"You just might get what you wish for...." - Many people around the world
So, I decided to lay low for awhile and take a step back from things to work on my things. With that said, I look at all that I have accomplished in this little bit of time and to see where I'm at.... well:
Half of the album is complete
The book needs work
My knees are going to shit
My body is back to where it should be
Pork is not on the menu anymore
I smile at alot still
School starts in spring
and bitch ass niggas are still, well, bitch ass niggas.
To start, I would like to say Merry Christmas to all, and to those who don't celebrate, enjoy the day off.
To end, just know that in the 08' I can only hope for 5 good things:
1. My Pats go all the way, and further address to the rest of the world that NO ONE is fucking with New England.
2. Uncle Sam kisses rather than kicks my ass in taxes this year.
3. The album complete, and with hope sells out where sold.
4. We get shit right with voting this time around.
5. People understanding who they really are so the rest of us can move on with our fucking lives.
That includes you, Mr. Bush, Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Whitney Houston, Bobby Brown, Britney Spears, Joe "I am really a rapist bitch nigga" from MD, Harpo from the Color Purple, and Darius from Family Matters (heard you and Superhead back together and married...dummy).
yeah I'm talking to you. get at me if you need to. I'm ready for anything.
Two guns up bitches.
I'm out.
SoD
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
P.T.S.D (Post Thanksgiving Special Delivery)
"Remind me again not to ever piss you off..." - Angel/CoWorker
1:40 second round TKO by punches. No submissions. Used a full mount and had to eat a right before coming down with the rain. It lasted a good 20 seconds before he gave up and dropped his hands. Once he ate a good left and some elbows it was over. There was blood, but it wasn't mine. Fair to say though he took me down twice. Not hard enough because I instantly locked that ass in guard and worked from there. I had the first round and the second was mine as well. Job done, party over.
So, what have we learned from all of this? Some still and will knuckle up to squash a beef. Most muhfuckas these days shoot first, but I'm not a muhfucka now am I? Before some of yall go and look for some way to shoot down what just happened, lemme remind yall one thing:
I never said I was against unity and the spirit of brotherhood and all that. I never said I was part of any cycle that's killing black men off the face of the earth.
What I said was I have a beef with a former friend, and because of this he and I both chose to fight to settle it. Not some in the streets shit either, somewhere controlled so one doesn't have to grieve over the other. No one gets a call home saying that their man ain't coming. Being almost 30 you learn to overcome and overlook alot of shit. Everyday? I don't think so, even in my young years.
Now it's over, and it's back to reality. Whether we can have a beer and watch football is beyond me. Yet there's a big part of me that's been trying to move on, and now I can.
Hope turkey day was aight for yall, I worked and yeah I was there 15 hours. (You care? Save me a plate)
I'm out
The SoD
1:40 second round TKO by punches. No submissions. Used a full mount and had to eat a right before coming down with the rain. It lasted a good 20 seconds before he gave up and dropped his hands. Once he ate a good left and some elbows it was over. There was blood, but it wasn't mine. Fair to say though he took me down twice. Not hard enough because I instantly locked that ass in guard and worked from there. I had the first round and the second was mine as well. Job done, party over.
So, what have we learned from all of this? Some still and will knuckle up to squash a beef. Most muhfuckas these days shoot first, but I'm not a muhfucka now am I? Before some of yall go and look for some way to shoot down what just happened, lemme remind yall one thing:
I never said I was against unity and the spirit of brotherhood and all that. I never said I was part of any cycle that's killing black men off the face of the earth.
What I said was I have a beef with a former friend, and because of this he and I both chose to fight to settle it. Not some in the streets shit either, somewhere controlled so one doesn't have to grieve over the other. No one gets a call home saying that their man ain't coming. Being almost 30 you learn to overcome and overlook alot of shit. Everyday? I don't think so, even in my young years.
Now it's over, and it's back to reality. Whether we can have a beer and watch football is beyond me. Yet there's a big part of me that's been trying to move on, and now I can.
Hope turkey day was aight for yall, I worked and yeah I was there 15 hours. (You care? Save me a plate)
I'm out
The SoD
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Beefcake
"Muhfuckas done took the day off to see this shit...." - J*Surin (MMA Fighter/CoWorker)
You would think that the week of thanksgiving is all about football and shit. Not in the 07' though. Know this, on Tuesday, The SoD and H20 got some shit to settle and I'm well prepared on my side. I took the time I had off to work on my striking and high kicks. (Thanks to someone I have opened my hips quite a bit since last you dig?) I could already kick, but not high and controlled. I was put through the wringer trying to get it right. Now that I did, someone just might catch a CroCop unexpectedly. I did say I was looking to knockout instead of submit so maybe it just might happen. On the other hand, my ground game is vicious so no worries there. I just hope I don't get caught, last thing I need is to be on the receiving end of a good right. It's reality that it just might happen, but the Capricorn in me stays confident that I'll win.
Good always overcomes evil.
My Pats still running shit, and my Celtics are not that far behind. Seeing that BC is number 17 hopefully they wake up. Not their fault though as the BCS is like the worst ranking system in all sports. With only two losses, it sucks that they are overshadowed by teams who don't even have a strong conference yet are in the top 5. Funny what a couple of losses will do to you. Just know that we are going for the Championship next week, and no disrespect to my people's in VA, but we gon' fuck yall up.
The book is almost done (yay) and to the people constantly asking for a shout out and shit go head'. I can't put everyone in there that helped inspire me simply because there's too many. I can however say that there just might be a poem dedicated to each and every person I know that has been there for me through this whole process. From my first poem and on. Alot of yall is special to me, don't let this book be your way of figuring out how special you are. You dig?
This Friday its Club Charisma in Hartford, day after Thanksgiving. Big up B*Child for hosting LoveJones Cafe this past Wednesday. I see you are doing it big and I have your book which is fire I must say. It's gon' be something to slam with you. Can't wait to get it on. Speaking of which, we should get together for a duet on the CD. I can see us doing Field's Finest ala BIG and Hov. We'll see though, time will tell.
T*Baby, ain't no falling off, shit is tighter that buttcheeks on a hot day, nothing but straight crack.
K*, take your time and do you....it don't matter if you write in years, we here and not going anywhere. Besides, any of these fucks stopping life just to look and not talk are lost in the sauce anyway. You know the lurks be out there, fuck em, and us if you have to. Sheeeeit, you got big thangs goin' hate it or love it, the matrix is what you make of it dig me???
On that note I'm out.
3:25 in the first round....KO (by high kick :D )
The SoD
You would think that the week of thanksgiving is all about football and shit. Not in the 07' though. Know this, on Tuesday, The SoD and H20 got some shit to settle and I'm well prepared on my side. I took the time I had off to work on my striking and high kicks. (Thanks to someone I have opened my hips quite a bit since last you dig?) I could already kick, but not high and controlled. I was put through the wringer trying to get it right. Now that I did, someone just might catch a CroCop unexpectedly. I did say I was looking to knockout instead of submit so maybe it just might happen. On the other hand, my ground game is vicious so no worries there. I just hope I don't get caught, last thing I need is to be on the receiving end of a good right. It's reality that it just might happen, but the Capricorn in me stays confident that I'll win.
Good always overcomes evil.
My Pats still running shit, and my Celtics are not that far behind. Seeing that BC is number 17 hopefully they wake up. Not their fault though as the BCS is like the worst ranking system in all sports. With only two losses, it sucks that they are overshadowed by teams who don't even have a strong conference yet are in the top 5. Funny what a couple of losses will do to you. Just know that we are going for the Championship next week, and no disrespect to my people's in VA, but we gon' fuck yall up.
The book is almost done (yay) and to the people constantly asking for a shout out and shit go head'. I can't put everyone in there that helped inspire me simply because there's too many. I can however say that there just might be a poem dedicated to each and every person I know that has been there for me through this whole process. From my first poem and on. Alot of yall is special to me, don't let this book be your way of figuring out how special you are. You dig?
This Friday its Club Charisma in Hartford, day after Thanksgiving. Big up B*Child for hosting LoveJones Cafe this past Wednesday. I see you are doing it big and I have your book which is fire I must say. It's gon' be something to slam with you. Can't wait to get it on. Speaking of which, we should get together for a duet on the CD. I can see us doing Field's Finest ala BIG and Hov. We'll see though, time will tell.
T*Baby, ain't no falling off, shit is tighter that buttcheeks on a hot day, nothing but straight crack.
K*, take your time and do you....it don't matter if you write in years, we here and not going anywhere. Besides, any of these fucks stopping life just to look and not talk are lost in the sauce anyway. You know the lurks be out there, fuck em, and us if you have to. Sheeeeit, you got big thangs goin' hate it or love it, the matrix is what you make of it dig me???
On that note I'm out.
3:25 in the first round....KO (by high kick :D )
The SoD
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Twins....Deep Cover 2007
"....you know its' goin down when you get here..." - Smokey Smurf
Someone done went and fucked up the church's money. You damn right, my sister from VA done found me, and yeah we talked last night. Only a prelude of things to come and more posts for that ass. Know this though, when we link up, its normally curtains for the opposition. We two peas in a pod and when you have a combo like us coming to your town, house, or block, just know to hide the kids....this ain't no G rated shit here.
We done been through it, but in the end we always knew how to link up when shit hit the fan. This time she looked for me and found me via myspace. Yeah the shit is good for something I guess...nah, let me stop. I'm promoting my poetry through it and well it's working out for the most part.
On another note my Pats are still undefeated, Boston College with one loss, Celtics undefeated, and well you already know about the Sox. Nuff said and moving on.
It looks like I got some stops to make going down south....yall better have something on my tank!!! Nah, kidding, can't wait, it's on once again.
Aight, gotta run, it's raining and I'm going puddle jumping.
I'm out
The SoD
Someone done went and fucked up the church's money. You damn right, my sister from VA done found me, and yeah we talked last night. Only a prelude of things to come and more posts for that ass. Know this though, when we link up, its normally curtains for the opposition. We two peas in a pod and when you have a combo like us coming to your town, house, or block, just know to hide the kids....this ain't no G rated shit here.
We done been through it, but in the end we always knew how to link up when shit hit the fan. This time she looked for me and found me via myspace. Yeah the shit is good for something I guess...nah, let me stop. I'm promoting my poetry through it and well it's working out for the most part.
On another note my Pats are still undefeated, Boston College with one loss, Celtics undefeated, and well you already know about the Sox. Nuff said and moving on.
It looks like I got some stops to make going down south....yall better have something on my tank!!! Nah, kidding, can't wait, it's on once again.
Aight, gotta run, it's raining and I'm going puddle jumping.
I'm out
The SoD
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Bridge Over Troubled Water....
"When he comes back, yall already know what the deal is...." - My Supervisor
Fuck you pay me....no really fuck you pay me. I don't know how many times I gotta say it but damn, it's the truth ain't it? I'm so sick of the back and forth about the parameters and intangibles about the place in which I work. I come and do my job, those kids got love for me and trust me with their lives. I make it happen for them as if they were mine, take me away from the equation and there is hell up in harlem. Now that I have 3 weeks to think and pursue other projects, I wonder how the fort is holding up. I got a call yesterday that confirmed everything.
"You ready to come back?"
"Why?"
"Cause the kids aren't doing anything until you get here"
"What do you mean?"
"They all are on strike and won't do shit, except eat and play gameboy's, they aren't talking to the staff on your end of the week except Diesel"
"Oh shit for real? Oh, well what you want me to do, go on speaker and address them all?"
"No, you don't have to do that, but it would be helpful for them to hear your voice"
"Then I should be on the clock"
"Good point"
"Nah, it is the point, they knew what they were doing, they broke it, let them fix it."
"You're pissed aren't you?"
"No, disgusted. Can't wait to come back, but still disgusted with the place."
"You got the spot when you get here, I already told the Number 2 that when you come back there's gonna be some issues."
"You don't have to do shit, I'll handle whatever comes, all you do is sit back and watch."
"I see"
"No, you will see soon enough"
and that's that. Fuck you pay me, enough said.
My crew is reaching out from all over, and you know what? It's about to be back on again. I wonder after all this time how much we have grown, and learned. I know I learned alot, both good and bad. It's the way of the world. I still am me for those asking and yeah it's still all good. First stop is the bean to check the second family of mine and then it's down south to make it happen with D*Unit (my sister). All before my b-day and yeah yall, I can't wait for that either.....who cares if it's a month and change away.
We all can dream can't we?
Hey Tbaby* you betta still be celebrating.....
I'm out yall be cool
The SoD
Fuck you pay me....no really fuck you pay me. I don't know how many times I gotta say it but damn, it's the truth ain't it? I'm so sick of the back and forth about the parameters and intangibles about the place in which I work. I come and do my job, those kids got love for me and trust me with their lives. I make it happen for them as if they were mine, take me away from the equation and there is hell up in harlem. Now that I have 3 weeks to think and pursue other projects, I wonder how the fort is holding up. I got a call yesterday that confirmed everything.
"You ready to come back?"
"Why?"
"Cause the kids aren't doing anything until you get here"
"What do you mean?"
"They all are on strike and won't do shit, except eat and play gameboy's, they aren't talking to the staff on your end of the week except Diesel"
"Oh shit for real? Oh, well what you want me to do, go on speaker and address them all?"
"No, you don't have to do that, but it would be helpful for them to hear your voice"
"Then I should be on the clock"
"Good point"
"Nah, it is the point, they knew what they were doing, they broke it, let them fix it."
"You're pissed aren't you?"
"No, disgusted. Can't wait to come back, but still disgusted with the place."
"You got the spot when you get here, I already told the Number 2 that when you come back there's gonna be some issues."
