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Shattered glass and troubled winds Fear maintains persistence

Hysteria, muted
Alone, and rebutted
Latching onto resistance

Desperate, for fun
Out goes my heart;
Here I am, pint of ***

The night has yet been dark
The mood is nothing, but dreary
Our lives have only begun

Patient hearts have untrue intentions
Acceptence, for only a night of pleasure

Shadows hide a past of gloom and spite
Morning creeps, and souls, they scramble beneath

The poor, the lonely unwanted soul;
They see no clear reality

They roam helpless and scarred
They are indubitably unsure

We are here
Gone
He held on all night.
The crystal was attached by a string
which his guides attached to a rope
held by his higher self.

In the morning he killed another dinosaur.
He ate its carcass raw.
Meditating in the crystal star light
he dreamed about the days when language
would describe his existence to children.

Far in the future they will know of us.
Children will be fed stories and know
the lizards are among them still.
The children's books will be of great importance.
Look to them for solutions from the grave.
Because it’s your smile, and your eyes
That’s all I need, to decide,
Who I want to be with for the rest of my life
Who I want to proudly shout out and say, “she’s my wife”
And you’re the only woman left, who I wanna call misses right
The only woman out there who I think about at night
The only woman out there who’s worth all the fight
See I’m not lookin’ for ***
Don’t want you as my ex
Cause baby when we together
Me and you?!...we CONNECT
Like toast and eggs, like butter and bread
I’ll make this all if you want, I’ll make you breakfast in bed
Then you can work it out while you runnin’ through my head [lol]
But the love we once had is makin’ me all red
Cause I’m over here mad at myself
And I’m over here thinkin', "how can this girl forget the feelings we've felt?"
I have no direction because I’m lost without your help
Like ice outta the freezer I fall apart and I melt
Down, when you’re not around
My heart leaps outta my chest and crashes straight to the ground
And it always killed me to see you frown
I was supposed to be your king until I threw away the crown
I messed up, but I’m sorry
I apologize to you right now and you won’t ever have to worry
About the past, because we’ll keep it in the past
And this break up we have right now? we can throw it in the past!
Cause I want me and you to last
I want your kids to call me, “dad”
And I someday hope to have the 3rd part of my name, your last...

come back to me...
spoken word poem that I actually performed in front of her the same day I wrote it [last friday 07/08/12]. thought I'd go ahead and share this.
racism and stereotypes
I’m not chief keef but that’s that **** I don’t like
especially when I’m judged like when people say that I don’t “look right”
cause I tell I’m samoan so I’m supposed to be big and strong
and playing some stereotypical sport like football
it’s just an ethnicity, like anyone else, relax
but on a more serious note, I feel bad for the blacks
tell me why a few weeks ago, my roommate is walkin’ down on mill ave.
and he sees some girl sittin’ alone so he comes over cause he just wants to chat
but as soon as he approaches her, she gets all tense and afraid
cause she’s over here fabricating some image that he’s some kind of troublemaker, like the dude from the movie crash, you know the one with the braids?
I find that **** ludicrous
that many people out there judge off the color of someone’s skin and think they knew all of it
all of who you are and all of how you act
so you supposed to be a gangsta on the streets cause you young and you black
or the only explanation for the brotha with the beemer is he be workin’ that corner sellin’ out dime sacks from his nike knapsack or maybe he’s just one of those cats that likes to rap and occasionally slangs crack
but no, he can’t be no college educated man
he’s wearing a nike outfit and his skin is all black
and don’t even get me started on all the idiots that judge Hispanics and call ‘em wetbacks
what the hell is wrong with this world?
latinos are arguably the hardest working people around
but jose and carlos must be illegal cause they’re holding a shovel and their skin is all brown
so let’s get a group of racist ******* to push sheriff joe arpaio to introduce sb1070
good job Arizona, you’re now the most hated state in the country
cause we don’t like Mexicans cause they’re taking all the jobs that we could have had
but let’s skip the fact that they’re willing to work twice as hard for half the pay with no insurance to cover their back
how do you disrespect anyone, who’s willing to do all that?
and as we go over these issues with all the minorities
racists begin to develop a sense of hate for those that make up the majority
the white people
this girl in class may have not have been paying attention or got an easy question wrong
so let’s just whisper under our breath that she’s just another “dumb blonde”
let’s just assume that she’s daddy’s spoiled little girl cause she has a coach bag
and that she has a lotta of money, no rhythm, and above all no ***
and her daddy’s daddy’s daddy must have owned slaves back in the day
so I’mma use that against her if she ever misbehaves
and act like the majority of her people haven’t matured past that stage
and since they seem like their living well, it must be safe to assume that they were born privileged
and that they’re completely oblivious to the sufferings of other races and completely ethnocentric
*******
all these stereotypes and racist assumptions, *******
why can’t we,
live in a colorblind society,
where all races can connect without the animosity?
well, the answer is, we can, but it starts from us
stop the racism, stop the stereotypes, stop the hate, and begin to trust
in people of all colors with different mothers
like the cliché goes, don’t judge a book by its cover
so just because he ain’t a brother
that don’t mean you gotta give him the cold shoulder
so, if everyone can, I need yall to do me a favor,
I need you to love you, love him, and even love me
love her, love them, love everyone equally
and as for me? I’mma just be me
regardless of what people assume, I have the right to act freely
cause I’m not trynna be the center of attention or the definition of perfection
I’m just strivin’ to be proud of what I see in my reflection…
spoken word poem I performed at the ASU welcome black poetry explosion 2012 event. wrote this only a few days before the event so it's a rushed job. indulge anyways haha.

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