It's been a While

I have really neglected this blog. Not that many people follow it but some people have asked. I wrote a poem tonight/ this morning. Its the first poem I've written in about four or five months. It was about a thunder storm. I only wrote it because a friend asked me to. Here it is.

The Midnight Storm

Matchless infinite splendor
Fill my eyes as I look up
Into the dark sea that is the night sky
I wonder about the many entities
That this beautiful sea holds
In it's mysterious waves
A cloud rolls in
Then another
Soon this sea is filled
With dark, mysterious clouds
I hear a loud noise in the distance
A storm
I lay and wait,
Looking up at the sea
Then a drop falls upon my forehead
Then another and another
A light flashes, the booming sound is closer now
I get excited
A storm
As the wind picks up
And the rain falls in torrents
I lay on the wet grass and smile
Lightening flashes, illuminating the area around me
Thunder, lightening, rain and wind
Heavy, pregnant clouds producing
The most beautiful midnight storm

I enjoyed writing it... And it only took me all of about 5 minutes. Freestyle poetry. I don't even know how I got it done because I usually don't write very well when asked to write. I usually have to be in the mood. I guess my brain decided that I needed to write something.

In other news, I love music. Not that you don't already know that. But I have been falling in love for the first time and again with these old school (and pre-2005) rappers and some new upcoming, unsigned, unknown hypes. A Tribe Called Quest, Common, Talib Kweli, Proven, B-Shaa Akori and Meth and Red just to name a few. I sat at home for most of the day yesterday and just listened to music. I completed my Common discography and discovered that one of my classmates from jr. high has a great old school, 90's, almost Kid' n' Play flow (B-Shaa).
Now I have just come to realize that I have about four junior high school classmates/ friends who are aspiring artists: Sahir, Branden, Elwin and Dudley. These guys have potential to go far in the music world. I'm actually really hype about B-shaa (Branden). Even though I've only heard one song and a few beats from him, I see potential. I think that the people like me who value old school, 90's rap will embrace him. Even though throwback flows aren't the mainstream, you have to realize that artists make music for a certain audience: the audience that appreciates their style of music. His music may not appeal to the "Stanky Leg, Booty Dew, Soulja Boy" appreciators audience but it will reach the fundamental, old school lovers.
Dudley, I have spoken about. D.Julien. His music is real. Dope. Coolio. He doesn't profess to be a gangster. He doesn't rap about crimes, money, cars or hoes. Just about real things that go on in life. THIS is what real rap is supposed to be. He has a modern flow that is nice and his lyrics are on point. He doesn't pull a Weezy and add in random BS to fill up bar space. Every bar has a meaning. He can make it in the music world.
Sahir (City) and Elwin (Don Jay) have a little more ways to go but I see great potential in these two. City's flow has gotten better since two years ago and his beats are on point. Don Jay has a great delivery and smooth lyrics. I really look forward to seeing these two progress and develop into great artists.
On to my N.I. Proven. I've liked him ever since I heard him on the Demev tape First Order of Business on the song 'Talk About Me'. He's an amazing artist with a great flow, dope lyrics and a smooth delivery. He just put out a solo mixtape called Napoleon's Complex. It is honestly one of the best solo mixtapes that I've heard in a while. I bump that shxt on a daily basis. All the songs are good but my favourite ones are Prove Love, Enjoy The Moment ft B/A, One Night, Murdered and So High. Even though these are my favourite, all the songs are worth listening to. He has a new tape coming out soon called Aviator. I got a little sneak preview of a few songs that are gonna be on it on Saturday. Me and my P.I.C. (partner in crime), Green, went to see him up in Harlem on Saturday. It was a very short visit as it was very late and trains had to be caught but it was coolio. He's hella coolio. Just a normal guy and such. Green is in love with him now..... And she is catching on the the likes of my musical taste. I'm glad I can share it with someone. Well, I've asked Prove to let me sing on a tack one day. Hopefully that day comes soon. I've been frikking dying to record a track and even if its not my own , I'd be happy.