"You don't have to do shit, I'll handle whatever comes, all you do is sit back and watch."
"I see"
"No, you will see soon enough"
and that's that. Fuck you pay me, enough said.
My crew is reaching out from all over, and you know what? It's about to be back on again. I wonder after all this time how much we have grown, and learned. I know I learned alot, both good and bad. It's the way of the world. I still am me for those asking and yeah it's still all good. First stop is the bean to check the second family of mine and then it's down south to make it happen with D*Unit (my sister). All before my b-day and yeah yall, I can't wait for that either.....who cares if it's a month and change away.
We all can dream can't we?
Hey Tbaby* you betta still be celebrating.....
I'm out yall be cool
The SoD
Monday, October 29, 2007
N.E. Heartbreak (Hey they from here too!)
"You know ain't no Yankee fan watching Sportscenter right now" - The SoD
My Sox won....I'm done gloating about it now.
My Pats are undefeated....get used to it bitches.
My Boston College Eagles are soaring undefeated....another thing to get used to bitches.
The Celtics are the team to beat in the East.....unless Kobe comes to Chicago and fuck up the previous line.
any takers that New England isn't about just fucking New York? Good to go. I am not hating on NY, just know that I been a bit tired of cats putting MA and NY together like buttcheeks on a hot day. If I say I'm from up north, don't assume I'm from NY (Unless I'm copping some trees and my accent gives the thought that Im not to be fucked with...stuff that fucking bag please.) because chances are I will correct you and tell you I'm from Mass. I will not be too thrilled if you automatically place me in Boston and call it a day. I don't think anyone from Brooklyn would take it lightly if you said "oh the Bronx? everyone is from there." Nah jack, I'm from the West side of MA, and yeah with us being so close to NY, our accents tend to cross over a bit.
I will not pull my license out to prove shit to you, unless you either a cop or a fucking barrell of a gun (even that second one might still bring hesitation on the info). So get used to it. That's for my peoples in VA.
Today is T*Baby's b-day. I wish you the best and many more, what are you like 21 now? You can finally drink and actually get arrested for public drunkeness. That's what's up. If you are up to it, I can show you how to boost and steal car radios with nothing more than a paperclip and a rubber band. Either way, don't just celebrate today, take the whole week. You earned it, and you deserve it.
I'm out yall be cool
The SoD
My Sox won....I'm done gloating about it now.
My Pats are undefeated....get used to it bitches.
My Boston College Eagles are soaring undefeated....another thing to get used to bitches.
The Celtics are the team to beat in the East.....unless Kobe comes to Chicago and fuck up the previous line.
any takers that New England isn't about just fucking New York? Good to go. I am not hating on NY, just know that I been a bit tired of cats putting MA and NY together like buttcheeks on a hot day. If I say I'm from up north, don't assume I'm from NY (Unless I'm copping some trees and my accent gives the thought that Im not to be fucked with...stuff that fucking bag please.) because chances are I will correct you and tell you I'm from Mass. I will not be too thrilled if you automatically place me in Boston and call it a day. I don't think anyone from Brooklyn would take it lightly if you said "oh the Bronx? everyone is from there." Nah jack, I'm from the West side of MA, and yeah with us being so close to NY, our accents tend to cross over a bit.
I will not pull my license out to prove shit to you, unless you either a cop or a fucking barrell of a gun (even that second one might still bring hesitation on the info). So get used to it. That's for my peoples in VA.
Today is T*Baby's b-day. I wish you the best and many more, what are you like 21 now? You can finally drink and actually get arrested for public drunkeness. That's what's up. If you are up to it, I can show you how to boost and steal car radios with nothing more than a paperclip and a rubber band. Either way, don't just celebrate today, take the whole week. You earned it, and you deserve it.
I'm out yall be cool
The SoD
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The SoD vs. H2O (Finally)
"AWWWWWWWWW youuuuuuuuuuu muthaaaaaaaaa fuckaaaaaaaaa....you shot me in the ass!!!" - Alonzo (Training Day)
So now I have some time on my hands. Not voluntarily but more like a mini vacation at the job. Well needed but not wanted. I find myself blogging and writing poems out the ass. Just know that I'm not bringing shit to the mike get me? Although I am happy that I can create more, I am not too good with not getting paid awhile. Just fucking ridiculous.
I got into a fight over the weekend...nothing too big or small, just enough to make my damn hand hurt a few days. Damn younguns trying to be all tough at a damn red light. It's not like I didn't pull off on him, it was the whole follow until you stop deal that pushed me over the edge. I ain't calling no cops to say I'm being chased by some overzealous 18 year old with no hair on his nuts. Still yet though, I wonder if his eye socket really is cracked. Someone should've told him that high kicks don't work in the street unless they are well timed and it's broad daylight. After all, when you miss, you miss big....and well he got a front row seat to the show. Just wasn't awake long enough to watch it.
With that said, I received a text from my man Jean who is training in MMA and has an Octogon in his gym...word at the job is that someone whom I have a beef with wants to settle our differences there. 5 rounds 5 minutes. (Standard UFC title rules). On some real shit. I'm up to it. Been wanting to square up and settle shit with this guy on the street, yet it's here where I am somewhat disciplined. It is here that I know how to fight more with my head than my strength and quickness because there are rules and a ref. With all of the bullshit aside, I would have muhfuckas pay money to see this. Especially the ones at work, because they know that there is alot of tension there and what better way to release it than this.
I have to train, back to the dungeon and the program. I ain't gonna lose, no way. I am going to fight though, and yeah, I want to end this shit in one round due to knockout. I love submissions, I LOVE THEM. Yet, my left is fucking sick and I know he don't know how good I can strike. Can't wait bitch. Set it up and I'm gonna knock him down. Fuck it.
I got one month and alot of shit to settle. Get your fucking datebook ready. Someone's not coming to work the next day.
TBaby* you think I could get some of that blue stuff to settle the stomach as I work out? I tried to find it at the Grocery store but to no avail. I would like to use it for training, long as it don't clean out my colon. I eat too jacked up for even more shit to complicate shit. Dig me? Oh yeah, last week was off the chain, I didn't forget what we talked about and it rides with me to this day. For real.
I'll end it here. Gotta go train. King Kong ain't got nothin' on me.
The SoD
So now I have some time on my hands. Not voluntarily but more like a mini vacation at the job. Well needed but not wanted. I find myself blogging and writing poems out the ass. Just know that I'm not bringing shit to the mike get me? Although I am happy that I can create more, I am not too good with not getting paid awhile. Just fucking ridiculous.
I got into a fight over the weekend...nothing too big or small, just enough to make my damn hand hurt a few days. Damn younguns trying to be all tough at a damn red light. It's not like I didn't pull off on him, it was the whole follow until you stop deal that pushed me over the edge. I ain't calling no cops to say I'm being chased by some overzealous 18 year old with no hair on his nuts. Still yet though, I wonder if his eye socket really is cracked. Someone should've told him that high kicks don't work in the street unless they are well timed and it's broad daylight. After all, when you miss, you miss big....and well he got a front row seat to the show. Just wasn't awake long enough to watch it.
With that said, I received a text from my man Jean who is training in MMA and has an Octogon in his gym...word at the job is that someone whom I have a beef with wants to settle our differences there. 5 rounds 5 minutes. (Standard UFC title rules). On some real shit. I'm up to it. Been wanting to square up and settle shit with this guy on the street, yet it's here where I am somewhat disciplined. It is here that I know how to fight more with my head than my strength and quickness because there are rules and a ref. With all of the bullshit aside, I would have muhfuckas pay money to see this. Especially the ones at work, because they know that there is alot of tension there and what better way to release it than this.
I have to train, back to the dungeon and the program. I ain't gonna lose, no way. I am going to fight though, and yeah, I want to end this shit in one round due to knockout. I love submissions, I LOVE THEM. Yet, my left is fucking sick and I know he don't know how good I can strike. Can't wait bitch. Set it up and I'm gonna knock him down. Fuck it.
I got one month and alot of shit to settle. Get your fucking datebook ready. Someone's not coming to work the next day.
TBaby* you think I could get some of that blue stuff to settle the stomach as I work out? I tried to find it at the Grocery store but to no avail. I would like to use it for training, long as it don't clean out my colon. I eat too jacked up for even more shit to complicate shit. Dig me? Oh yeah, last week was off the chain, I didn't forget what we talked about and it rides with me to this day. For real.
I'll end it here. Gotta go train. King Kong ain't got nothin' on me.
The SoD
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I'm All In
"Say what you want, I'm not going anywhere muhfucka' " - The SoD
So what we down 3-1 to the Indians, it's fine, we've been there before and came back....oh what was that? My bad, we were down 3-0 and came back and won 4-3. That was against the Stankees. Never forget that. Don't matter how many rings yall got, still it's the worst loss ever.
Anyway, people talking man, and I'm not listening right now. I done took it to another level and I'm leaving some on theirs. I have realized that I'm on a plane now and when you rise above other cats trying to weigh you down, you realize how small they are. Fucking ants, my feet are too big to step around you, so excuse me if I take away the sun amongst other things.
Besides that, the Field done opened up another open mic spot at Geraldene's on Sunday, now I got something to do beside's football. My homegirl BChild* got it on lock and yeah I will be there to support, no doubt. It's good to see that the 413 is coming back with the Poetry, maybe we can lock a real spot down and have our own once again.
Organix Soul coming soon, more poetry to write and memorize (I'm on it K*) and yeah, CD coming....til then
you see the quote, and whether you read me or not, you know who you are...
The SoD
So what we down 3-1 to the Indians, it's fine, we've been there before and came back....oh what was that? My bad, we were down 3-0 and came back and won 4-3. That was against the Stankees. Never forget that. Don't matter how many rings yall got, still it's the worst loss ever.
Anyway, people talking man, and I'm not listening right now. I done took it to another level and I'm leaving some on theirs. I have realized that I'm on a plane now and when you rise above other cats trying to weigh you down, you realize how small they are. Fucking ants, my feet are too big to step around you, so excuse me if I take away the sun amongst other things.
Besides that, the Field done opened up another open mic spot at Geraldene's on Sunday, now I got something to do beside's football. My homegirl BChild* got it on lock and yeah I will be there to support, no doubt. It's good to see that the 413 is coming back with the Poetry, maybe we can lock a real spot down and have our own once again.
Organix Soul coming soon, more poetry to write and memorize (I'm on it K*) and yeah, CD coming....til then
you see the quote, and whether you read me or not, you know who you are...
The SoD
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Round and Round We Go....
"Una volta il dolore è andato, lei non può sentire niente ma meglio" - The SoD
Still learning, still writing, still reciting. The SoD is doing rather well. Went to Love Jones and tore it down. No stories post performance cause there ain't none. Just know 3 and go, did my thing and bounced. Traffic on 91 coming home was a bitch and the rain didn't help. After realizing that my car had cold air (having 4 cars without can do that to you) I just chilled out and listened to some music. I actually started to pen a poem as I was in my car, only to get home and finish it.
The job had a roundtable discussion on shit that people was unhappy about. When I came in, I sat 45 minutes before the VPrez asked "I understand that some came in without saying anything, if you have something you wish to address, then please speak."
"Ok" I said. "I don't understand the roundtable thing, I mean if we are talking in circles, aren't we going to end up where we started anyway?"
I walked out after that. So did a good 15 others. Shit I don't care, it's what happens when you spoon feed me some shit, I don't need to eat, and I have every right to not give you a reason why. Just know I'm not buying it.
Done narrowed it down to two places for the b-day and sorry Jamaica, you lose this year. My Sox will sweep again and win the world series. My Pats will stay undefeated til mid November. The Celtics......we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Big up to my bfriend in Philly for holding me down, free cd copy for you. Tell your g'ma 10 bucks for her though, I can only do so much :)
Hey T* don't let me find out you done lost your mojo...
I'm out
The SoD
Still learning, still writing, still reciting. The SoD is doing rather well. Went to Love Jones and tore it down. No stories post performance cause there ain't none. Just know 3 and go, did my thing and bounced. Traffic on 91 coming home was a bitch and the rain didn't help. After realizing that my car had cold air (having 4 cars without can do that to you) I just chilled out and listened to some music. I actually started to pen a poem as I was in my car, only to get home and finish it.
The job had a roundtable discussion on shit that people was unhappy about. When I came in, I sat 45 minutes before the VPrez asked "I understand that some came in without saying anything, if you have something you wish to address, then please speak."
"Ok" I said. "I don't understand the roundtable thing, I mean if we are talking in circles, aren't we going to end up where we started anyway?"
I walked out after that. So did a good 15 others. Shit I don't care, it's what happens when you spoon feed me some shit, I don't need to eat, and I have every right to not give you a reason why. Just know I'm not buying it.
Done narrowed it down to two places for the b-day and sorry Jamaica, you lose this year. My Sox will sweep again and win the world series. My Pats will stay undefeated til mid November. The Celtics......we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Big up to my bfriend in Philly for holding me down, free cd copy for you. Tell your g'ma 10 bucks for her though, I can only do so much :)
Hey T* don't let me find out you done lost your mojo...
I'm out
The SoD
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Lyrical Art (itis)
"I'm nobody's casanova, I leave as I came...alone" - The SoD
Hit up Charisma on friday night. Wanted to stay the whole night but I was drained by the live band that was killing all of us with the ol school jazz. They were pretty stingy with their stage time and wanted all of us to start during intermission so the open mic didn't start for like 2 hours. I actually found myself texting like crazy to friends that were asking me about what was going on. 2 drinks and maybe about 5 burgers later, I was totally on 'itis' mode. I was on a couch talking to Concious and damn near fell asleep.
