Eulogy (R.I.P.)

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.)

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)

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ClockWork (Tick Tock)

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 )

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?

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

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...

"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

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

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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

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~Middle school ~

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

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