Ready to bring it in the fall

So the summer is going great so far becausa I have been writing something at least everyday and even more exitces to get this group piece goin with my fellow poet Binta. We are thinking about a storytellers theme and I am already jotting down ideas! Fall 09 watch out !!! I am also very excited to see my long lost love Darren next week whobisnjn the airforce and I miss him everyday!
Thank you for those who have been reading my blog and adding me on Facebook, glad to know you enjoy my writings !

Writing Session VII. Education

I raised my hand in class
The teacher kept talking, No Child left Behind
What happened to education and not dictation
We are taught to reach for the stars
but the sky is cloudy and that statement
in itself defines a limit
I say reach as far as you dream
and then some
Passion is ambition
and ambition is hope
I hope that our future children can learn to be better than me

Writing Session VI. Ambiguous

Your mask is so ambiguous
I can never tell who you are
and I'm afraid to show you who I am
But I won't turn you into an excuse
as to why I can't open anymore
Just a reason for me being smart

Writing Session V: Euphoric

"Stoop Kid"

His welcome mat read there's no home here
Just four walls that portray one
They were four reasons why he never left the nest
He was just another branch on the family tree he never agreed to grow
And home was just a glimpse of what the outside world would be
So he was content with fighting his nightmares 24/7
on a welcome mat
That stoop cradled his comfort
never birthing courage, his heart never dilated wide enough
And solitary confinement was plenty company for him
So he collected his thoughts in junk food and TV
that was Euphoric enough

Writing Session IV Barbaric

Passion wast the first to go
Losing that camp fire he had inside
that burned like the acid of a bullimic's stomach
where those butterflies died,
He was pathetic
And had a barbaric view of what is was to be man
Because it doesn't stop at bringing home the bacon
And every day I tried to count the times I heard him say he was proud
But I never got to one
Success was just that foreign to him


If only he was a hybrid of man
that way he would be only half as harmful
to my environment, hopefully the other half would just run out of battery
He is the reason for teenage heartbreak
Because the guy I like took the face of his
and my too comfortable brother
He was turning hearts to glaciers and I just wanted to melt it
B/c I'm ready for her to get tired of his games so I can show him what a Woman is
Cause despite what my father was, the only thing I see of him in me
is my amazing ability to get a good tan this summer

Writing Project Session III (Evolution)

MY CULTURE IS ON THE SPRAY PAINTED WALLS YOU CALL VANDALISM
TAGGING MINDS AND PAINTING TRAINS
WE'VE BEEN BOILING THE RECIPE FOR THE MELTING POT TOO LONG
AND NOW THE KITCHEN'S GETTING CROWDED


ETHNIC EVOLUTION IS SLAPPING THE FACES OF RACIST PREJUDICE PRICKS
WHO FROWN AT OUR FOOD THAT LOOKS SOMETHING LIKE A RETRO FASHION PHASE
BIG,COLORFUL,AND JAW DROPPING

THEY SAY IGNORANCE BREEDS FEAR AND AMERICA IS PISSING ITS PANTS
WE HAVE TAKEN THE PLACE OF THE BOOGIE MONSTERS UNDER THEIR BED
THEIR AMERICAN DREAM IS NOW A NIGHTMARE WHEN OUR BILINGUAL TONGUES
ARE AUDIBLE LIKE AN OPERS AND WE ARE MIXING UP THEIR KIDS

FOUNDED AT THE BLOOD VIALS OF OTHERS, NOW OUR MELANIN IS IN THEIRS
THE REASON SEPARATION OF RACES WILL CEASE BY 2050

UNTIL THEN WE WILL KEEP FINGER PAINTING THAT SKY
LEAVING OUR PRINTS FOR THE WORLD TO LOOK UP TO
AND THE EARTH LOOKS BACK AT IT LIKE a PROUD MOTHER
FOR MAKING HER PLANET BEAUTIFUL

Wrting Project 2

Conundrum


All she ever wanted to do was write poetry
Yet she spread her legs like wings
hoping that the heavens were in sight
Thinking that the pen was a cane
because she was crippled from mind down
but wasn't allowed to have a handicapped pass
so she was left to be misunderstood
her face couldn't speak the volumes her poetry did
That's why she never took took off that mask
She had an imagination deeper than pockets
yet sold out every day for that golden silence
A conundrum of perceptions
tried to diagnose her those ill thoughts she kept on a leash
Until the day she took them for a walk
No one was ready.

One of My favorite poems!

I fuckin love these pics! Hellz Bellz is so D0PE. I want to wear this, even though it's Summer...ha

Epidemic

The earth revolves around the sun
yet we deem ourselves invincible of night's predators
Carbon dating self destruction back to the blue prints of poets
who have always existed
because they did more than just exist
Yet we've never done more than just be
And Weak minds are lining up like chromosomes
dividing into nothing and epidemically eroding intelligence
It's spreading like butter on bread
and our youth is mentally dying
They forgot that the earth revolves around the sun
and the moon circles the earth like Saturn rings,
That lunar shadow casts around us,
and every day we walk behind it letting it lead us

So I totally tried to proclaim my love to the guy I spoke about in Airbags and I was totally rejected. This really blows.