When the band finally took that break, it was on. My man D. Moss came thru and became the honorary host. He forgot his piece which was ok seeing that he's so well known on the poetry circut up this way. He did his thing though as the next one he sped through. After this, the sign up list was torn up and we were picked by random to perform. I actually went second as I told folks that I couldn't stay because of work. (I was just tired man). I performed this piece I wrote called "Inside A Mirror" and stole it for awhile. Pushed wigs back and took my seat with ease. With drink number 3, another poet by the name of JSun came over to my table and gave me props for killing it with my piece. From what I understand, my man D is known for his love poetry. Me on the other hand, although I can write and perform love based poems, that's not what I'm all about.
"I noticed yall don't ever come or leave with anybody, yet yall spit to the ladies...."
"I think I'm here to spit poetry, not pick up pussy."
"That's good, but damn you should hear the ladies talk after yall perform, you two got these women thinking about what Springfield has to offer yo, for real."
"Well... tell them to get at me when I finish my real estate class."
"Shit dude, well neither one of yall got rings on and got the crowd buzzin', they already talking bout' Love Jones on Monday."
"Damn"
"You bringing the heat?"
"I'll be there."
"Aight then. It's on."
My man JSun done let me know that I been pegged. Due to the fact that I don't want to make this post seem like the lost scrolls I won't go into the rest of the convo, but it took some convincing and a 16 bar freestyle that let him know I'm not about making lyrical love to folks. Don't get me wrong, my work starts at the heart, then works its way to my mind which then hits the paper and not before long either read or memorized for the masses. Love is something I am extremely passionate about so yeah, I write about it alot. There's also awareness, come uppance, story telling, cause and effect, and a good amount of topics and visuals that I let loose. I'm nobody's casanova, I leave as I came to all of my events....alone.
So I have Love Jones tonight. 3 pieces, and yeah after listening last time, I realize that ALL poets spit love pieces at this venue. So yeah J, I will be bringing the heat. D said he'll be there and to bring my hottest joints as he wanted to have a silent battle between me and him. In the spirit of friendly competition it would be nice. Yet I don't know how we would determine who did what better. Oh well, I'm there to spit so that's what I'm gonna do.
On another note...my prediction on the Sox has rang true, the Stankees are on the ropes (bye bye tonight) and the Pats are undefeated. Take that.
My fam from Cali is coming thru this weekend, awwwwwwwww shit.
Guilty Pleasure: It's always sunny in Philadelphia
Hey K* my car has the option of going manual and freaking it like a stick, you know the kid had it up to 135 coming home right?
felt like 80 though.
I'm out, gotta slow down.
The SoD
Hit up Charisma on friday night. Wanted to stay the whole night but I was drained by the live band that was killing all of us with the ol school jazz. They were pretty stingy with their stage time and wanted all of us to start during intermission so the open mic didn't start for like 2 hours. I actually found myself texting like crazy to friends that were asking me about what was going on. 2 drinks and maybe about 5 burgers later, I was totally on 'itis' mode. I was on a couch talking to Concious and damn near fell asleep.
When the band finally took that break, it was on. My man D. Moss came thru and became the honorary host. He forgot his piece which was ok seeing that he's so well known on the poetry circut up this way. He did his thing though as the next one he sped through. After this, the sign up list was torn up and we were picked by random to perform. I actually went second as I told folks that I couldn't stay because of work. (I was just tired man). I performed this piece I wrote called "Inside A Mirror" and stole it for awhile. Pushed wigs back and took my seat with ease. With drink number 3, another poet by the name of JSun came over to my table and gave me props for killing it with my piece. From what I understand, my man D is known for his love poetry. Me on the other hand, although I can write and perform love based poems, that's not what I'm all about.
"I noticed yall don't ever come or leave with anybody, yet yall spit to the ladies...."
"I think I'm here to spit poetry, not pick up pussy."
"That's good, but damn you should hear the ladies talk after yall perform, you two got these women thinking about what Springfield has to offer yo, for real."
"Well... tell them to get at me when I finish my real estate class."
"Shit dude, well neither one of yall got rings on and got the crowd buzzin', they already talking bout' Love Jones on Monday."
"Damn"
"You bringing the heat?"
"I'll be there."
"Aight then. It's on."
My man JSun done let me know that I been pegged. Due to the fact that I don't want to make this post seem like the lost scrolls I won't go into the rest of the convo, but it took some convincing and a 16 bar freestyle that let him know I'm not about making lyrical love to folks. Don't get me wrong, my work starts at the heart, then works its way to my mind which then hits the paper and not before long either read or memorized for the masses. Love is something I am extremely passionate about so yeah, I write about it alot. There's also awareness, come uppance, story telling, cause and effect, and a good amount of topics and visuals that I let loose. I'm nobody's casanova, I leave as I came to all of my events....alone.
So I have Love Jones tonight. 3 pieces, and yeah after listening last time, I realize that ALL poets spit love pieces at this venue. So yeah J, I will be bringing the heat. D said he'll be there and to bring my hottest joints as he wanted to have a silent battle between me and him. In the spirit of friendly competition it would be nice. Yet I don't know how we would determine who did what better. Oh well, I'm there to spit so that's what I'm gonna do.
On another note...my prediction on the Sox has rang true, the Stankees are on the ropes (bye bye tonight) and the Pats are undefeated. Take that.
My fam from Cali is coming thru this weekend, awwwwwwwww shit.
Guilty Pleasure: It's always sunny in Philadelphia
Hey K* my car has the option of going manual and freaking it like a stick, you know the kid had it up to 135 coming home right?
felt like 80 though.
I'm out, gotta slow down.
The SoD
Monday, October 1, 2007
If Only You Knew
"Shit coming together like buttcheeks." - The SoD
Bought a car over the weekend. You damn right, the one I wanted and the color I dig. True indeed, I can say with a foot like mine, highway road trips will be done in 45 minutes to an hour anywhere within a 500 mile radius. I'm happy.
My bo-sox took the division like I thought. There's only one thing left to do, have the stankees finish what the Mets started in NY. Punks.
Greg Oden out for a year with knee problems...welcome to the club, take a seat by the ortho surgeon and the light duty liason for me. Thanks.
The phone is back in order, thank God. If anything, I was gonna run over SOMEBODY'S game boy if that shit wasn't fixed soon. Bad ass kids.
Big up The Jena 6...we with you over at BSide. Trust.
Shout out Hope Solo
Pats like I thought...
I'm out
The SoD
Bought a car over the weekend. You damn right, the one I wanted and the color I dig. True indeed, I can say with a foot like mine, highway road trips will be done in 45 minutes to an hour anywhere within a 500 mile radius. I'm happy.
My bo-sox took the division like I thought. There's only one thing left to do, have the stankees finish what the Mets started in NY. Punks.
Greg Oden out for a year with knee problems...welcome to the club, take a seat by the ortho surgeon and the light duty liason for me. Thanks.
The phone is back in order, thank God. If anything, I was gonna run over SOMEBODY'S game boy if that shit wasn't fixed soon. Bad ass kids.
Big up The Jena 6...we with you over at BSide. Trust.
Shout out Hope Solo
Pats like I thought...
I'm out
The SoD
Thursday, September 27, 2007
As We Proceed.....
"...cause shit can get ugly like a Master P sneaker...." - Lloyd Banks
Ok, so I quoted GUnit, but on Biggie's track, no harm no foul. I still don't like em' yet the line above speaks volumes you dig? It's back on stage again, today and tomorrow, I rock the spot in CT once again. I have yet to put things up on my myspace due to content and well, can't give yall too much, what can I leave for my book? I actually sat in the barber shop and cats were asking me about the performances and stuff. Once I let them know I have a CD in the works, I was given the green light to sell in the shop. Much love to Exclusive's on State St. I'll have something for yall soon. Can't wait......then again I can, don't want to rush a project, being a Capricorn, I thrive on making things right, so with that said be easy.....(insert quote above here)
Took some time to plan a trip for my birthday, yeah if you been up on my shit you know with the exception of 04' and 05' I had the most shittiest birthday's for like 9 years straight. I WILL NOT turn 30 here, by any means necessary. So that time while yall are still celebrating Kwanzaa, I'll be either in Negril or Belize doing it right (without Bentley holding the umbrella).
On another note, I will be going back to school in the late fall, yeah, gotta expand the knowledge on a greater plane. With the overtime and school, and the writing, plus performing, the kid is hella busy. Especially when I'm doing everything by myself, the mad scientist is really making use of what I was blessed with. Only time will tell if it all pays off.
I smile so much now, once you let go of shit, you really get this overwhelming feeling that things are ok. It becomes alot easier to breathe...and yes I'm loving the air.
I guess you can say now that things are back to normal. Except with the added changes in the scenery, still yet the leaves are wonderful to look at. I hope to take a drive on the Pike and observe what Mama Nature has in store for us. For me. I can only thank God that I live here to see all of it.
That's one good thing I have to say about my surroundings in the 413.
My Red Sox will take the division. The Yankees will lose first round. Nuff said. You want it, put your grizzlies up. Make sure your wagers are rightous.
The SoD
Ok, so I quoted GUnit, but on Biggie's track, no harm no foul. I still don't like em' yet the line above speaks volumes you dig? It's back on stage again, today and tomorrow, I rock the spot in CT once again. I have yet to put things up on my myspace due to content and well, can't give yall too much, what can I leave for my book? I actually sat in the barber shop and cats were asking me about the performances and stuff. Once I let them know I have a CD in the works, I was given the green light to sell in the shop. Much love to Exclusive's on State St. I'll have something for yall soon. Can't wait......then again I can, don't want to rush a project, being a Capricorn, I thrive on making things right, so with that said be easy.....(insert quote above here)
Took some time to plan a trip for my birthday, yeah if you been up on my shit you know with the exception of 04' and 05' I had the most shittiest birthday's for like 9 years straight. I WILL NOT turn 30 here, by any means necessary. So that time while yall are still celebrating Kwanzaa, I'll be either in Negril or Belize doing it right (without Bentley holding the umbrella).
On another note, I will be going back to school in the late fall, yeah, gotta expand the knowledge on a greater plane. With the overtime and school, and the writing, plus performing, the kid is hella busy. Especially when I'm doing everything by myself, the mad scientist is really making use of what I was blessed with. Only time will tell if it all pays off.
I smile so much now, once you let go of shit, you really get this overwhelming feeling that things are ok. It becomes alot easier to breathe...and yes I'm loving the air.
I guess you can say now that things are back to normal. Except with the added changes in the scenery, still yet the leaves are wonderful to look at. I hope to take a drive on the Pike and observe what Mama Nature has in store for us. For me. I can only thank God that I live here to see all of it.
That's one good thing I have to say about my surroundings in the 413.
My Red Sox will take the division. The Yankees will lose first round. Nuff said. You want it, put your grizzlies up. Make sure your wagers are rightous.
The SoD
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
The Comeback Party....
"Heard your knee is better, when's the comeback party?" - Wayno
Nah kid, ain't no comeback's this trip.
I can't say i'm retired, but I know coming back this year isn't the thing for me. I know that there are summer days still left in september but really I ain't thinking about the court. I rather hit the stage and kill em there. It's more fun and I don't have to worry about limping back to the car either. Speaking of which, can't go without mentioning that I'm back on stage this Friday, and yeah, it's going down in Hartford once again.
I'm also in the studio now touching up some beats for the CD. I still haven't got a name for it yet, but I'm working on it. My myspace account will be updated soon and there will be more to see as far as up and coming projects. Keep in mind all of this and I'm still writing a book and a play. I need to renovate the lab, although I'm relocating, I'm just not at ease in a cluttered area. Which is why I bring a pen and pad to work, at least I can escape into my world when the kids are busy you dig?
It's been on for awhile, and some things around me I'm not sure of, yet it's the accomplishment of it all that satisfies me. With everything happening, it's a blast to know that I'm a ticking time-bomb of ideas, and with my season underway, its even better that they are coming together.
Got a call last night that blew me away, yet, it's these calls I was afraid of. Don't want to make an impulse decision on something that I'm not ready for, we'll see in due time...
Shout out to T* you've been a great help in this here, and I can only hope you get where you need to go, fuck BState.
For those trying to reach me, my cell phone is broken in two pieces and the replacement will come on Thursday....fucking kids....
My thugged out teddy bear I'm looking for sometime soon.....
The SoD
Nah kid, ain't no comeback's this trip.
I can't say i'm retired, but I know coming back this year isn't the thing for me. I know that there are summer days still left in september but really I ain't thinking about the court. I rather hit the stage and kill em there. It's more fun and I don't have to worry about limping back to the car either. Speaking of which, can't go without mentioning that I'm back on stage this Friday, and yeah, it's going down in Hartford once again.
I'm also in the studio now touching up some beats for the CD. I still haven't got a name for it yet, but I'm working on it. My myspace account will be updated soon and there will be more to see as far as up and coming projects. Keep in mind all of this and I'm still writing a book and a play. I need to renovate the lab, although I'm relocating, I'm just not at ease in a cluttered area. Which is why I bring a pen and pad to work, at least I can escape into my world when the kids are busy you dig?
It's been on for awhile, and some things around me I'm not sure of, yet it's the accomplishment of it all that satisfies me. With everything happening, it's a blast to know that I'm a ticking time-bomb of ideas, and with my season underway, its even better that they are coming together.
Got a call last night that blew me away, yet, it's these calls I was afraid of. Don't want to make an impulse decision on something that I'm not ready for, we'll see in due time...
Shout out to T* you've been a great help in this here, and I can only hope you get where you need to go, fuck BState.
