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Tuesday, 07 March 2006

Whaddup People!!!? I fell off the map for a while but I'm back.... I think. I've just started classes again; I was on spring break. Spring break was cool. I chilled with alot of my peoples from my poetry group, Art & Soul. Art & Soul peeps and I had lots of fun. Fun isn't completely over now. Now, when I think of the future (next year), I'll most definately miss my homie, the president of Art&Soul, Jon. Jon is a really cool person to be around. Around him one could recieve great joy. Joy was our when we decided to create an epic poem together. Together alone, my fault..... alone together, I chilled with Ki-Ki Sunday, and we relaxed by watching the sun, clouds and water while sitting atop the great heights of the rock quarry. I don't have that much time left to type gotta go, BUT before I do..... I could leave you with one of the pieces I wrote over spring break...... here it goes, untitled as usual. This piece was inspired by "Poets_Rhapsody" (the poem "Live"). The poem "Live" is like one of the best pieces ever made on earth. So you guys should check her out.

(You already know, minimum proofreading done)
Not once did he look at it
The moon vanishes as he lays
He lays
He lays solemnly on the grassy field
And stares at the starry sky
While she draws circles on his chest with her finger
Then she gently grabs his chin and asks,
"Why is it that heros are never recognized until they're dead?"
He gazes back into the evenessent sky,
Running his fingers through her hair he replies,
"Well, ...I guess it's true, you don't realize you have a great thing
until it's gone."
She lays her head next to his
She looks into the starry sky and sighs,
The she says,
Maybe that wouldn't have to happen if--"
She pauses for a moment and says,
"If only people would pay attention, open their eyes and see,
If only people would look,
If only their worth and potential were noticed sooner,
...Perhaps they wouldn't go so soon."
He softly replies, "That maybe true, ...but that's not reality"
She kisses his cheek as he continues to gaze into the sky,
The she vanishes as he lays
He lays
He lays solemnly on the grassy field
Not once did he look at her.

~Peace~

Wednesday, 15 February 2006

Currently Listening To: Myself Read My Life Through Poetry

Hello people!!!! I'm here... the day after Valentine's Day... with the memory of no one to give my big, pulsating, red, candy, heart to..... Oh well, like I said before......

Life is like a box of......... boxes
Each filled with Pandora's boxes
Filled with Pandora's, each holding boxes
And inside ARE MORE PANDORA'S BOXES
....You never know what you're gonna get.
Maybe I'll have better luck next time

Speaking of Valentine's Day...... I was in this Valentine's Day poetry show called Luvapalooza. The piece I recited for it is below. I wrote it right before the show. My piece... I don't think it's bad; I'm just not that fond of it. I guess that what I get for writing it at the last minute. I was in the section of the show, "Material Love" or "Love of Something". Anyways, here it is...

Luvapalooza Piece 2006

Art, will you please be my valentine
I keep your heart in mind
So please take my hand
And place your heart in mine
You're so unique
You can be so simple yet so beautiful
Consider the line
Whether real or implied
Positively or negatively defined, it's beautiful
So I want to make my heart of them
And give it to you
I want to, speak to you through drawing, and make my heart a line
I want to, speak to you through poetry, and make my heart a line
I want to, speak to you through death, and let my heart be a line
Though I'm dying
Since life is beautiful, and beauty is art
I'm resurrected and made alive with the same line
I become a tree that illustrates fruit of immortality and youth from the same vine
And I dream of you at the same time
And when I dream of you
I become the canvas
And you become the artist
And I let you master me
And since my definition of you is masterpiece
Every piece of me that you create is a mater piece
Which leaves this piece praying to Master Peace
To Help my body master peace
So I won't have to mask the peak
...And yeah, I know Art....
It's just a dream...
BUT, in reality
I want to marry you
And as we honeymoon,
I want the soul of the artist and the painting to come together in unity
So close that we uni the "T" in together
So instead of being 2 gether
We're one gethered
Or one gether
Or one gethering
Gathering one feeling
Feeling induced by one movement, I
Eye movement induced by one feeling
Feeling made free as you bask in me
And my colors splash in you
And in the morn, I would greet you with Je ta'ime ma che'rie
While you greet me with Ai shite ru
Art, I love you
So will you please be my valentine

If I had more time to write it perhaps it would've come together better. I dunno.... but anyways. I just had another great day!!!! I Gotta go people!!! See ya!!!

Wednesday, 08 February 2006

Currently Listening To: ...Myself Think...

Another beautiful morning to a great day. Ahhhhhh....... refreshing.... :D :D :D
Yep yep yep.... Another Wednesday... hump day!!!! :D :D :D Everything is great! I'm doing my class work/homework. My time management isn't bad at all. In fact, I even have time to lift. YES! I finally get a chance to get back to the weightroom.

This past Sunday I participated in a cerimony that all males must indulge in every year.... dum dum dum..... the SUPER BOWL!!!! I was over my friend John's house with a few other people from our poetry group. It was a lot of fun watching the game these people. Then we watched the Boondocks and Def Poetry - Season 1.

Speaking of poetry... There is a Valentines day poetry show coming up. This Valentines show will have many categories of love to write about and be placed in, such as Fresh love, old love, God's love, love of friends, love of parents, love of something, anti-love, bitter love, etc. I know I'll be able to write something for this show no problem. BUT, currently... I don't feel like writing. It's not that I can't write anything or that I don't want to or that I'm unable to be inspired. I just don't want to write any more love poems at this moment in time, but love poems keep poping up in my head. Ahhhhhh!!!!! Well, I guess that is a good thing. ......GREAT DAY!!!!

On the other hand, things don't seem up for some people I know. Sunshine seems a little dim. I really don't know what's wrong and why she feels so down/sad/upset/discouraged/bad/etc. I'm praying that her situations/problems/hardships/troubles work out. She's a really good friend and I really care about her feelings/her state of mind/her temperament/her disposition/her well being/ her... I love her. Please keep my friend in prayer as I do as well.

~One Luv~

Saturday, 04 February 2006

Currently Listening To: ....My Computer's Fans....

Yes, here I am.... on another Saturday night... in my room.... alone. Another weekend where I don't want to go to another skool basketball game. I don't have a car. You know, I haven't went to the movies in quite some time.... BUT.... you know what, it's Ok.... BECAUSE.... Today was a great day.

I sung just about all day. It was great. I went church, then I ate, then I sung all the way up until choir rehearsal.... and actually, I was singing here in my room for quite some time too, but my throat starting hurting so I stopped. I think my range may have increased. I'm most definately sure it has increased since last year. When I listened myself recorded, I sound A LOT better than the last time. Though, I still refuse to let anyone here me sing for real though.

This is usual. I normally write poetry ALL of the time, but this time I don't really have anything that I've written recently to share. .......Well, actually....... yes do. BUT... I don't want to type any of those. They're all my black history pieces, and I've looked at them SO MANY TIMES.

I think the reason I haven't been writting multiple pieces per day is probably because I've been hung up on doing my piece for the black history show and memorizing it and all (I had written my black history piece like three times over before the show date). Well, now that --that's finished, I feel more free. Perhaps I'll pick up my normal pace of writing again.

Well, goodnight; don't let the bed bugs bite.

~One Luv~