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Everyone over the age of 17 with a valid ID must see The Hangover. You know those comedies that have you laughing at certain parts every now and again? We Hangover isn't that. Hangover will have you laughing like a fool in the movie theatre ever minute of the movie. Some people say that its overrated. It is not. It is absolutely amazing. A must see, along with Year One, or so I hear.

Well, the sun is rising and the children wake up in like a half hour or so to get ready for school so I best be heading off to sleepy world. I'll post properly this summer.

Until next time,
One, Deuces, TR3YS!!!!!

Poetry Is....

I haven't updated in a while so I have an essay for you. Its nice. Got me a B+.


I believe that poetry is everything and anything. Some people say that poetry is art. Some say that poetry is an escape or a mouthpiece for emotions. Poetry is all that and so much more. Poetry is speech to the dumb, eyes to the emotionally blind and nerves for the paralytic. Poetry allows people to live and give life to abstract things.
In “homage to my hips” by Lucille Clifton, the speaker aggrandizes her hips. She tells us that her hips are big and free. “they don’t fit into little petty places. these hips are free hips. they don’t like to be held back. This is what poetry is. Poetry is unrestricted. It is made big by the amount of feeling, emotion and meaning that it should contain. Poetry is not planned and cannot thrive when it is restricted. “they do what they want to do.” As a reader, you cannot tell poetry what to do and what feelings to beckon. After the pen leaves the paper the poem can do whatever it wishes like a person who is not enslaved. “these hips are magic hips. i have known them to put a spell on a man…” Poetry is magic. It can put a spell on you that will allow you to feel the emotions of the poet, bring back memories or understand the poet and even yourself a little more.
Archibald Macleish said that “Poetry should be equal to: not true.” At first glance, you would think that equal and true mean the same thing. But, alas, they have different meanings. One USD is equal to, but not the same as, around 70 Jamaican dollars. This is poetry. The poet doesn’t say ‘the flower is red’. Instead the poet says ‘The beautiful crimson coloured bloom.’ They mean the same thing but are not the same thing. “A poem should be motionless in time as the moon climbs.” This is one of my favourite lines in this poem. When you look at a full moon an any given night it seems so stationary but if you walk outside a half an hour later it is in a different spot. Poetry is like this. You might think that the poem isn’t going anywhere but when you look back, you realize how much it moved you and how many feelings it evoked from you. It’s also beautiful and alluring like the moon.
Lastly, “A poem should not mean but be.” This is a valid and profound statement, poetic in itself. Since poetry is the reflection of another human being, it makes sense for it to be. You would walk up to a person and say that they mean. “You mean beautiful” does not make sense. Poetry is like a human in its state of being. “You are beautiful.” Meaning is relative while existing is absolute. Robert Frost will always be Robert Frost (dead or alive). However what he means to every individual is totally different. Poets should focus on the state of the poetry’s being because poetry is so free that they cannot control what it means to each person. Its understanding is to be understood by the reader.
“For Once Then Something by Robert Frost portrays a wonderful meaning and way for a poem to be understood: through humility. You can research and dig and ask as many questions as you would like but if you have a haughty mind state you will not be able to fully understand a poem. According to Frost, only humility will allow you to understand. Humility will reveal the poems meaning and significance.

Poetry*

This is a paper/speech that I wrote yesterday for English class. I feel that it is poetic in itself.