For those trying to reach me, my cell phone is broken in two pieces and the replacement will come on Thursday....fucking kids....
My thugged out teddy bear I'm looking for sometime soon.....
The SoD
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Week Off...
"Football with Uncle P* is the shit...." - Noodlz
I can't perform this week. Shit. Today is the 1 year anniversary for me at the job. Shit. I got a play to write by December with music. Shit. All flags fly at half mast today. Shit. It's raining outside....
what more can happen?
I am utilizing my time to create sunlight through all of this rain. Woke up with tap dance sounds on my trap door asking me to come out and get wet. I chose to stay inside and finish this poem I'm working on. With 15 hours to work tomorrow, I got nothing but time on my hands now. I'm scared to go outside because I fear my car is on it's 28th mile with like 4 to go before I run out of gas. Every move I make is a crucial one. The rain doesn't help but I make my way easy.
I'm too used to things here.
I got a call from a friend who is interested in seeing me perform in RI. I haven't been there in awhile, but seeing that I'm alot better I can make it out there again. I got so used to being closer to home, I forget where I started. I will be there, just let me take care of some things.
I'm still moving closer to independance. The credit check is still up in the air. (God I hate those) It's like waiting for a ride to be serviced while you are on it. The anticipation is killing me whether or not I get it, but I can only hope they hit me back with good news. I been drooling over this place for months and yes it suits me just fine. High ceilings, brick type walls and space is what I need to proceed. Long as I have my room for a pole and a stage. I can always practice before I preach dig it???
Noodlz came back and he gave me a call to lemme know how things went. Good to know that he came back. He says Amsterdam is the truth and if it wasn't for his wife, he would've been there the whole time. Shit, I gotta go...but not for what he talking about. I rather perform, and THEN hit the hot spots. He no longer gets on me about certain things which is cool, yet he is still Noodlz. We joked on about everything, but got real serious when we talked about the Stankees sweeping us earlier this month.
"You saw dat shit? Fucking Yank me bitches, who the fuck they think they are huh?"
"Noodlz, calm down man, we got em earlier this year."
"So da fuck what? I'll shove Jeter's fucking head in a dryer and fix his fucking face, hate that fuck you know?"
"Yeah, maybe when they come here, we can pop him one from the stands"
"Heeeeeeeey....that's not a bad fucking idea, maybe even get that GayRod too."
(Fish eye look at the phone) "Uh.....slow down man, too much Vino during dinner man."
"You tryin' to fucking disrespect me? You fuck? Fugghedaboutit"
"Yeah fugghedaboutit indeed"
"Fuck you"
"Hey fuck you"
"You coming to dinner with the family Sunday?"
"Is that a request?"
"Shit yeah, football with Uncle P* is the shit"
"It's on."
and like that, we cool. I gotta give it to my man, he's full of laughs, yet when he's serious, you gotta stop him...potential for some shit to go down is like 90%.
Anyway, I'm chillin. Today, I show love to all New Yorkers who either was born, raised, and lived in the state. Even the ones I don't like, you all are in my thoughts on this day.
Including the Yankees.
I'm out
The SoD
I can't perform this week. Shit. Today is the 1 year anniversary for me at the job. Shit. I got a play to write by December with music. Shit. All flags fly at half mast today. Shit. It's raining outside....
what more can happen?
I am utilizing my time to create sunlight through all of this rain. Woke up with tap dance sounds on my trap door asking me to come out and get wet. I chose to stay inside and finish this poem I'm working on. With 15 hours to work tomorrow, I got nothing but time on my hands now. I'm scared to go outside because I fear my car is on it's 28th mile with like 4 to go before I run out of gas. Every move I make is a crucial one. The rain doesn't help but I make my way easy.
I'm too used to things here.
I got a call from a friend who is interested in seeing me perform in RI. I haven't been there in awhile, but seeing that I'm alot better I can make it out there again. I got so used to being closer to home, I forget where I started. I will be there, just let me take care of some things.
I'm still moving closer to independance. The credit check is still up in the air. (God I hate those) It's like waiting for a ride to be serviced while you are on it. The anticipation is killing me whether or not I get it, but I can only hope they hit me back with good news. I been drooling over this place for months and yes it suits me just fine. High ceilings, brick type walls and space is what I need to proceed. Long as I have my room for a pole and a stage. I can always practice before I preach dig it???
Noodlz came back and he gave me a call to lemme know how things went. Good to know that he came back. He says Amsterdam is the truth and if it wasn't for his wife, he would've been there the whole time. Shit, I gotta go...but not for what he talking about. I rather perform, and THEN hit the hot spots. He no longer gets on me about certain things which is cool, yet he is still Noodlz. We joked on about everything, but got real serious when we talked about the Stankees sweeping us earlier this month.
"You saw dat shit? Fucking Yank me bitches, who the fuck they think they are huh?"
"Noodlz, calm down man, we got em earlier this year."
"So da fuck what? I'll shove Jeter's fucking head in a dryer and fix his fucking face, hate that fuck you know?"
"Yeah, maybe when they come here, we can pop him one from the stands"
"Heeeeeeeey....that's not a bad fucking idea, maybe even get that GayRod too."
(Fish eye look at the phone) "Uh.....slow down man, too much Vino during dinner man."
"You tryin' to fucking disrespect me? You fuck? Fugghedaboutit"
"Yeah fugghedaboutit indeed"
"Fuck you"
"Hey fuck you"
"You coming to dinner with the family Sunday?"
"Is that a request?"
"Shit yeah, football with Uncle P* is the shit"
"It's on."
and like that, we cool. I gotta give it to my man, he's full of laughs, yet when he's serious, you gotta stop him...potential for some shit to go down is like 90%.
Anyway, I'm chillin. Today, I show love to all New Yorkers who either was born, raised, and lived in the state. Even the ones I don't like, you all are in my thoughts on this day.
Including the Yankees.
I'm out
The SoD
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Over the Hump(Day)
"I had to...if you only knew what was inside of me at this very moment..." -The SoD
The Love Jones Open Mic was pretty ill on Wednesday. The ladies took over as the ratio was about 8:1 on the benefit of the ladies. I took notice that no other poets that I met were there. I was on my own this time. I wrote a poem called "I Wish" but it needed revision so I told myself that I'll put that to the side and give them a taste of "Sweet Observation". I had remembered that poem considering that it was the one that had the most impact on the last crowd. I also thought about coming home and writing more material. Don't want to give them the same thing twice unless I been in the game for awhile. Can't bore them, can't keep repeating myself. As a rapper in my young days, I had this thing where I said:
I spit my game mean but some say I'm too nice/only a rewind of the tape can get the same shit twice.....
I was 11 when I wrote that, but anyway I know that what I do is just a let-go of emotions. I just also know that I'm not one to be pegged when I get on stage. The Angry Poet, The Bitter Poet, The fallen rapper...that's just not me. I am a man filled with all different types of emotions. When I get on stage, there is so much I want to give the people in those 3 to 5 minutes. I want to leave a piece of me on that stage before I leave. I was asked why is it that I always look down at the floor when I'm done with my poems. "I had to....if you only knew what was inside of me at that very moment" is all I can say. What I know, they can't know. I have to save something for myself.
I think I've been successful. I left the stage with people asking for that poem. I have to remember to bring copies. I also have to remember to bring someone with a recorder to make sure I can be heard on my myspace account. Yeah I have one, but it's poetry...all poetry. Come there for some bullshit and it's a locked door looking at you. Show love and the door is open all day.
No drinks this time. I left the stage with an applause and a couple of ladies asked where mine was. I pointed to my chest where my heart was and they looked a bit taken back cause I had no words. Just smiled and pointed. One even asked where my ring was. After saying I wasn't married, she asked where I would be next. "I don't know, this isn't a regular thing for me yet." I said back. "Well I hope you make it regular, you're pretty talented and I want to know what you think of my version of "Sweet Observation". I smiled and my cell phone rang (thank God) it was my boy Fire Element showing me love. He said that he wants to come next time, I told him to bring the recorder, I need some help.
It's on next Wednesday. My man C* just got married and he'll be featuring in Bridgeport. I will be there to show my love and drop a bit on it as well. I won't be alone this time, and the 413 is gonna be in the building. Yay.
My man wanted me to invest in a studio that will produce my cd. I don't know about yall, but anything more than a G, I want some Diddy type shit. I gotta find a low key cat that is trying to come up. It would be hot that he got me to help him and him to help me. Who knows? We might blow together.
Speaking of which, its Friday. I been on the patch since Wednesday. I have to say, it actually works. Just feels weird sometimes. Back on the program, and another step closer to independant living, I'm flying high.
The war's over, and you know what? Life is cool. Right now though it's all about me, life is full of ups and downs, and with the smoke clear and me standing, I'm not standing still. I'm moving foward. Can't wait to do so much....I'm 100% now, and the one thing keeping me from what I want to do is me.
So with that said. I'm no longer on light duty. It's back to the lab. Back to creating.
"Per me, per l'amore, per la vita."
The SoD
The Love Jones Open Mic was pretty ill on Wednesday. The ladies took over as the ratio was about 8:1 on the benefit of the ladies. I took notice that no other poets that I met were there. I was on my own this time. I wrote a poem called "I Wish" but it needed revision so I told myself that I'll put that to the side and give them a taste of "Sweet Observation". I had remembered that poem considering that it was the one that had the most impact on the last crowd. I also thought about coming home and writing more material. Don't want to give them the same thing twice unless I been in the game for awhile. Can't bore them, can't keep repeating myself. As a rapper in my young days, I had this thing where I said:
I spit my game mean but some say I'm too nice/only a rewind of the tape can get the same shit twice.....
I was 11 when I wrote that, but anyway I know that what I do is just a let-go of emotions. I just also know that I'm not one to be pegged when I get on stage. The Angry Poet, The Bitter Poet, The fallen rapper...that's just not me. I am a man filled with all different types of emotions. When I get on stage, there is so much I want to give the people in those 3 to 5 minutes. I want to leave a piece of me on that stage before I leave. I was asked why is it that I always look down at the floor when I'm done with my poems. "I had to....if you only knew what was inside of me at that very moment" is all I can say. What I know, they can't know. I have to save something for myself.
I think I've been successful. I left the stage with people asking for that poem. I have to remember to bring copies. I also have to remember to bring someone with a recorder to make sure I can be heard on my myspace account. Yeah I have one, but it's poetry...all poetry. Come there for some bullshit and it's a locked door looking at you. Show love and the door is open all day.
No drinks this time. I left the stage with an applause and a couple of ladies asked where mine was. I pointed to my chest where my heart was and they looked a bit taken back cause I had no words. Just smiled and pointed. One even asked where my ring was. After saying I wasn't married, she asked where I would be next. "I don't know, this isn't a regular thing for me yet." I said back. "Well I hope you make it regular, you're pretty talented and I want to know what you think of my version of "Sweet Observation". I smiled and my cell phone rang (thank God) it was my boy Fire Element showing me love. He said that he wants to come next time, I told him to bring the recorder, I need some help.
It's on next Wednesday. My man C* just got married and he'll be featuring in Bridgeport. I will be there to show my love and drop a bit on it as well. I won't be alone this time, and the 413 is gonna be in the building. Yay.
My man wanted me to invest in a studio that will produce my cd. I don't know about yall, but anything more than a G, I want some Diddy type shit. I gotta find a low key cat that is trying to come up. It would be hot that he got me to help him and him to help me. Who knows? We might blow together.
Speaking of which, its Friday. I been on the patch since Wednesday. I have to say, it actually works. Just feels weird sometimes. Back on the program, and another step closer to independant living, I'm flying high.
The war's over, and you know what? Life is cool. Right now though it's all about me, life is full of ups and downs, and with the smoke clear and me standing, I'm not standing still. I'm moving foward. Can't wait to do so much....I'm 100% now, and the one thing keeping me from what I want to do is me.
So with that said. I'm no longer on light duty. It's back to the lab. Back to creating.
"Per me, per l'amore, per la vita."
The SoD
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Monday Night Raw
“....Guess que lo está en ahora....” - The Sod
Once again I rode solo. I thought about alot on the way this time. I looked at my phone and noticed that I had a missed call and pulled over to check it. I had no time to call it back. Sign ups were at 730 and I got on the highway at around 710. I checked my pocket for my work and realized that I wasn't reading this time. I was reciting. I went over my piece line for line as I turned down Sam Cooke singing something about Cupid. I wanted to shoot his ass myself, my heart wasn't on point.
When I got there, I took a pass on the BEz drink and instead settled for a bottled water. I went outside and noticed the good luck and have fun on my message screen. I closed my eyes and imagined myself looking at the stage and seeing this person, I did that on the regular just to take the edge off. Made it feel like I was only talking to one person instead of a crowd. My vision was rocked though because all I kept seeing was a chair with no one in it. I couldn't focus, I had too much going on. I thought about taking my name off of the list. Instead I made my way back inside. Mind Evolution took the stage and killed it. I figured as much seeing that it was her spot. I noticed though none of the other cats I met at the last spot were there. I listened to Plus1, Stylez, and Emcee Eternal rock for awhile and a woman named Grace showed us just how amazing she was when she rolled an el while she did a poem on the dangers of smoking weed. Funny as hell.
When it was my turn to rock I was introduced with "Reunited" by the Wu Tang Clan. As I approached the mic, the violin in the song sent a shock through me, this warm rush flowed through me and the poem was in big letters in my head. I nodded hard to the shit... I took the mic and closed my eyes....
