you guys know it! this was an original myspace blog
After announcing my arrival at the alcohalics anaonymous outing i Bet bear at an open bar and when I bounce now better off than before I Catch cheaters in cards while calling cheers and checking my chances cuz I'm Determined to do different than my dad did no disrespect delivered but enough energy to erupt eloquently at everyone efficiently entertained From fencing and fishing and fighting for the final say, fumbles in family football Games, Getting the goods, a gift given from our good God or gotten by giving grief Holy haters hit with hard hilts, and hereafter high on the heat from hell Igniting insane imitations of intimacy, irrelevant because it's in my imagination Just joking is how I justify it, are the jittery junkies still jeered in jail or did the judges join them. It's just justice Kings unknowingly kneel to pray, and are killed, knifed by k-bars, no kindness Left locked in a little room laughing because life is too ludicrous to live Mind you I'm made out to be mixed up or mad while I mention I'm not missing much No nonsense, no one notices normal notions of nominated Office officials operating under careful observation to keep their obsolete occupations Pose a proposition to the population of people polluting the public places and Quitters of college quantum physics, and Queens sinking in a quicksand of questions. Rejecting all hands reached out and resenting without receiving further reply So I scream so soberly in my six by six cell an SOS, my sanity's fine, somebody save me This time I'll try tying my shoes, typing my theological theory term papers and not tripping over the tiny things and Understand the unimportance, and ultimate uselessness of anything under my bed and Visit the various victims of my venting, via voice and vocabulary I Wield Weapons more wonderful than the world wide web, and without so much as a whip I walked the wild wild west, and when it was about word choice Webster wouldn't help so X-ray my mind to find eXactly what's going through existence and eXiting Young years are wasted yearning for yesterday again Zip, zero, zilch is the number of drinks I've had in a while, I announce after zigzagging to my arrival at the AA outing.
DEBT old fashioned blog (+ poem)
Category: Blogging
I bought a car.. that is costing me alot more than i paid for or at least more than i expected.
BUT I PAID FOR IT MYSELF
for the transfer title, and the smog, and the repairs, and the insurance... and the gas...
i paid for it and now i am in debt, but you know what that's okay because i'm making good money now and on the 15th i'll get myelf out.
My brother keeps saying he'll get me a nice camera but now it'll be a christmas/ 18th birthday/ graduation/ christmas/ 19th birthday present but whenever it does come i'll be able to take alot of pictures without using priya's cam (i purchased). Actually in two weeks i'll buy myself a shiney 10.1 mpx gift with digital zoom and a 2gig memory card, along with flowers for my family friend mechanic and his wife, and i'll take my mom out to dinner.
*notes to self*
1. time for work/ time for play. what time is it?
2. do something crazy
3. feelings are a good thing
*end notes to self*
--indebted... peom
[[[Today I feel like there are too many hours between now and tomorrow
And everything between isn't even mine, I'm just borrowing time until
I start my next nine to five shift… and it really sucks to be in debt..:
Today money is low
Lower than a low rider on a flat
And when you owe… you don't even get to know the money you make
Just wave goodbye
You still can't buy food, but if I could just buy back this pain in my back
Today I feel like there are too many hours between now and tomorrow and not enough money for the train faire
and on my shirt, it is a stain there
cuz some people don't have spare change for the wash
because the money's down the drain and the slosh
or burnt in a fuel tank and it's lost
i know why people let loose in the mosh pits and get tossed off like frost in the moist morning mist from cars
i'm not sure who i have to thank when i'm counting the cost
after this is done there won't be any scars.]]] <-- end poem
happy clo? i'm only going to get like 2 comments so why not address my readers directly! phylis and jane and grim have i mentioned you guys are awesome. and Andrea. i'm pretty sure you still read even if you don't comment.
sorry i'm youtubing so much now and i'm even sucking at that.
it's hard to meet people's expectations
is it a bad thing to have high expectations for other people?
it's one of those put yourself in someone elses shoes things.
i'm actually kinda mad that i recorded this song before i was finished writing my verse. watch the video but read my verse cuz i made it twice as long
also you can see the original video here. the girl is elizabeth/liz/supadupaflygirl http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scohSecU460 she has a billion subscribers and i'm glad she let me do this. again. check the rest of the verse i wrote below.
