Pictures

September 28th & 29th

September 28th:
There's a white seed
Planted in this tall black weed

I've been sown up for so long
A black man born and a white man wronged

Is it true that I'm supposed to grow?
I feed my eyes with what the white plants sow.

It's who I am beneath these layers of bark
A clear white rose with a pure white heart

This thought the black man
Before he killed himself.

September 29th

Meanie for the way I walk, walk is what the druids do, do is what my mom said don't, don't is what I spit in my shoe. Shoe walks inside of my laugh, laugh is gone thanks to the draft, draft is something come to pass, pass is all I say to tasks. Tasks is found when people die, die is how my mind shall lie, lie is how many things to buy, buy is how the priest found pie. Pie is something for us to shed, shed is light that found us dead, dead is our condition under lead, lead is how our leaders lead, fear is how our teachers teach.

September 27

Monkey feel me sit

Monkey see me lie

Monkey love me skit

Monkey love me cry

But monkey don't feel human

'Cause monkey don't be human

Monkey see me loomin'.

Monkey sits, him prunin'

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Carry me Carolina on the back of your shoulders

Tell me a liter child, and feel the weight of my rain

Don't tell me their fire has come on

The door, it feels, the door

I can't believe you dropped

me off

Write/right beneath the keys

Put up on a hightop felt pen

I can't reach--

We're friends

We're friends, oh no

Carry me Carolina on back of your shoulders

Cream and sugar will follow me all the days of my life

With the smell of rusted stones

And falling livers

And failing livers

And drowned out heart

The drums still beat with intense cradled charisma

Feet pile up on the highway sending millions to their deaths.

__________________________

For lack of a better term, I will cry

__________________________

Mention my name on the top of your eyes

And find the life that refuses to die

But the journey won't be made too easy

The monkey wrench grease has left the road queasy

It's not like I've been there four times before

To change up the directions and mop up the floor

It's not like I've smote you on site

I've simply shaded the path with a slight hue of night.

_______________________________

We're watching you

Don't worry

You're lucrative ego has been boosted

Even though it's not like we need you

Our parents, pastors, loved one's can tell us lies

And better one's, at that

You're not here for me

You're here for them and they will die.

What do you do then?

______________________

I'm coming from a father

Who filled my pockmarks with fists

And a village of vandetta's

Leaving nothing to the risk

And I was fine

But momma', why'd you send me

To stay and study at the semminary?

September 26

Assignment: Spoken Word Poetry

Does the poet speak with a certain rhythm?: Yes, she accentuates certain words, and puts different stresses on different words

Does the poet speak loudly or softly?: Softly.

Does the poet speak fast or slow?: The poet speaks slow.

Does the poet pause a lot, or a little?: A lot.

Does the poet read with a lot of energy?: No.

How does the poet's performance help you understand the poem?: It doesn't really.

How does the poet's performance improve the experience of the poem for you as a listener?: It doesn't. It makes the experience less interesting for me.

September 25

It's extremely important

Sit down and listen

My head has exploded with pictures

Of myself

Of you

Dead

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Americans will accept it if it holds a Fox seal.

Don't act like you don't realize your Soviet Man appeal.

He came out and did it straight, while you sit back and feed us bait.

It's better to feel helpless, then to have power that only you feel.

September 24

Poetry Possibility:

Song for the Forgotten:

My tongue is down
Love the words that I mean
Stuck in my wooden house
Underneath a stream

House underneath a stream
Throwing away luck and gambling dreams
Wait for the the crane
To come and pick you up
Wait for it to gather steam

Steam from the clouds
But the sun shines no more
We're covered in darkness
It shines no more

You forgot
About little wooden house
Floating underneath
I'm gullible mouse
Thought I was protected
But the cracks became infected
Accident or not
My foundation's going to rot

Get on your dancing shoes
I'm ready to die

I thought I could rely

On the protector of life to provide

But since I'm floating underneath

I guess I can not

Because I'm sitting under

I give out a hurricane sigh

As my foundation rots

You forgot

About little wooden house

Floating underneath

I'm gullible mouse

Thought I was protected

But the cracks became infected

Accident or not

My foundation's gong to rot

So put on your dancing shoes

I'm going to die

Wait a sec before you come for

Me 

Waiting, wading inside the 

Streets

Build me on stilts to keep me

Clean

But your sordid record

And broken promises and severed sectors

Makes we want to cry

Put on your dancing shoes, I am to die

So when ever if you ever think of

Little house floating underneath,

I won't expect you to save me from this grief

Mexican waters slowly lap at my feet

Wear your nicest suit and report the feat

You forgot 

About little wooden house

Floating underneath

I'm gullible mouth

Thought I was protected

But the cracks became infected

Accident or not

My foundation's going to rot

So shine up your dancing shoes

I'm going to die.

September 23

Lines in the face of The Dracula keep people out of recognition. The Dracula has gained new strengths, has become everyone and no one. The Dracula has felt everything, while lying in his dead state. Are we The Dracula?

September 22

Society is a disease that has just kept... adapting and adapting... until it swallowed every antibiotic made and in the works...