...the little big man is not a gangsta......
and when I opened them, there was the chair and there was someone in it this time. I read the words in my head and lost myself in the motion of the delivery. I gave them every inch of myself and didn't care. The energy was crazy going through it. By the end, I was catching claps and I still had 5 lines left. I finished with a pretty good applause. ME* came up and said I am gonna feature soon enough, sent me a text from Concious who told me he was sorry he couldn't be there. Invited me to the Poetz Realm on the 12th to get down. All the way in Bridgeport??? Sheeeit, that's a hike, but the BluNote made it to the Bean so I guess I could. First though, it's the Love Jones Cafe on this Wednesday....maybe I should bring the adult content this trip who knows?
So the month is pretty boo--wait, almost forgot have visit with doctor on thursday. With the swelling down and the pop and lock not there I just might earn myself a discharge, considering I don't really need a cane no more we'll see. After all it is the 2nd opinion and that's the last, I just keep my faith with it and move.
guess it's on now...
The SoD
Once again I rode solo. I thought about alot on the way this time. I looked at my phone and noticed that I had a missed call and pulled over to check it. I had no time to call it back. Sign ups were at 730 and I got on the highway at around 710. I checked my pocket for my work and realized that I wasn't reading this time. I was reciting. I went over my piece line for line as I turned down Sam Cooke singing something about Cupid. I wanted to shoot his ass myself, my heart wasn't on point.
When I got there, I took a pass on the BEz drink and instead settled for a bottled water. I went outside and noticed the good luck and have fun on my message screen. I closed my eyes and imagined myself looking at the stage and seeing this person, I did that on the regular just to take the edge off. Made it feel like I was only talking to one person instead of a crowd. My vision was rocked though because all I kept seeing was a chair with no one in it. I couldn't focus, I had too much going on. I thought about taking my name off of the list. Instead I made my way back inside. Mind Evolution took the stage and killed it. I figured as much seeing that it was her spot. I noticed though none of the other cats I met at the last spot were there. I listened to Plus1, Stylez, and Emcee Eternal rock for awhile and a woman named Grace showed us just how amazing she was when she rolled an el while she did a poem on the dangers of smoking weed. Funny as hell.
When it was my turn to rock I was introduced with "Reunited" by the Wu Tang Clan. As I approached the mic, the violin in the song sent a shock through me, this warm rush flowed through me and the poem was in big letters in my head. I nodded hard to the shit... I took the mic and closed my eyes....
...the little big man is not a gangsta......
and when I opened them, there was the chair and there was someone in it this time. I read the words in my head and lost myself in the motion of the delivery. I gave them every inch of myself and didn't care. The energy was crazy going through it. By the end, I was catching claps and I still had 5 lines left. I finished with a pretty good applause. ME* came up and said I am gonna feature soon enough, sent me a text from Concious who told me he was sorry he couldn't be there. Invited me to the Poetz Realm on the 12th to get down. All the way in Bridgeport??? Sheeeit, that's a hike, but the BluNote made it to the Bean so I guess I could. First though, it's the Love Jones Cafe on this Wednesday....maybe I should bring the adult content this trip who knows?
So the month is pretty boo--wait, almost forgot have visit with doctor on thursday. With the swelling down and the pop and lock not there I just might earn myself a discharge, considering I don't really need a cane no more we'll see. After all it is the 2nd opinion and that's the last, I just keep my faith with it and move.
guess it's on now...
The SoD
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Friday Night Lights......
"Just let it go...." - The Inner Thought Process...
I pulled in to Coltrane pumping out the speaker in the parking lot. I checked my cell phone one last time and noticed that there were no messages for me. I took in a breath of air and walked around a bit. There was a cookout going on and me not knowing anyone, I asked the cook how much for a plate. After telling me it was free, I took the timeout to chow on some burgers and chips. I haven't had much of an appetite since last weekend, but as time progressed (and a giant step away from those cigarettes) I realized that I wasn't depressed anymore....I was determined.
The vibe was great, straight vegetarian as I felt no beef anywhere. I looked in the club and noticed a person tapping to the jazz playing. I sat on the couch and chilled a minute, observed the scene and then went outside. I couldn't sit still. I was nervous, yet I wanted to get whatever was on that paper out, I didn't expect to freestyle, but as that paper came my way and I heard the poets, I just had this rush that said..."just let it go". I went to the car and chilled.
I got in the car and sat back in my seat. I noticed all the cars around me with CT plates and recognized that my friend who put me on to this venue wasn't there yet. I noticed a poet that I performed with the week prior just pull up. She had three friends with her that were all poets as well. She asked me if I was going to read and I said yeah. "That's what's up, you did your thing at Organix Soul and I was hoping you would be here." As much as I smiled, the feeling inside me was nervousness. I was the only male rep from the 413 in the so called 'rival' city. I didn't know if what was in my back pocket folded up was going to hold up.
It was my turn to go (number 8 on a 20 poet roster), the DJ you will meet down below introduced me. I smiled and showed love to all those who made it easier to perform. I pulled out the paper and let it fly. All of my poems with a little story as to how they came about. "Sweet Observation" came from what I know is the most beautiful sight around 5 in the morning. "Thoughts From the Inside" speaks on what it feels like to climax with the one you love. "To You and Only You." spoke on a love that won't ever die. In that order, I took the crowd and silenced them. As Sweet Observation came out. I noticed that the female poets went to the bar and quieted everyone who was loud. Don't know what that was about, but as I spoke, I noticed that I had took the crowd with me somewhere, the brothas giving me hell yeah's and dayums came from the ladies as they asked me what it was I felt at 6 in the morning after the sun was already up. The ovation made it so much easier to come with 'Thoughts'. I was about to get off stage and I was asked to do something off the top. I spit about what it felt like be an underdog and when you hear someone yell "that's alright" then I knew I was. As I got off stage, Mind Evolution came up to me and whispered in my ear...."Lemme know when you want to be a feature" and handed me a flyer. I will be performing on Monday. The other poets were off the chain, as I met them I realized that I was missing out on alot. This crew adopted me into their fam, and I walked in the place a third cousin, but walked out of there a brother. Here's some of the fam:
When Concious pulled up, he showed me love right off the back, asked me about the striped enyce shirt I was rocking. He then noticed my constant glares to the sky and asked me if I was nervous. I said a bit and he introduced me to everyone. Told me that there is no commercialism shit here, just passion. Right up my alley, and I was full of it too.
Cool ass Dave who is a DJ in CT, there was a level of realness as soon as we talked. I mentioned to him I was a DJ myself and he knew that shit from 93.7. He invited me to come on the show and do things. That ain't no question. Took card and he texted me as I left wishing me blessings on the way home and gave me a number to reach him at the station whenever. Something more to add to the cypher in my life.
E da Storyteller was the host who made sure that not only was I on, but had one of the best introductions I ever had. Came with some heat about "Guntown" and "Down Goes Babylon" dude is freaking crazy, and his vibe was contagious.
Brenda's Child is the poet I spoke of above with her three friends. I have this strange feeling she and I are going to slam together, she mentioned that she loved my shit on myspace and that we needed to exchange numbers on the real. Looks like I need to be in the lab for awhile if I am gonna be on a team soon.
Mazie and Mind Evolution were the features, I met ME @ organix soul last week, and although she is a bitter ass poet, she is the warmest person I shared with. I had to give it to her, she bought me a 'b ez' drink. Remy and Coke. Don't think I forgot aight? They tore it down. "The Girdle" "Real brothas/sistas do real things" "The Corners that Cut" pure sickness.
Lockdown is everyones sister, mother, confidante, cousin, just everything. She found out I was a friend of my man who didn't make it and instantly asked me if I was ready to slam yet. I didn't know what to say but whenever you ready. She was too cool though, a reader with a heart for anything tangible. "I like" "Sex + Confusion don't = Love" and "Give ME Back" were some real words I wish I got a copy, but she didn't have any.
These were the main players and I got a chance to vibe with them all. I found myself writing down my myspace address to so many people. I came in myself and left the same way. As I drove home, I thought about how I got here, what it took to get this far...how far I'm going. I still have such a long way to go. Yet the path is clear and pretty much set. I will be back on the stage Monday, and writing just comes with breathing. For those who helped me along the way thank you. I'm eatin' now, and the vibe is cool.
Til then, back to writing and reciting.
The SoD
I pulled in to Coltrane pumping out the speaker in the parking lot. I checked my cell phone one last time and noticed that there were no messages for me. I took in a breath of air and walked around a bit. There was a cookout going on and me not knowing anyone, I asked the cook how much for a plate. After telling me it was free, I took the timeout to chow on some burgers and chips. I haven't had much of an appetite since last weekend, but as time progressed (and a giant step away from those cigarettes) I realized that I wasn't depressed anymore....I was determined.
The vibe was great, straight vegetarian as I felt no beef anywhere. I looked in the club and noticed a person tapping to the jazz playing. I sat on the couch and chilled a minute, observed the scene and then went outside. I couldn't sit still. I was nervous, yet I wanted to get whatever was on that paper out, I didn't expect to freestyle, but as that paper came my way and I heard the poets, I just had this rush that said..."just let it go". I went to the car and chilled.
I got in the car and sat back in my seat. I noticed all the cars around me with CT plates and recognized that my friend who put me on to this venue wasn't there yet. I noticed a poet that I performed with the week prior just pull up. She had three friends with her that were all poets as well. She asked me if I was going to read and I said yeah. "That's what's up, you did your thing at Organix Soul and I was hoping you would be here." As much as I smiled, the feeling inside me was nervousness. I was the only male rep from the 413 in the so called 'rival' city. I didn't know if what was in my back pocket folded up was going to hold up.
It was my turn to go (number 8 on a 20 poet roster), the DJ you will meet down below introduced me. I smiled and showed love to all those who made it easier to perform. I pulled out the paper and let it fly. All of my poems with a little story as to how they came about. "Sweet Observation" came from what I know is the most beautiful sight around 5 in the morning. "Thoughts From the Inside" speaks on what it feels like to climax with the one you love. "To You and Only You." spoke on a love that won't ever die. In that order, I took the crowd and silenced them. As Sweet Observation came out. I noticed that the female poets went to the bar and quieted everyone who was loud. Don't know what that was about, but as I spoke, I noticed that I had took the crowd with me somewhere, the brothas giving me hell yeah's and dayums came from the ladies as they asked me what it was I felt at 6 in the morning after the sun was already up. The ovation made it so much easier to come with 'Thoughts'. I was about to get off stage and I was asked to do something off the top. I spit about what it felt like be an underdog and when you hear someone yell "that's alright" then I knew I was. As I got off stage, Mind Evolution came up to me and whispered in my ear...."Lemme know when you want to be a feature" and handed me a flyer. I will be performing on Monday. The other poets were off the chain, as I met them I realized that I was missing out on alot. This crew adopted me into their fam, and I walked in the place a third cousin, but walked out of there a brother. Here's some of the fam:
When Concious pulled up, he showed me love right off the back, asked me about the striped enyce shirt I was rocking. He then noticed my constant glares to the sky and asked me if I was nervous. I said a bit and he introduced me to everyone. Told me that there is no commercialism shit here, just passion. Right up my alley, and I was full of it too.
Cool ass Dave who is a DJ in CT, there was a level of realness as soon as we talked. I mentioned to him I was a DJ myself and he knew that shit from 93.7. He invited me to come on the show and do things. That ain't no question. Took card and he texted me as I left wishing me blessings on the way home and gave me a number to reach him at the station whenever. Something more to add to the cypher in my life.
E da Storyteller was the host who made sure that not only was I on, but had one of the best introductions I ever had. Came with some heat about "Guntown" and "Down Goes Babylon" dude is freaking crazy, and his vibe was contagious.
Brenda's Child is the poet I spoke of above with her three friends. I have this strange feeling she and I are going to slam together, she mentioned that she loved my shit on myspace and that we needed to exchange numbers on the real. Looks like I need to be in the lab for awhile if I am gonna be on a team soon.
Mazie and Mind Evolution were the features, I met ME @ organix soul last week, and although she is a bitter ass poet, she is the warmest person I shared with. I had to give it to her, she bought me a 'b ez' drink. Remy and Coke. Don't think I forgot aight? They tore it down. "The Girdle" "Real brothas/sistas do real things" "The Corners that Cut" pure sickness.
Lockdown is everyones sister, mother, confidante, cousin, just everything. She found out I was a friend of my man who didn't make it and instantly asked me if I was ready to slam yet. I didn't know what to say but whenever you ready. She was too cool though, a reader with a heart for anything tangible. "I like" "Sex + Confusion don't = Love" and "Give ME Back" were some real words I wish I got a copy, but she didn't have any.
These were the main players and I got a chance to vibe with them all. I found myself writing down my myspace address to so many people. I came in myself and left the same way. As I drove home, I thought about how I got here, what it took to get this far...how far I'm going. I still have such a long way to go. Yet the path is clear and pretty much set. I will be back on the stage Monday, and writing just comes with breathing. For those who helped me along the way thank you. I'm eatin' now, and the vibe is cool.
Til then, back to writing and reciting.
The SoD
Sunday, August 19, 2007
The Bank Is Closed Now...
"It's been too hard livin', but I'm afraid to die..." Sam Cooke - A Change Is Gonna Come
The beginning, going to school just to bounce, playing basketball during class, hiding in the bathroom just cause, talking about what it's like to be with a white girl, holding it down when it came time to throw em up, AIC camp, the games at the family center, the fights, the not knowing what the future held, but living in the present. Helping you find the level 5 card in Metal Gear, you showing me how to beat Tyson in punch out.
The middle, you doing you, telling me how the 'business' was doing, trying your best to keep me out of it, holding the stash while you talked to cops on the block, giving P* the excuses while you was out hustling, getting drunk at Velvet together and had a two knockout fight, you finding out that there's things better than hustling, you finding that out too late.
