Ode to The Sonnet King(s)
October 1, 2009
ok…Bare with me…
I wrote some of this in class, not FOR class, just in class…
The premise is simple, I’ve written (am writing) two Sonnets…
One based on Petrarch’s rhyme scheme and one based on Shakespeare…
The topic owes its inspiration to one of my favorite’s from The Beatles
it’d be cool if someone could guess what it is:-)
ok I’m not the greatest writer but I just felt like doing this most of my poems aren’t structured well so this took some participation ha
Sonnet 1-A
Fallen Skin to take my spirit along with it
But only if with age your offer fades
As locks turn gray lonely my tear wades
From your refusal to catch, alone it will sit
No longer will that wound be fresh from the bugs bit
But will all evidence evade from that scar made
Should I see this love loss as a debt that’s been paid
Paid off in tears that lay deep in my stomach’s pit
In the end I will to see
Fallen from grace your youth and all
But I’ll remember the scar forever
Turn grey believe my heart will never
I’ll remember those locks and catch them once they fall
My love won’t suffer because of what is to be
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Sonnet 1-B
Destined to grow old and wither away
But I wonder will you keep me company
Old maybe stale my love will stay
But could you say the same to a withered me
Seasons change but my affection stands still
I would hope your feelings the same
Unless as age fades so does your will
I’ll miss that strength that yet has came
Alas your decrepit love that resembles my face
Only reflects on its feeble standing
I’ll accept it with age and take it with grace
Eventually escaping my adoration branding
As soon that eye no more possesses my twinkle
So to will you in my eyes start to wrinkle
|Conscious|Conclusion|
June 28, 2009
Wrote this in the midst of class, faded on brain power, and failing at emotional stability, thus…
My ears have three…
The Bad
Remember sudden tragedy so you can breath a new existence into being afraid of living. Forget your courage and submit to your fears, dependency will recluse copies of a foreseen fail of you, don’t be a stranger to regret…
The Good
Remember the joy that’s brought back mortal souls from a painless death. Create visions of utopia for the life of you future, and congratulate the past for creating your change. Involve the world in your love and understand why we all are one…
The Truth
Remember the walk to your finish line as the painful and beautiful journey it’s been. Escape your illusions of despair and fall victim to fulfillment of ambition. We are who we aren’t, because we can choose to be it all. Don’t forget to learn the lesson of every fall…
What More Can I Say?
June 7, 2009
I just found this unpublished draft sitting in my draft section, and it only contained a Picture and a title saying “what more can I say” I don’t remember making that the title, but I do remember I was going to write a review on one of my favorite artist of all time, but now that I look back on it I’m going to stick with the title, what more?
some references for the lookers
One of my Favorite pac songs
another
this is one of those song I just vibe with for long periods of time a “me against the world” mood get this o.d.(most Pac songs are like that for me) lol
I remember when I first heard this song, I was young and this was just that song that I’d play when my highs were the highest and my lows were the lowest, as I stared at the world through my rearview
I could do this all year lol but I’m getting into a deep ‘pac Mode, I’m going to go rummage through my cds, and put juice on the screen…
NOW I remember why I gave it that title, can’t believe I forgot, I LOVE this song “it’s ain’t nothing like the oldschool” talk about cosigning EVERYTHING I love this song “that the old school to me” I’m a 90s kid and I can still relate to the old school feel this song brings up I can’t describe in a billion words how dope this song is
now really…
there is more that I can say…
But I’ll leave it to the birds :)
Who are you to tell me?
May 27, 2009
Is it important to define everything
As if definite understanding is discovered by a species of beings |ill|capable of understanding they know nothing?How does your evidence of truth out rule my evidence of creativity? Why can’t I redefine a word if redefining my existence has become an everyday occurrence?
Life as we know it is a mystery that’s been solved, the conclusion:We Don’t K|no|w. So with evidence of no evidence of you existing outside of my dreams you are as real to me as these words, this opinion, correction: This Apple. Since my existence is sculptural so is my dictionary. My apple is my opinion |I’m a PC| Webster is behind…I can’t be caught up to(o).
I’m bored it’s 11 in the am, and this was a conversation between me, myself and ?EYE decided to jump in and let my fingers in on it as well, that’s how it ended up here :)
Rhetoric|ulous|?| “IDEEKAY” |You Tell Me…|
May 13, 2009
Gettin’ lite cuz my heads been headed for the guillotine BEHEADED…
A case of insanity…they say I’m insane…
Cuz my mental images are unframed…
They lack borders to keep them from falling outside of the box…
Borderline suicidal thoughts… of creativity
Juxtaposed by my (ill)phrenic fingers, holding on to (ill)existing walls in attempts to hold back (ME)…
But I’ll cremate myself before they bury me…my thoughts (I mean)…
because what’s the point of living if I can’t think?