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time flows faster than stampeding rhinos for winners as well as winos why waste money on spinners I buy those while people get thinner scraping dinner from behind diners, young ones are helped by the old timers they live and die there while we dye hair to kill time right now my time's melting like two scoops vanilla Bryers in the dryer, in the middle of a forest fire and yesterday i saw a missing child flyer for a little girl about five years old, i hope somebody finds her cuz its getting cold and see my problems are really minor and this song is just a reminder for every christmas present unwrapped 2 kids pray for coal.
and it's getting cold and see my problems are really minor and this song is just a reminder that unrefined diamonds, you find in 3rd world country mines, and under-paid miners are dying and under-aged minors are drinking and driving and underseige soldiers, and marines, and police officers are not arriving home and that sends that sends a shiver through my bones and that's where i derived this poem because every time i look in the mirror or pick up the phone or look at the news or try to choose between organic and non organic food i think is this really worth my time
The Superman Poem I had the honor of having superman and the justice league in the audience for one of my slams. It went like this. There are two ways that you can step on stage You can either rent.. or you can own you can take the microphone on loan or steal it so the crowd feels the same feelings you passed long after the show... when a poet passes gas on stage you smell it at home hours after After hours i tried convincing the justice league that i had superpowers but they said anyone can shout. I was like, "superman wait... I can fly too!!" he’s like "you can!?" I’m like… "no"... but i can flow SUPERMAN: "Like a fish?" No like a bird bobbing his beak to the beat of his wings in the breeze when my knees get cold i shiver in rhythm but don’t freeze because my words pack heat. SUPERMAN: "but you can’t fly" so there’s no room for me on the justice league i ask.. just the freaks SUPERMAN: "yup" "But Superman I’m a freak too!!" he’s like "really?!" i’m like "no"... but people tell me i must have 3 eyes because it’s amazing the way I see rhyme and somewhat entertaining. Maybe i could fight crime with that. SUPERMAN: "But can you fight?" Well… I’m lethal with a pen and although in a fist fight i might resort to biting men, in ink... i hold lightning with my hands!!! "Great so you can hold lighning!?" No! stupid... that was a metaphor i formed, what i meant to say’s i perform adorned in a mask i’m a master of disguise In the past i’ve plastered myself as a faster, fatter, flatter person and as a matter of fact i’ve been batter and catcher in the same pitch.
Pitchblack, late at night i learned to fight with only my words to back me in the back of an ally ask me what i can do GO AHEAD ASK ME i’ll tell you i can retaliate with a quick response don’t cut me off, i don’t have sharp teeth or claws but i’ve learned that words bite words bite WORDS BITE STRONGER THAN JAWS. Furthermore. Aquaman i can hold a rhyme longer than you can hold your breath Batman was convinced, so was wonder woman but Superman told me something i’d never forget it doesn’t matter what you can do SUPERMAN: I’ve saved a lot of things from a lot of things but the first time I saved anything I flew a cat from a tree Superman told me it doesn’t matter what you can do its about how you use what you can to do to save people. So I’m like I’m like superman wait!... i can do that too yes a lot of people have superpowers but real superheroes can save a falling crowd from slamming into the ground. Slamming isn’t just about rhythm... and sound... and rhyme.. nor, how many big profound words I can have coming out of my mouth in one line. I’m running out of time so let me raise the bar, can you hear me now?? There are two ways to step off stage. you can talk, or you can save.
March Madness (slams and cyphers)
Current mood: confused
this is a compilation of slams and cyphers... tonight is Youth Speaks Finals and i’ll be performing in front of 3000 people i think... something like that. HBO (instead of MOS def poetry) is following the team from finals to nationals this year. It’ll be HUGE! airing in january.
hey, this was another myspace original from back in 2006.
I'm not sure if I need saving but here's my SOS Not sure what's happening, I was walking in San Jose but judging by my surroundings I'd say this is the desert i happen to be cracking under the heat but i think i see relief on the horizon. ..forsaken A patch of blue in a land fortaken.. could be mistaken for a lake and looks like an oasis but who knows what images play, vivid in my imagination if they are real or fake and mirages that you can feel and taste hot plates of four course meals to seal our fates appeals.. but fake Conceals the blemishes on the face of perfection until too late On the real, taste buds start forgetting what real food tastes like Road kill tastes fine placed on silver trays and placemats displayed behind glass cases and at quick pases the road passes too fast to understand what's happening...
They say eagles fly over rain clouds to be in the sunrays.