The end, us meeting back up a week after your release, applying at the same job together without knowing, ending up on the same team, picking up where you left off, father now, woman to hold you down, you teaching me the trick to the 'grab' bag, beating up our teammate on different ends of the week for fucking us over, you listening to me when I was down about my relationships, our promise to always ride for each other, any of our 'real talk' sessions, playing Madden, trying to stay awake while on the highway behind each other, you asking me when I'm leaving, me telling you i'm going...you telling me that no matter what, when it goes down you want to be there....me telling you that it's etched in stone.....you asking me if I'm happy.....me telling you no....you holding me down when I needed someone to listen to me...inviting me out to the club....trying to not get mad with my vegetarian response....you going without me.....P* calling me to tell me the news.....
me trying to live without another friend.....
another son to live without his father....
and a mother who never became a widow.....
You did so well with everything, you stayed hustling, but not to the extreme of losing your family. You got a job and stayed on your grind even after our team dissipated. You made me see that the job was the one killing me and that I needed to do something before it killed the ones closest. I thank you for that, I thank you for being real with me, for actually being my friend. The bank is closed now, and I made sure P* got the keys.
my brother I never had.
I love you....I miss you....Rest In Peace.
A$.....1976-2007
The beginning, going to school just to bounce, playing basketball during class, hiding in the bathroom just cause, talking about what it's like to be with a white girl, holding it down when it came time to throw em up, AIC camp, the games at the family center, the fights, the not knowing what the future held, but living in the present. Helping you find the level 5 card in Metal Gear, you showing me how to beat Tyson in punch out.
The middle, you doing you, telling me how the 'business' was doing, trying your best to keep me out of it, holding the stash while you talked to cops on the block, giving P* the excuses while you was out hustling, getting drunk at Velvet together and had a two knockout fight, you finding out that there's things better than hustling, you finding that out too late.
The end, us meeting back up a week after your release, applying at the same job together without knowing, ending up on the same team, picking up where you left off, father now, woman to hold you down, you teaching me the trick to the 'grab' bag, beating up our teammate on different ends of the week for fucking us over, you listening to me when I was down about my relationships, our promise to always ride for each other, any of our 'real talk' sessions, playing Madden, trying to stay awake while on the highway behind each other, you asking me when I'm leaving, me telling you i'm going...you telling me that no matter what, when it goes down you want to be there....me telling you that it's etched in stone.....you asking me if I'm happy.....me telling you no....you holding me down when I needed someone to listen to me...inviting me out to the club....trying to not get mad with my vegetarian response....you going without me.....P* calling me to tell me the news.....
me trying to live without another friend.....
another son to live without his father....
and a mother who never became a widow.....
You did so well with everything, you stayed hustling, but not to the extreme of losing your family. You got a job and stayed on your grind even after our team dissipated. You made me see that the job was the one killing me and that I needed to do something before it killed the ones closest. I thank you for that, I thank you for being real with me, for actually being my friend. The bank is closed now, and I made sure P* got the keys.
my brother I never had.
I love you....I miss you....Rest In Peace.
A$.....1976-2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Overthinking and Dreaming....
"damn...you ain't nothing like such and such said...." - B.D.* Lifeguard at work
I had a pretty draining experience last night. I couldn't walk, I couldn't talk. In between teeth chattering, and my body shivering, I broke into a sweat that took over the temperature in the room. I was cold outside, but the inside of me was burning up. I haven't felt like this in a good while. I put myself in bed after numerous attempts to stand up. Finally after catching my breath, I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
I miss good sleep like that. To actually go and fall out lifeless and engage in wonder as to what can happen in life is something real to me. I like to dream, and I finally figured out how to control them. I dream in color, with commercials and all that. Kind of like BET without the whack ass voice overs and the sorry editing. Oh, you can also take out the half hour block of commercials. Last night, I dreamed something that was so real I woke up feeling like I just been floating.
I guess I'm high on life.
I've come to the conclusion that I oversimplify things. Call me whatever you like. I said I was a thinker, and most of the time I tend to overthink the simple and make it complex. The complex I tend to make simple, in some cases, it helps me understand things better. In others, its my way of finding the bottom line of things so I won't be so confused. I lived a good portion of my life trying to understand without asking questions and ended up in a world of shit as to where the person was trying to lead me. I have done my best to keep it under control, especially if I know that I could be wrong. I'm not one of these fools who take shit and run, instead before it gets worse, I stop myself for correction and if I was wrong admit it. That's the person in me. It's when people get that person confused with the type of folks they dealt with that labels and unconcious comparasons begin, and you are left with not only trying to correct yourself, but trying to convince people that you are not what they think you are. I can't count how many times people who have been around me say "I didn't think you were like that, I'm glad I talked to you." or "Damn, you ain't nothing like such and such said." This normally happens when someone listens to me openly instead of pegging me as something and seeing if I can "prove them wrong". When it happens, then it turns into how I wasn't genuine because all I was trying to do is prove something. Well, don't put me in that category if you can't handle the step up, because chances are, it had nothing to do with proving anything. It's just me, and if people weren't so high up on what was wrong with me, then it would be easier to see what's been good with me the whole time.
I lost too many friends like that.
I woke up knowing who I am, and I go to sleep the same way. I can't allow anyone to take away from the person I am, I don't care who you are. If you want to go and think I'm this or that, then fine. I'm better off without you in my life reminding me. If you want to get to know me, and what's good. Then hey I'll give you a minute.
In the meantime it's back to sleep, back to dreaming.
when I wake up, I'll take myself somewhere to think for a bit :)
The SoD.
I had a pretty draining experience last night. I couldn't walk, I couldn't talk. In between teeth chattering, and my body shivering, I broke into a sweat that took over the temperature in the room. I was cold outside, but the inside of me was burning up. I haven't felt like this in a good while. I put myself in bed after numerous attempts to stand up. Finally after catching my breath, I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
I miss good sleep like that. To actually go and fall out lifeless and engage in wonder as to what can happen in life is something real to me. I like to dream, and I finally figured out how to control them. I dream in color, with commercials and all that. Kind of like BET without the whack ass voice overs and the sorry editing. Oh, you can also take out the half hour block of commercials. Last night, I dreamed something that was so real I woke up feeling like I just been floating.
I guess I'm high on life.
I've come to the conclusion that I oversimplify things. Call me whatever you like. I said I was a thinker, and most of the time I tend to overthink the simple and make it complex. The complex I tend to make simple, in some cases, it helps me understand things better. In others, its my way of finding the bottom line of things so I won't be so confused. I lived a good portion of my life trying to understand without asking questions and ended up in a world of shit as to where the person was trying to lead me. I have done my best to keep it under control, especially if I know that I could be wrong. I'm not one of these fools who take shit and run, instead before it gets worse, I stop myself for correction and if I was wrong admit it. That's the person in me. It's when people get that person confused with the type of folks they dealt with that labels and unconcious comparasons begin, and you are left with not only trying to correct yourself, but trying to convince people that you are not what they think you are. I can't count how many times people who have been around me say "I didn't think you were like that, I'm glad I talked to you." or "Damn, you ain't nothing like such and such said." This normally happens when someone listens to me openly instead of pegging me as something and seeing if I can "prove them wrong". When it happens, then it turns into how I wasn't genuine because all I was trying to do is prove something. Well, don't put me in that category if you can't handle the step up, because chances are, it had nothing to do with proving anything. It's just me, and if people weren't so high up on what was wrong with me, then it would be easier to see what's been good with me the whole time.
I lost too many friends like that.
I woke up knowing who I am, and I go to sleep the same way. I can't allow anyone to take away from the person I am, I don't care who you are. If you want to go and think I'm this or that, then fine. I'm better off without you in my life reminding me. If you want to get to know me, and what's good. Then hey I'll give you a minute.
In the meantime it's back to sleep, back to dreaming.
when I wake up, I'll take myself somewhere to think for a bit :)
The SoD.
Monday, August 13, 2007
April In August
"the joke's on you jack....." LL Cool J - Bad Album
I played myself. You heard it here first. The one who yall think is on point with his done got tripped up and you know what?
I can admit that.
It's cool though, I put myself out there, and its cool that we can all sit back and laugh about it. I just hope we can laugh with each other than at. Anyway, I understand now that before I start thinking about stuff, I should read all the way through instead of skim. Now I see why I haven't finished college yet.
From artist to artist, shit is hot. Nuff said.
My joke's are full of tact as well, I think someone still owe's me an ass whoopin from the fateful 'call from jail' I pulled in high school. I see why that relationship didn't work out either. I just lied my ass off and she took me as just that, a liar who lied too well.
shit I thought she was just mad.
then there's the one that went down in 05 where myself and my better half shocked the world by doing the one thing that they thought could never happen.
and to think there's some who still ain't over that one.
and my moms who I get every year, from the dead dog trick (it was stuffed), to the clear kool aid in the spring water dispenser she takes it in stride as she takes the negative charge out of my car....
when I'm already late to work.
still though, it's good that jokes like that happen. You laugh, and you learn.
The Sod
I played myself. You heard it here first. The one who yall think is on point with his done got tripped up and you know what?
I can admit that.
It's cool though, I put myself out there, and its cool that we can all sit back and laugh about it. I just hope we can laugh with each other than at. Anyway, I understand now that before I start thinking about stuff, I should read all the way through instead of skim. Now I see why I haven't finished college yet.
From artist to artist, shit is hot. Nuff said.
My joke's are full of tact as well, I think someone still owe's me an ass whoopin from the fateful 'call from jail' I pulled in high school. I see why that relationship didn't work out either. I just lied my ass off and she took me as just that, a liar who lied too well.
shit I thought she was just mad.
then there's the one that went down in 05 where myself and my better half shocked the world by doing the one thing that they thought could never happen.
and to think there's some who still ain't over that one.
and my moms who I get every year, from the dead dog trick (it was stuffed), to the clear kool aid in the spring water dispenser she takes it in stride as she takes the negative charge out of my car....
when I'm already late to work.
still though, it's good that jokes like that happen. You laugh, and you learn.
The Sod
Monday, August 6, 2007
Slowly Recharging...
"It's only make believe when you don't believe..." The SoD
So with all that's new in the world, I ended the week pretty good. I still need to catch up on some sleep as I continue on my path to recovery. With so much going on, I haven't had time to recharge the batteries. Yet, for those who give a damn, I'm doing just fine.
My Celtics got Garnett now. Before I begin my tirade about being the top team in the East, lemme wait til like December. If we have a winning record, I'll talk a bit, anything else just know that I said NOTHING here you dig? You can talk all the shit you feel, but make sure it's something creative, I can be quite deadly with my words. I know a championship is distant, far as i'm concerned, it's only make believe if you don't believe.
I overslept this morning, hey good dreams will do that to you. I guess I need to really go to sleep like around 7 sometime this week. My circadian has been all types of off for these past couple of weeks, gotta get right.
On another note, I started a new position at the job, sitting on my ass for 8 hours isn't my idea of work, yet it's where I am health wise that puts me here, either way, it's all temporary. Well, except the pay of course.
I will be doing my thing on the 22nd of this month one time only in the place born and raised. After this there will be no more. I'm only doing it just to get it out of the way. As a matter of fact I need to write something rated PG at least, they talking about cutting mikes off if heads slip up.
Before I make moves, Big up my man Noodlz, getting married next weekend. I haven't forgot you or Uncle Sal, I will be there, and if you can tell Ma Forelli I just can't do the cheese! The fried dough is all me though, I love the sauce. Hai capito?
I'm out
The SoD
So with all that's new in the world, I ended the week pretty good. I still need to catch up on some sleep as I continue on my path to recovery. With so much going on, I haven't had time to recharge the batteries. Yet, for those who give a damn, I'm doing just fine.
My Celtics got Garnett now. Before I begin my tirade about being the top team in the East, lemme wait til like December. If we have a winning record, I'll talk a bit, anything else just know that I said NOTHING here you dig? You can talk all the shit you feel, but make sure it's something creative, I can be quite deadly with my words. I know a championship is distant, far as i'm concerned, it's only make believe if you don't believe.
I overslept this morning, hey good dreams will do that to you. I guess I need to really go to sleep like around 7 sometime this week. My circadian has been all types of off for these past couple of weeks, gotta get right.
On another note, I started a new position at the job, sitting on my ass for 8 hours isn't my idea of work, yet it's where I am health wise that puts me here, either way, it's all temporary. Well, except the pay of course.
I will be doing my thing on the 22nd of this month one time only in the place born and raised. After this there will be no more. I'm only doing it just to get it out of the way. As a matter of fact I need to write something rated PG at least, they talking about cutting mikes off if heads slip up.
Before I make moves, Big up my man Noodlz, getting married next weekend. I haven't forgot you or Uncle Sal, I will be there, and if you can tell Ma Forelli I just can't do the cheese! The fried dough is all me though, I love the sauce. Hai capito?
I'm out
The SoD
Monday, July 30, 2007
(Roast)tissere Chicken
http://ineedsecurityplease.blogspot.com/"Watch yourself, I just might be talking to YOU" - The SoD
You know what gets me? How some of you people feel as though you need to drag down the next to maintain or boost your own level in life. It kills me how sometimes you think someone is giving you words of encouragment only to turn around and in the same breath shit on you at the same time. The problem is that the person talking the shit never really has it all together themselves. I guess you can say this post is dedicated to the chickenheads out there (and I know the term 'chickenhead' is old, I'm ol'school, so fuck you) but instead of just talking about females, I'm going to talk about the males too. After all, I've always been about both sides, can't talk about one without the other.
