Or the tension
Or the fame
All I need to do is mention my name
So everyone could remember
Cause I'm Ryan b*tch!
I rather say it twice
Cause I know you people always forget it
I'm Ryan b*tch!
Now don't mistake me for mike jones
Cause he got no girls man he's alone
He's a phony
But me, see I got the whole crowd locked on me
I don't care what they say about me
See I will become famous
All you have to do is say what the f**k my name is!
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