Veganism doesn’t appeal to me… plus I’m way too fruity to aspire to a vegetated state…
Thus Thou Relate? or am I really that crazy?
Are my illusions so rabbit that a muzzle is needed?
Should I continue to allow these prophetic perceptions of…anything go untreated?
Medicated therapy compresses thought…
PROVOKING the opposite of change…
Now THAT’S insane…so maybe I’m ok…at least…according to my reasoning…
Do you think I’m crazy (too)?
It’s Been Thought
March 13, 2009
He said I couldn’t be as great as him…
She said I couldn’t be as smart as her…
They said I couldn’t change the world like them…
but I say I can be a greater, smarter, world changing ME than they combined could ever be…
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Unwritten scrolls of the future haunt me in my sleep
Abruptly I wake up dripping in thoughts
nervously shaking, mumbling expressions of subsequent time
I have to catch my breath and adapt back to the present
Cooling Down
I’m slowing catching my breath, but with every inhale of oxygen follows an exhale of memory
Those scrolls are slowing burning away and I’m knowingly feeding the flames…
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My memories fade and I’m left to wonder
What?
When?
Why?
My mind’s in line for the answer but I ticket says “1000″
“Number 5 next!”
It had to have been important, I remember tales of my future…or was it fables of my past?
written centuries ago by someone farther up the bloodline, passing down the forgotten to me for future reference
Or…A glimpse at my future ascendancy to failure
I’m not saying I’m doomed to fail but it’s definitely an option…
Trumpet-Re:View
March 10, 2009
Disclaimer:I came across this book unexpectedly about 6 months ago. I didn’t start reading it until about 2 months ago, and I’m what you’d call a book hopper. I’ve currently hopping between about 5 books right now, and I have yet to finish this book. So this is my review on what I’ve read so far, and just my overall opinion of the idea of the story.
Trumpet: A novel
|Summary|
This book has a plot unique to any other I’ve read before. It’s about A famous trumpet player named Joss Moody, and the story starts off with his death. Throughout the story you’re taken into the minds of those close to him in both life and death. What makes this such an interesting story is the secret that he kept from all but his wife, which is only revealed after his passing. Joss Moody was originally born Josephine Moore, A Woman.
|My Thoughts|
I love the idea of this book, as I earlier stated, I have never came across a book like this. It cultivates a vivid picture of his life through the memories of his friends and family. The author (Jackie Kay) does a great job at presenting the divers perspectives of some of the people affected by the unknown truth of his past. I feel for his widow, Millicent Moody, who was forced the burden of her husbands secret. She wasn’t given any time for mourning, and was suffering from the loss of her husband and the disloyalty of her son. Although, I can understand how her son, Coleman Moody, could feel betrayed or resent them for keeping such consequential information from him his entire life. The relationship between the two of them is one of the main things that captivated me the most about this story, Even during the flashbacks they seem to lack a mutual connection and I think the unveiling of Joss Moody brought that to light.
Concluding, So far I find the to be an excellent read and I recommend that everyone take it in for themselves. A great book for anyone interested in lgbtq (mostly focusing on the “T”) literature, but it should definitely not be limited to anyone. I applaud Jackie Kay for creating such an intriguing story, and I look forward to finishing this book and exploring her other work in the future. So for all you book readers check it out. These are just my opinions of the book (rather what I’ve read so far), and if you’ve read or are reading this book I’d love to know what you think about it.
so…yeah…
Peace
Dear Elusie (Your Neglector)
March 8, 2009
I”ve refuse to admit abandonment, but I will agree to neglect…
I have been focused on myself so much that I’ve neglected absorbing myself into your…
I know I promise that I’ll keep you in touch…but…
I have NOT abandoned you, I’ve just had a lot of issues going on in my life…
My lack of post/contact has nothing to do with you…
It’s not that I’ve bored of filling you UP (in)
I’ve just been…busy
I won’t promise you more of me, but I will make an effort to visit you more…
and talk (into) you more…
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…|Style of the FREE variety|…
Fictions. Facts. my lines blurred a long time ago
Fiction holds more TRUTH than fact, because there are no lies…fictions is what it is…unreal
as with fact…lies can creep into “creditable” details when edited by a homo (sinner) sapient
Made up stories never lie to me…
That’s why I tell you I’m fiction, everything about me is made from a creator who’s mind imagines wonders far beyond fables of magic beans and candy land
I’m unreal, and that’s what makes me so true
I’m creations as are you…
Mhmmmmm.
Side note…. it’s 9:11 a.m…March 08 2009… I haven’t slept since 4.00 a.m. March 07 2009…
Insomnia….(Narcolepsy kicks in…NOW) a bunch of random thoughts put together with out much thought of order…just raw goodness for all you lucky stumblers who happen across these unsettles words that once brewed in the belly of my brains :)
peace