So I guess you can say that this post is more about "BITCHES"
On the male side of things, there are so many type of bitches. There are the soft, sweet ass muh fuckas who walk around like they have this chip on their shoulder, only when it hits the fan they fold like pretzles and cry about why the world is too much for them.
Let's not forget the bitch at the job who wants yours, and while they smile in your face, their first move after they got all the reasons why you hate your job, is the boss who they report everything to. Yet they will insist that they don't do the bitch shit.
Or the other bitch at the job, you know the one who will try to fuck everything in sight that they work with or above, play this "oh i'm so sensitive and this and that and how they are tired of trying all these loose women with no sense" type bitches. Only to find out that they are nothing that they tried to sell to you, and when its done and over with put you in a position where they make you feel like the whore. When in all actuality, it was them fucking themselves.
Then there are the fools who are big as shit but rather instead of trying to knuckle up when it goes down, they either the first to run, or get the heat. Cause hey when you are 6'5'' and 275, the lil' 5'10'' dude with wire frames is just too dangerous for them. Dig me?
how do I deal with them? I don't. Too much energy to sit there and play tennis with them. So I sit back and watch them work. I feel as though we don't need to interact until either their bitch shit has an effect on me or the people I love. Bitches like that you let sleeping dogs lie. Like the third example up there, they will only fuck themselves in the end.
but what about the women?
The bitch at the same job, who is so concerned about what's going on in the next woman's life, she completley forgets she has one.
Or the same bitch that pushes you to fuck with number 3 up there either because she already fucked him, or she is so far gone with herself that she needs company to feel like she does.
Or the bitch that says she's such a hard worker in scamming on her cable, her housing, her baby's daddy, and her job that its too much for her, and that she don't understand why people can't work as hard as she does.
Hold up, there's also the one who swears they have their shit together, and somehow give 'tips' that really say how you don't. Yet there's those things you see that doesn't reflect what she's saying. For example, she's a stylist but she needs a touch up, she's into fashion, but her toes go over the front of her sandals, her nails are missing on 3 fingers type shit. Uh, hello? You said you had your shit together, but uh, you must remember before you sweep around the front door of someone else's house, make sure your shit is clean.
Like I said there's more, but it's these I come in contact with day to day. Consider my ass kicked from being beatdown by the bullshit, but as I progress in life I recognize that these people are more and more making themselves known in this world.
My advice to those who are in my position is to stay away from bitches, you want to keep yourself on level, don't stoop to theirs. You don't want that tag? Be careful of what you say and do around them. Matter of fact, don't care, yet be mindful of the fact that whatever you buy into that they are selling, you too have dropped to their level. As for them....
Wake the fuck up and work it out. Come my way and I will roast you.
Fucking cowards.
You've been addressed
The SoD
Friday, July 27, 2007
Foward Motion
"I'll see you in August, no question." The SoD
This whole week has been full of surprises. I managed to get a raise, survive a mini riot at the job, and came off one of the illest weekends I've had this year. Although I didn't speak on it that much (I haven't spoke on anything much really) I feel like I have to address some issues before I continue on this post....
I really think DC people are bold as fuck. For a one night stay at a hotel that you just might have to go to gun classes for, will run you about a good c-note. To have a quiet dinner without the rest of the restaurant up your ass, requires you to meditate and block out things around you. To take the metro, you might just have to go through hypnosis just to deal with the unnecessary bullshit around you. Either way, I am understanding that DC is not the ideal place for me.
Given that I'm from a city (or small town dependant on where YOU are from) I'm used to the whole nigga syndrome. Still yet, we all need a break from the norm. The ghetto is all around us I know, still the need to breathe can somewhat be overwhelming. I found my air this past weekend, and next month I seek it again. Only this time, I make foward motion to further place my feet on new ground. With the leg getting better each day, I just keep pushing. While I'm here, I feel like a man mar que'd, just dealing with this case and working to make a better life for myself. The frustration gets to me sometimes, and the lack of communication devices keeps me from outletting to those I need to talk with. So I strive on what I can and just move foward.
I must acknowledge the dancer who didn't recognize the fact that she had enough coke up her nose to make me think she made pizzas rather than sniff some shit. Be advised I was looking for some herbal healing (get your mind out the gutta) and I was being directed to the snowman. I mean people, sometimes we know what we got on when we come out the house and sometimes we just don't care. But shit, if you do what you do, have enough common damn sense to actually clean up yourself before not just giving an answer I'm not looking for, but sell me a dance as well.
I can't say that was the illest thing that happened, there are alot more funny occurances (the smoke detector, the school and the bitch ass there who is petrified of the unknown, taking the metro a bit too far, etc.) but the one thing that stood out the most to me that makes me laugh is the man on the median on Rhode Island Avenue with the sign that said:
"I ain't gon' lie, I just want a beer"
For that I wanted to get this man some 211 in a six pack. Honesty like that should be rewarded, no matter what the issue is.
With that it's back to writing poetry...
The SoD
This whole week has been full of surprises. I managed to get a raise, survive a mini riot at the job, and came off one of the illest weekends I've had this year. Although I didn't speak on it that much (I haven't spoke on anything much really) I feel like I have to address some issues before I continue on this post....
I really think DC people are bold as fuck. For a one night stay at a hotel that you just might have to go to gun classes for, will run you about a good c-note. To have a quiet dinner without the rest of the restaurant up your ass, requires you to meditate and block out things around you. To take the metro, you might just have to go through hypnosis just to deal with the unnecessary bullshit around you. Either way, I am understanding that DC is not the ideal place for me.
Given that I'm from a city (or small town dependant on where YOU are from) I'm used to the whole nigga syndrome. Still yet, we all need a break from the norm. The ghetto is all around us I know, still the need to breathe can somewhat be overwhelming. I found my air this past weekend, and next month I seek it again. Only this time, I make foward motion to further place my feet on new ground. With the leg getting better each day, I just keep pushing. While I'm here, I feel like a man mar que'd, just dealing with this case and working to make a better life for myself. The frustration gets to me sometimes, and the lack of communication devices keeps me from outletting to those I need to talk with. So I strive on what I can and just move foward.
I must acknowledge the dancer who didn't recognize the fact that she had enough coke up her nose to make me think she made pizzas rather than sniff some shit. Be advised I was looking for some herbal healing (get your mind out the gutta) and I was being directed to the snowman. I mean people, sometimes we know what we got on when we come out the house and sometimes we just don't care. But shit, if you do what you do, have enough common damn sense to actually clean up yourself before not just giving an answer I'm not looking for, but sell me a dance as well.
I can't say that was the illest thing that happened, there are alot more funny occurances (the smoke detector, the school and the bitch ass there who is petrified of the unknown, taking the metro a bit too far, etc.) but the one thing that stood out the most to me that makes me laugh is the man on the median on Rhode Island Avenue with the sign that said:
"I ain't gon' lie, I just want a beer"
For that I wanted to get this man some 211 in a six pack. Honesty like that should be rewarded, no matter what the issue is.
With that it's back to writing poetry...
The SoD
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Photosynthesis
"It starts on the inside and works its way out." The SoD
I opened the door for her and we walked in. A light scent of Jasmine crossed my nose as the mist came from the ceiling onto my shoulders. I was surrounded by life, walking and still. The high ceilings and the windows had me engulfed in a forest of discovery. I took it all in while holding the hand of the person who took me there. This was our second trip there, only this time the inside was open, we took a look at the outside yet on the inside, that's where the show was.
God did great work in this place, and I found out there are others. It is there where I will witness more than just one work of Him. I won't talk about that though.
Where am I? Not where you think, but know that soon I will be. While some have this attitude that as long as I'm not blogging, shots will be fired. Well, I'll put it like this, you can shoot all you want in the air.....you ain't killing the sky.
With that said, it feels good to be blogging, this past month has been a roller coaster of emotions. I feel like I've lifted alot of baggage off my shoulders. I thank you for everything, you know what I mean.
As far as the job.....I still got work to do. Considering that I've checked my surroundings and surveillance is low, still yet a mission aborted is a mission not done. I'm still on the clock as we speak dig it?
Once I'm gone, I'm gone. No need for a comeback tour or some bullshit ass vacation. You either be dying, having a baby, or graduating in order for me to catch a ticket back. Cause right turn on red is legal everywhere.
That's real talk yo.
Shout out A$
The SoD
I opened the door for her and we walked in. A light scent of Jasmine crossed my nose as the mist came from the ceiling onto my shoulders. I was surrounded by life, walking and still. The high ceilings and the windows had me engulfed in a forest of discovery. I took it all in while holding the hand of the person who took me there. This was our second trip there, only this time the inside was open, we took a look at the outside yet on the inside, that's where the show was.
God did great work in this place, and I found out there are others. It is there where I will witness more than just one work of Him. I won't talk about that though.
Where am I? Not where you think, but know that soon I will be. While some have this attitude that as long as I'm not blogging, shots will be fired. Well, I'll put it like this, you can shoot all you want in the air.....you ain't killing the sky.
With that said, it feels good to be blogging, this past month has been a roller coaster of emotions. I feel like I've lifted alot of baggage off my shoulders. I thank you for everything, you know what I mean.
As far as the job.....I still got work to do. Considering that I've checked my surroundings and surveillance is low, still yet a mission aborted is a mission not done. I'm still on the clock as we speak dig it?
Once I'm gone, I'm gone. No need for a comeback tour or some bullshit ass vacation. You either be dying, having a baby, or graduating in order for me to catch a ticket back. Cause right turn on red is legal everywhere.
That's real talk yo.
Shout out A$
The SoD
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Laid Up and Back
"Looks like you'll be on your ass this summer, like it or not..." - The Doc.
Well, June 13th is the upcoming date where I find out my next surgery. The other knee is going to get fixed and the kid can't wait. Back at work and in a new program. I am now surrounded by younger kids and a whole different form of attitudes. I inhale and think that the job is trying to push me out. Don't know on that one and the time is winding down. When I'm fixed, then bye bye. To all of this shit.
All I want to do is move. I didn't ask to be injured, I didn't ask to have two busted legs. I didn't ask the police to hit me in my car. Yet here I am. No basketball, swimming, or moving just yet, there is still work for me up here. I have the dough to bounce, but with no legs how do I get off the ground?
Since December 28th mind you. The transition has not been easy, with all of these things to bust through and build myself at the same time, I found myself expending my energy just thinking about stuff. Capricorns are thinkers you know, and with that said, I haven't been doing much talking lately. I guess you can say that the kid is just making moves in his head. The body is on catch-up.
On another note, I'm still grinding. Still making a way for myself and the kids I deal with. Til then, it's still onward and moving foward. There's this matter of a 'grain of salt' that I need to address, this isn't the platform and neither is myspace, so for that I will just let the action speak for itself, maybe the food will get seasoned better.
I'm out. Big up to OC* and DNote* for getting at me.
Sis, I didn't forget your bday either.
TBaby* Nice post.....I'll comment when I see you.
K* You already know....
D*, Kiki* The team is getting back together I see.....reunion tour for a year or what? I'm retired now, remember that.
The SoD
"(sigh)...I still got work to do..." -The SoD
Well, June 13th is the upcoming date where I find out my next surgery. The other knee is going to get fixed and the kid can't wait. Back at work and in a new program. I am now surrounded by younger kids and a whole different form of attitudes. I inhale and think that the job is trying to push me out. Don't know on that one and the time is winding down. When I'm fixed, then bye bye. To all of this shit.
All I want to do is move. I didn't ask to be injured, I didn't ask to have two busted legs. I didn't ask the police to hit me in my car. Yet here I am. No basketball, swimming, or moving just yet, there is still work for me up here. I have the dough to bounce, but with no legs how do I get off the ground?
Since December 28th mind you. The transition has not been easy, with all of these things to bust through and build myself at the same time, I found myself expending my energy just thinking about stuff. Capricorns are thinkers you know, and with that said, I haven't been doing much talking lately. I guess you can say that the kid is just making moves in his head. The body is on catch-up.
On another note, I'm still grinding. Still making a way for myself and the kids I deal with. Til then, it's still onward and moving foward. There's this matter of a 'grain of salt' that I need to address, this isn't the platform and neither is myspace, so for that I will just let the action speak for itself, maybe the food will get seasoned better.
I'm out. Big up to OC* and DNote* for getting at me.
Sis, I didn't forget your bday either.
TBaby* Nice post.....I'll comment when I see you.
K* You already know....
D*, Kiki* The team is getting back together I see.....reunion tour for a year or what? I'm retired now, remember that.
The SoD
Saturday, May 12, 2007
A$ and The SoD
"....if you don't want to be in that position, then don't put yourself there...." - A$
That's real talk yo'.....
That's my boy, and after talking to him for a few hours, I took some time to sit back and think for a sec. I realize that sometimes I worry too much, and that when given the time I can think a little too much as well. In between Coronas and Haze, we came to the conclusion that all wasn't lost, the end is only my doing....if I ain't doing anything. I mean, if I didn't want to be in that position, then why put myself there, right?
SO I did, and you know what? It feels good, I got it done, and there's alot more in store for me.
I just have to be able to friggen walk. The sun is out and the park has been full since the 413 had it's 80 degree days. The temptation is crazy, but I rather have both my knees in the future rather than one and done in the present.
What? The Sox lost??? It's ok, we still in 1st. Place. Those Stankees, well, with Rog back I see no change, the fuckers still have to hit the ball...
I'm out, home run on that.
That's real talk yo'.....