I guess his friendship will be enough to suffice his company!
I love it too much =)

I FEEL MY GROWTH

I am growing. I feel it everyday, more and more.
My about me reads, All I want to do is grow in my poetry as much as I have as a person
And for the first time and confident that I am doing just that.
Inspiration is waking me up in the morning
and my book calls me every hour!
Finally what I have been looking for has arrived.
I will admit that I am afraid or shall I say timid
to move to performance, but in the four corners of my room
performance makes me feels good,
next is just getting it out there with no hesitation
and the courage of a lion,
I am Ready!

airbags

This is for you, you don't know who you are but my connection to you has grown.
You're not my typical guy but I think maybe that is why I am falling.
Poetry brought us together, and I fell in love with your voice.
you are proof that what we are looking for is literally right in front of us!
I'm afraid to tell you because our friendship bond has been growing and I actually have no idea if you could ever see me more than a confidant.
I want to be your poem, I want to be the one that inspires a metaphor so great, you call it your hottest line. I said I'm not going to catalyze our collision, but baby my airbags are ready for you...

He makes me want be goo enough and worthy of his space and time
all i want is to be within his space all the time,
I really want to tell you, but you have never given me a sign that you might feel the same way,Gheeeeeeeze!

Patiently Waiting ...

I'm not going to catalyze our collision, I'll just be sure to have airbags
Cause organic meetings now hide behind computer screens, typed keys, and wannabes
I have a fire inside that burns like the acid in a bulimic's stomach where butterflies died

I don't know...

....Have our voices seeping through the cracks of city sidewalks while
illuminating street lights for crosswalks, cause they listen
So step let’s step off this stoop walk into pure bliss
Where poetry is the official language, impress me with similes from your lips
And metaphors from your touch
You’re like blank page to me; I want to carve my poems on you like they do on tree trunks
As we climb our towering minds together, we’ll l be the envy of family trees
Never looking down because this love has taken us to heights before
And our hands have been parachutes catching our fears
I want us to periodically rename stars and
I would call this love intergalactic but stars eventually burn out
And I want a fire that will put hell‘s to shame,
So we shoot our consciousness and beings in and out of existence because people like us don’t exist anymore
Intellectual minds like ours have fallen on deaf ears, that's why we're unheard of
......
Lay down, as I please your thoughts with my hands
each passing finger reading the encrypted brail of your skin
encoding a message only a blind poet can read
unveiling a purity only a sinful poet can taint
Committing every artistic sin like leaving a piece of paper blank, mastering the art of Kamasutra Soothing your senses senseless until it leaves us breathless and the thought of me is forget-less

another working progress ...just the skeleton ....

The day she picked me up from school was the first time I experienced heartbreak in a million pieces, and my sanity in more
I became colorblind, All I could see was damaged rainbow begging for unicorns to exist and tears begging for this day to just be a dream
Hoping that I lost my sight at that moment
It was worse than the I took a blade to the thigh
Hurt more than than the ill thoughts that kept me alive
It was worse than playing house with papi and my older brother
Worse than her drug use
Worse than being homeless
It was the day she picked me up from school
While I was taking my test, he was testing the pain tolerance of her thick skin
Equating the number of times it would take for blood to seem out
And my test was on times tables so I knew that 1 face X 2 hands =2 bodies
3 punches x one cheek = 3 times the pain
1 man x 1 hand x 1 cheeks still = 1
and we all know the first time is really the 10th so why didn't she leave at 1
She was beaten, while i was listening to beats and writing poetry at lunch
When I saw her at 3'0 clock my insides ripped apart
the sky was falling and I wanted was not to breath
My heart was gutted and ripped and gutted and ripped and gutted and ripped ....
I have never laid eyes on woman do helpless
or shall I say an animal so helpless cause I never saw her a woman after that
plus she was beaten like one, like a little Bitch, except silent
and silence spoke poems, read pain, and illustrated a piece of shit
I have never rested my visuals on an animal so helpless
at 11 years young I witnessed a lifetime
She cuffed her palm over her cheek as if blanking a baby bird in it's nest
so gentle and soft
Her vulnerability was pathetic because I used to see her as my warrior
Her blood red lips are as vivid today as strawberries
but her speech impedement from the force
punched tears our my eyes
So when i think of pain I don't think of adolescent heartbreak
I think of my mother
Those thoughts stay on mental layaway, I have yet to buy them out

New Piece about My Papi ...just a preview, not done

Baseball was more than sport
It spelled freedom in capital letters
his travel to the U.S. was visible from left field of Boca Chica, DR
Literally not having a pot to piss in
Papi could play and he had a dream
So he took his Caribbean tan and patched gloved hands
and made it happen
With roots as dark as sugars canes
He had a sweet tooth for trouble
Growing pain and in the midst an undeniable talent
Family was more than a sport
It spelled abandonment in capital letters
And his daughter’s smile was visible from left field of his living room
Literally not having a heart to love
His calling to be a man was an alarm clocking he ignored
pressing snooze every 15 seconds to keep being a child
His body prepared a funeral
His heart was the first to go
next was his ability to know he was dying
his cognitive, Gone
Losing sight of his goals
His savage past made him blind to ethics
my body became a blind man's brail and touch was the only way he could read me
So I took my Caribbean tan and his patched gloved hands as...