Okay, so I am doing a follow-up of my first poem, Word War I. It's not finished but comments will definitely help. Enjoy!
Hiroshima hazard wastelands
engulf united minds as swift
as war was declared yet again
corrupted intentions sign
martial law to these once promising
frames of minds
Media vultures are circling again.
They smell fresh minds to corrupt
as our youth look at the TV, wide eyed
and innocent, to pictures of false grandeur;
to the objectification for emasculation
resulting in cultural masturbation
on old and open lacerations upon
history as dark as our skin color
Get the money
fuck the hoes
save that love shit
for another day
'cause these drugs ain't
gon' sell themselves
on the corner
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give you this feeling
This...constant feeling of disappointment
of pressing red Staples buttons
Any suggestions or comments will be gratefully accepted.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
New Years Cleansing
A friend of mine suggested that I bear my soul to you all in the spirit of a new year/decade. So I will continue to do just that. I think that writing down everything that has been going on in my life has really helped me deal with some things.
I can't even believe that it has been so long since I last posted a blog! I assure you, I have been so busy that I really haven't had time to really think until recently. Well schools out on break, thank goodness. Because my teachers felt the need to have my finals spanning two weeks instead of one, I really didn't get a lot of sleep from that time until the weekend after. That weekend I saw my cousin graduate from Prairie View A&M with his bachelor's in electrical engineering (proud of you homie!). Seeing him graduate put me in a reflective mood. Once again, I didn't pass my senior review, so I won't graduate this spring, which really has driven me to questions some things about the curriculum in the program. I mean, how can anybody else really judge your art and say it's not worthy of recognition? nobody except maybe God. I believe that the only rule to art there should would be to follow your heart and trust your instincts, because then that pen, pencil, brush, charcoal, or whatever medium you use touches that paper or canvas, that's all that matters. Follow your instincts, think with your head, and let your heart guide your hand.
Well this Christmas marked the first official Christmas without my dad. I must, say it was awkward at first because every year he would get up and bang on everybody's door to wake us up. Then he would make a a speech about how we have to be grateful that we were blessed with a Christmas because there are so many people more unfortunate than us. But this year was a bitter one because of my parents divorce. My dad is trying to get half of my mom's hard earned money because he is too lazy to get out and find a job of his own. My mom earned that money herself and was saving up for a time when things might turn. like now since she was laid off from her job and hasn't been able to find work as of late. It just irks me that my dad leaves and he didn't have any money to him and is now living with his brother because it's easy and cheap (aka free), and he expects so much for doing so little. Why can he not look past his own reflection and think about others for a change? I guess when you stop caring it's hard to start again. I know that feeling all too well.
But in the spirit on the new year, this marks a new path for me, one that I won't look back on because I know in my heart that the decisions I have made are the right ones. And even if they were the wrong ones, I will still take it in stride because that that's you're supposed to do when life throws a curve ball at you.
Aiight! That's it for this edition of "Skech My Dreams". Happy New Year! Until next time - Keep your creativity close, let your imagination run, live for the moment, and always have fun.
I can't even believe that it has been so long since I last posted a blog! I assure you, I have been so busy that I really haven't had time to really think until recently. Well schools out on break, thank goodness. Because my teachers felt the need to have my finals spanning two weeks instead of one, I really didn't get a lot of sleep from that time until the weekend after. That weekend I saw my cousin graduate from Prairie View A&M with his bachelor's in electrical engineering (proud of you homie!). Seeing him graduate put me in a reflective mood. Once again, I didn't pass my senior review, so I won't graduate this spring, which really has driven me to questions some things about the curriculum in the program. I mean, how can anybody else really judge your art and say it's not worthy of recognition? nobody except maybe God. I believe that the only rule to art there should would be to follow your heart and trust your instincts, because then that pen, pencil, brush, charcoal, or whatever medium you use touches that paper or canvas, that's all that matters. Follow your instincts, think with your head, and let your heart guide your hand.
Well this Christmas marked the first official Christmas without my dad. I must, say it was awkward at first because every year he would get up and bang on everybody's door to wake us up. Then he would make a a speech about how we have to be grateful that we were blessed with a Christmas because there are so many people more unfortunate than us. But this year was a bitter one because of my parents divorce. My dad is trying to get half of my mom's hard earned money because he is too lazy to get out and find a job of his own. My mom earned that money herself and was saving up for a time when things might turn. like now since she was laid off from her job and hasn't been able to find work as of late. It just irks me that my dad leaves and he didn't have any money to him and is now living with his brother because it's easy and cheap (aka free), and he expects so much for doing so little. Why can he not look past his own reflection and think about others for a change? I guess when you stop caring it's hard to start again. I know that feeling all too well.
But in the spirit on the new year, this marks a new path for me, one that I won't look back on because I know in my heart that the decisions I have made are the right ones. And even if they were the wrong ones, I will still take it in stride because that that's you're supposed to do when life throws a curve ball at you.
Aiight! That's it for this edition of "Skech My Dreams". Happy New Year! Until next time - Keep your creativity close, let your imagination run, live for the moment, and always have fun.
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