That's my boy, and after talking to him for a few hours, I took some time to sit back and think for a sec. I realize that sometimes I worry too much, and that when given the time I can think a little too much as well. In between Coronas and Haze, we came to the conclusion that all wasn't lost, the end is only my doing....if I ain't doing anything. I mean, if I didn't want to be in that position, then why put myself there, right?
SO I did, and you know what? It feels good, I got it done, and there's alot more in store for me.
I just have to be able to friggen walk. The sun is out and the park has been full since the 413 had it's 80 degree days. The temptation is crazy, but I rather have both my knees in the future rather than one and done in the present.
What? The Sox lost??? It's ok, we still in 1st. Place. Those Stankees, well, with Rog back I see no change, the fuckers still have to hit the ball...
I'm out, home run on that.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Down 1 and 1 to Go....
April is over with and I'm still with this huge knee. The right one is now fixed but is on standby until the other one is done. Two surgeries in two months. I hate sitting on my ass.
Other than that I have found myself in the office trying to work out the mechanics of multitasking. Writing poems, a book, and now a play, I have more time to spend in the matrix rather than handling business which is my job. Removed from the basketball court and any other sport (even have to take a foosball break) and I'm left with all this 'other' stuff to do. Yay.
I still search for apartments down yonder, I also keep my game up in finding a job, can't have one without the other. While shine stealers look to jack me for me light, there are those who keep me shining no matter what. I laugh now and later to yall. My job just laid off over 25 workers this past week. I was exempt due to my injury, yet I know coming back it is me that is the liability so I have to seek a job somewhere else. My lawyer is having a field day with what's going on with me. Surgery sounds like music to her ears....
to me its headbanging elevator music.
For the ones who helped me get through this thank you. It has been some kind of experience for me. I can only hope to keep this up as I look foward to walking and running and well....that's none of yall damn business. Either way, I look up to recover.
Princess Dom* I never forgot about you, not once. I never will either, more coming to you soon.
K* - need i say more? next time you want to write posts like that make sure I have my vest on ok?
T* - Look, the blog world needs you, I mean who else can I find myself choking on coffee over what she has to say? Get back in the game man.
I'm out, gotta go to Lovetron and see what's good.
The SoD
Other than that I have found myself in the office trying to work out the mechanics of multitasking. Writing poems, a book, and now a play, I have more time to spend in the matrix rather than handling business which is my job. Removed from the basketball court and any other sport (even have to take a foosball break) and I'm left with all this 'other' stuff to do. Yay.
I still search for apartments down yonder, I also keep my game up in finding a job, can't have one without the other. While shine stealers look to jack me for me light, there are those who keep me shining no matter what. I laugh now and later to yall. My job just laid off over 25 workers this past week. I was exempt due to my injury, yet I know coming back it is me that is the liability so I have to seek a job somewhere else. My lawyer is having a field day with what's going on with me. Surgery sounds like music to her ears....
to me its headbanging elevator music.
For the ones who helped me get through this thank you. It has been some kind of experience for me. I can only hope to keep this up as I look foward to walking and running and well....that's none of yall damn business. Either way, I look up to recover.
Princess Dom* I never forgot about you, not once. I never will either, more coming to you soon.
K* - need i say more? next time you want to write posts like that make sure I have my vest on ok?
T* - Look, the blog world needs you, I mean who else can I find myself choking on coffee over what she has to say? Get back in the game man.
I'm out, gotta go to Lovetron and see what's good.
The SoD
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
MySpace....Laid Out
"It's going to take time..." -The Doc
So surgery went ok. I found myself waking up to General Hospital (go figure). I was high as shit. Don't know what they gave me to put me out, but it worked on me the whole day and night. Things were pretty much a blur and I don't really remember what happened. So to all the people who took the time out to call me, thanks. If I came out of left field with anything, I apoligize, it was the meds not me. Today I'm a bit better in mind, but my body is still recovering from not just this surgery, but the car accident mentioned in my previous post. I'm layed up and my keys are mysteriously missing.
what a transition to make, last summer looked alot like what you see up above there, left handed and all. No that's not me, but you get the drift as to how high I was getting up. With all the shit I was going through, this was how I got out most of my emotions. Even missing, I still put the fear in folks if the lane was clear. Just have to hope that when I recover I don't catch a 'Livingston' on a lay up. I place ice on my knees and recognize how cold the world really is.
But fuck it, it's the road to recovery, I asked the doc how long before I play..."It's gonna take some time" how long before I work...."It's gonna take some time" how long before I get rich "It's going to take some time".
I guess I got all the time in the world. I don't have time for certain things, like ignorant folks and wishy washy ones as well. So all in all I lay low and keep firing.
Big up to the Queen for looking out for me. I know you couldn't be there, but you were dig it?
Between numerous claims adjustors and my lawyer talking to me, all seems well at the moment. Between ice packs and Sudoku with friends, I maintain my writing and still occupy myself in keeping things tight this year. Ain't no repeats of last year, ain't no looking at it either, unless I'm looking for neck pain. This time I shall get it right.
The Secretary of Defense
Friday, April 13, 2007
The 411 on the 413 on Friday the 13th
"cause no matter what, you have a case...." - Springfield Police Department.
Friday the 13th....for some it is the dreadful day of shit happening. YOu expect bad shit to happen and you know what? It does. You don't ask for it and it turns into the most interesting day that you ever had. For me? Being left handed and not really that superstitious (step on a crack and break you mothers back? What if you trip over the muthafucka?) I had one of the most craziest things happen to me.
I was on my way to work and right after seeing a woman collapse on the side of the street, I cross a green light and see a dude running around the corner...
bam!
Cop car swings from the left lane and smacks the shit out of me in the right. Nevermind that they jumped the curb to cut the guy off that knocked the woman out, they didn't see about me until he was processed and out of the way. I stayed in the car until the ambulance came, spent my next 3 hours in the hospital and let out only to be told that
"no matter what happens, you still have a case". It was the po-po's that said this, clearly in the wrong for hitting me in the first place....still yet, I have surgery on the 17th, only 4 days after this shit. My car? Not totaled, but damn I just got a bumper fixed. I have two perscriptions of the same shit (what, vicoden takes care of everything these days???!!!) My job? That's up in the air, after all with the chiropractor and physical therapy I can be out for awhile. Someone is going to have to play the General until I show back up.
Til then, it's me, this computer and time on my hands....prepare for alot of shit in the up and coming days.
Friday the muthaeffin' thirteenth....
The Secretary of Defense
Friday the 13th....for some it is the dreadful day of shit happening. YOu expect bad shit to happen and you know what? It does. You don't ask for it and it turns into the most interesting day that you ever had. For me? Being left handed and not really that superstitious (step on a crack and break you mothers back? What if you trip over the muthafucka?) I had one of the most craziest things happen to me.
I was on my way to work and right after seeing a woman collapse on the side of the street, I cross a green light and see a dude running around the corner...
bam!
Cop car swings from the left lane and smacks the shit out of me in the right. Nevermind that they jumped the curb to cut the guy off that knocked the woman out, they didn't see about me until he was processed and out of the way. I stayed in the car until the ambulance came, spent my next 3 hours in the hospital and let out only to be told that
"no matter what happens, you still have a case". It was the po-po's that said this, clearly in the wrong for hitting me in the first place....still yet, I have surgery on the 17th, only 4 days after this shit. My car? Not totaled, but damn I just got a bumper fixed. I have two perscriptions of the same shit (what, vicoden takes care of everything these days???!!!) My job? That's up in the air, after all with the chiropractor and physical therapy I can be out for awhile. Someone is going to have to play the General until I show back up.
Til then, it's me, this computer and time on my hands....prepare for alot of shit in the up and coming days.
Friday the muthaeffin' thirteenth....
The Secretary of Defense
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
New Foundation
"a hood is a hood...." The SoD
So I found out that I just might have a job in Baltimore...yay. I also found out that my job is going to give me a raise soon....yay. I now have managed a way to get my credit on point and get the train to move faster...
planning the party of the year.
Other than that though its slow motion. If there is anything I know, it's that my time here is sure winding down. I've had it with all the bullshit really, and while some try to suck me in those Mario Bros. pipes, I jump over them breaking bricks with my head . Kick over a few tortoise shells if I need to. Either way its foward with things. I haven't the time to sit and wipe asses or clean mouths like I used to. My life has always been about helping others, but seriously how much can one give without ever receiving shit? Another flush and once again the parasites have left the building.
Cats telling me that B-More is a pretty rough spot to live. I'm from the 413, and yes the area code ain't giving no luck for any fucking body. A hood is a hood, yet it's how much you give in that bitch that will determine how much you get back. Target time of ETA, one month....
I'll keep ya posted.
So I found out that I just might have a job in Baltimore...yay. I also found out that my job is going to give me a raise soon....yay. I now have managed a way to get my credit on point and get the train to move faster...
planning the party of the year.
Other than that though its slow motion. If there is anything I know, it's that my time here is sure winding down. I've had it with all the bullshit really, and while some try to suck me in those Mario Bros. pipes, I jump over them breaking bricks with my head . Kick over a few tortoise shells if I need to. Either way its foward with things. I haven't the time to sit and wipe asses or clean mouths like I used to. My life has always been about helping others, but seriously how much can one give without ever receiving shit? Another flush and once again the parasites have left the building.
Cats telling me that B-More is a pretty rough spot to live. I'm from the 413, and yes the area code ain't giving no luck for any fucking body. A hood is a hood, yet it's how much you give in that bitch that will determine how much you get back. Target time of ETA, one month....
I'll keep ya posted.
Monday, March 26, 2007
The Genesis
"gotta love that shit" - The Secretary of Defense
So where do we begin???
Took a month off to just kick back and enjoy the shit that I see in the Matrix. Yes, the internet I call the Matrix, after the way I see people handle their MySpace shit like its a full time job and shit, I realize that people are so caught up in what's in their inbox, they forget that they actually live a real life. Gotta love that shit.
With all the fake ass folks running around me, I find peace in rolling solo and just observing. It's much safer to me that way, hell when I think about it, it's more safer for most of you as well. There's this thing that I am allergic to. I've had it since I was a baby, besides my lactose intolerance, that would be DRAMA. Can't stand it, and most importantly can do without it. Yet, this is the real world and sometimes you just can't avoid it....once again I say, gotta love that shit.
I've decided to stay in the 413 and pick up a second gig to help me knock off some things on my credit report. It's obvious after 7 rejections for apartments due to my credit moving out of town would be a no-no for me. So I am going to use a second income to take out these bills and still stack cheese so I can make my way out of this place. I don't give a shit if my job gives me a raise, once I hit my mark....I'm out. Period.
I also had an appointment for a piercing today, actually it was just a consultation. My date is set up for next monday, but I don't know because my knee is due to be drained on Thursday coming. My shit is beyond swole. Gotta have it done.
My love life is none of yall business, just for the record though I'm doing well. Like I said before I'm just sitting back and watching, in the meanwhile, I work my ass off to make it where I need to go. I can only hope others see that as well.
I haven't picked up a basketball since the 28th of December, I've been working out on other parts of my body until I can come back (which might be next year), until then don't get it twisted, I still might consider coming back early, that's if I am close (I mean really close) to 100%.
The poems are coming, I plan on linking them seperate so you don't have to navigate through my shit to get to them. They will also be copyrighted so the haters and biters can just sit back and hate. The comments are still open, but come at me with that shit and you reap what you sow. For the ones who I have respect for, you will be linked. It's only right that I do, because at one point either you helped me out with something or I just enjoy reading you.
The new name is The SoD (That's The Secretary of Defense)
With that said, I'm back, The Champ is DEAD. Welcome to my world.
The Secretary of Defense.
So where do we begin???
Took a month off to just kick back and enjoy the shit that I see in the Matrix. Yes, the internet I call the Matrix, after the way I see people handle their MySpace shit like its a full time job and shit, I realize that people are so caught up in what's in their inbox, they forget that they actually live a real life. Gotta love that shit.
With all the fake ass folks running around me, I find peace in rolling solo and just observing. It's much safer to me that way, hell when I think about it, it's more safer for most of you as well. There's this thing that I am allergic to. I've had it since I was a baby, besides my lactose intolerance, that would be DRAMA. Can't stand it, and most importantly can do without it. Yet, this is the real world and sometimes you just can't avoid it....once again I say, gotta love that shit.
I've decided to stay in the 413 and pick up a second gig to help me knock off some things on my credit report. It's obvious after 7 rejections for apartments due to my credit moving out of town would be a no-no for me. So I am going to use a second income to take out these bills and still stack cheese so I can make my way out of this place. I don't give a shit if my job gives me a raise, once I hit my mark....I'm out. Period.
I also had an appointment for a piercing today, actually it was just a consultation. My date is set up for next monday, but I don't know because my knee is due to be drained on Thursday coming. My shit is beyond swole. Gotta have it done.
My love life is none of yall business, just for the record though I'm doing well. Like I said before I'm just sitting back and watching, in the meanwhile, I work my ass off to make it where I need to go. I can only hope others see that as well.
I haven't picked up a basketball since the 28th of December, I've been working out on other parts of my body until I can come back (which might be next year), until then don't get it twisted, I still might consider coming back early, that's if I am close (I mean really close) to 100%.
The poems are coming, I plan on linking them seperate so you don't have to navigate through my shit to get to them. They will also be copyrighted so the haters and biters can just sit back and hate. The comments are still open, but come at me with that shit and you reap what you sow. For the ones who I have respect for, you will be linked. It's only right that I do, because at one point either you helped me out with something or I just enjoy reading you.
The new name is The SoD (That's The Secretary of Defense)
With that said, I'm back, The Champ is DEAD. Welcome to my world.
The Secretary of Defense.
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