Understand what's.. happening here as i sit in a chair choosing between the red, blue and purple pill did i do that in a dream or was it fa-real today I've had three square meals but I'm still not full i bought a pair of Jordan's and I'm still not cool i see a patch of blue up ahead, not sure if it's a puddle, or pool or maybe the ocean
And no amount of lotion can save my ashy skin I'm hoping if I do this long enough It'll become a fashion trend Do you know how fast real tends to double back and get back on track again? It goes slow. Facts don't trickle they flow like molasses into just pretend. Leaving people like me confused drowning in the deepest section of the deep end. "Don't push me cuz I'm close to the edge" Dehydrating in the desert left for dead or better yet worse left wet in bed like an infant without anyone there to change him or check I cant remember if that was a nightmare or if it happened
I'm not sure if I need saving but here's my SOS I'm running out of breath yesterday I counted and I only have about 60 years or so left but you can put me on the oxygen now. Outside I've been breathing carbon monoxide and exhaling half truths and whole lies Back up, when you come to close I go cross-eyed I floss twice a day I don't know how to cross myself but maybe Jesus Christ could re-explain in a less dramatic way
This poem is called lost because I started in San Jose and end in the same place, but in-between everyday in-between real and fake I'm disoriented
Did you know that eagles fly over rain clouds to be in the sun rays
I'm lost like a needle in a haystack or a beetle in the rain trapped on the third rail of a train track I'm on the third lane of a highway trying to unfold a road map In the storm my compass was thrown back and I don't know anymore, where home's at I'm frantic… in the middle of the Atlantic, trying not panic. Hey look now I'm rhyming in couplets while I stand up and cut this poetic distress this SOS If I knew Morse code I'd tap it to you if I had a beat maybe then I'd rap it to you but god… there are some real waves out here SAVE OUR SHIP
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okay i just had fun with this one. it was a reply to someone else who had an energetic morning and jumped all over her bed and sprayed 40 kagillion sprays of febreez around her room.
and for the record i didn't like the movie jumper that much. still i enjoy idea
rant VIDEO i’m not going to finals
Current mood: pissed off
Category: Writing and Poetry
my youtube readers surprised me alot and i wasn't planning on posting this on myspace. but i discovered that i have some readers that never comment. comments are important cuz.. it lets me know your listening. even if the comment just says.. 'blah i listend to part of it.'
and i think listening to this on video is alot easier than reading it but. for you c i shall sum up my video.
1. i am angry at my job b/c i was told that the play was ending the last day of february when in fact it ends on the first day of march. 2. the last preliminary match is on march first and and i have no way of being at work and at the competition at the same time. 4. the competition that i've been trying to get to for the last 3 years is once again so close but another year away 3. yeah.. thats the premise, the rest of this 6min video is rant
Backwards VIDEO. - myspace original poem
Current mood: ninja
Category: Writing and Poetry
this is a video blog! it only half counts if you just read it (cloda) i feel i can address my readers directly cuz i only have two consistant. phyllis you are very awesome. cloda you are super cool.
i have two of the best readers that i wouldn't trade for anything.
Backwards
I needed to get done a poem to perform at an open microphone, but now Im done I had run fresh out of flows, and could only imagine the end product I began to begin scripting a piece from the last line up.
I was going free verse, full speed in reverse; I burned through the last line first I worked my way uphill, upstream, across balance beams, Balancing on the lines of grammar and vocab Webster taught me
I rehearsed my rebirth with Abraham Lincoln, George Lucas, and Jesus Christ Three men who changed my life God might light the way at night, but the blind are lost in the day time. I lost a lifetime flying past the International Date Line I used all my lifelines too soon and got stuck at the last question
The first question
I wrote my poem backwards back tracking to find the lost words I misplaced when I closed my eyes I let the fourth dimension fast forward by At around 11:59.9 right around closing time end of the line the end of the lime light illuminating this open mic the end of the bread lines that wind around the corners of my bed at night asking for one more bite. The end of the mine The end of mine and the beginning of yours My poem ends in red letters reading let there be light It and it begins tonight Right now
Right now It begins tonight My poem begins in red letters reading let there be light at the end of the mine I'm digging myself out of The bread lines wind down The limelight fades out Ill finish ending this beginning again Closing my eyes and letting the fourth dimension rewind
I dont need life lines to answer the last question I found my life again at the International Date Line where I left it God lights the way at night and the blind use Seeing Eye Dogs 24/7 I rehearsed my rebirth with Abraham Lincoln, George Lucas, and Jesus Christ
see we're all moving backwards started out for real, now everybody's an actor started out well, now people develop cancer started out with the truth now we're looking for answers
I burst through the last line first, full speed in reverse. I scripted my piece from the last line up. I had no clue how to begin but saw the finished product I needed to get done a poem to perform at an open microphone but now I'm just done.
electric
fabulous
confused
pissed off
ninja