I believe that poetry is everything and anything. Some people say that poetry is art. Some say that poetry is an escape or a mouthpiece for emotions. Poetry is all that and so much more. Poetry is speech to the dumb, eyes to the emotionally blind and nerves for the paralytic. Poetry allows people to live and give life to abstract things.
In “homage to my hips” by Lucille Clifton, the speaker aggrandizes her hips. She tells us that her hips are big and free. “they don’t fit into little petty places. these hips are free hips. they don’t like to be held back. This is what poetry is. Poetry is unrestricted. It is made big by the amount of feeling, emotion and meaning that it should contain. Poetry is not planned and cannot thrive when it is restricted. “they do what they want to do.” As a reader, you cannot tell poetry what to do and what feelings to beckon. After the pen leaves the paper the poem can do whatever it wishes like a person who is not enslaved. “these hips are magic hips. i have known them to put a spell on a man…” Poetry is magic. It can put a spell on you that will allow you to feel the emotions of the poet, bring back memories or understand the poet and even yourself a little more.
Archibald Macleish said that “Poetry should be equal to: not true.” At first glance, you would think that equal and true mean the same thing. But, alas, they have different meanings. One USD is equal to, but not the same as, around 70 Jamaican dollars. This is poetry. The poet doesn’t say ‘the flower is red’. Instead the poet says ‘The beautiful crimson coloured bloom.’ They mean the same thing but are not the same thing. “A poem should be motionless in time as the moon climbs.” This is one of my favourite lines in this poem. When you look at a full moon an any given night it seems so stationary but if you walk outside a half an hour later it is in a different spot. Poetry is like this. You might think that the poem isn’t going anywhere but when you look back, you realize how much it moved you and how many feelings it evoked from you. It’s also beautiful and alluring like the moon.
Lastly, “A poem should not mean but be.” This is a valid and profound statement, poetic in itself. Since poetry is the reflection of another human being, it makes sense for it to be. You would walk up to a person and say that they mean. “You mean beautiful” does not make sense. Poetry is like a human in its state of being. “You are beautiful.” Meaning is relative while existing is absolute. Robert Frost will always be Robert Frost (dead or alive). However what he means to every individual is totally different. Poets should focus on the state of the poetry’s being because poetry is so free that they cannot control what it means to each person. Its understanding is to be understood by the reader.
“For Once Then Something by Robert Frost portrays a wonderful meaning and way for a poem to be understood: through humility. You can research and dig and ask as many questions as you would like but if you have a haughty mind state you will not be able to fully understand a poem. According to Frost, only humility will allow you to understand. Humility will reveal the poems meaning and significance.


Needless to say, I enjoy poetry.
Until next time,
One, Deuces, Tr3ys.....

Tanning, The 80's, Currently Listening To... and Such

I know I haven't updated in a bit. Sorry about that (Chris). I've been very busy lately. Currently, I am sitting in a tanning salon. No, I am not getting a tan. My roomie is. She came back from Long beach a couple weeks ago with a tan and figured she'd keep it up. I kinda feel odd sitting here but ,alas, who cares? I'm getting free wireless and catching up on stuff.*Currently Listening to: A Yo by Method Man ft. Redman*
So next week at school we have Spirit Week. The days go as follows: Twin Day(as per tradition, the whole senior class dresses alike),Super Hero/Villain Day, Nerd Day, Decade Day(we seniors have the 80's), and Class Colour Day(Blue). (BTW, my leg is asleep. Just saying.) I plan to go all out for Decade day and my glasses for Nerd Day are amazing. The are nerdly sexy. The thing is, I think I'd wear them out. I think.
For Super Hero/ Villain day I'm going to wear my Batman cape from Six Flags. SEXY!!!* Currently Listening To: I Love College by Asher Roth* For Class Colour day I'm going to wear jeans and my Dr. Seuss t shirt. I'll have pictures after. I think.
Ok, so I feel that my taste in music is amazing. I think I've said that already. dig Daddy Kane, Charlie, Cudi, Jiggaman, Esco. My taste in music is dope. I feel that I can be defined as a true raphead. I mean, I like good music, not BS. I can't stand BS music. I was planning a school party withe the Activities Committee and John said that he had Chicken Noodle Soup and Crank That and such songs. I told him that when they played i would walk out. I've done it before. I just can't stand it. I rather listen to music that has some type of meaning to it. Some type of amazing lyricism. I'm a no- nonsense raphead. I love it. *Still Got It For Cheap by Clinton Sparks ft. Clipse**Legacy by J.Means, Isa and Charles Hamilton*
Tomorrow, I will post a poetry thing that I did for class. Naturally, I love poetry. Some of my favourite poets are John Donne, Robert Frost and Langston Hughes. I startes writing an essay about what I believe about poetry for class. I think I'll post that too. Maybe. *So Fresh, So Fly by B/A,J.Means,and Show Tufli* <--I love this song!!!!

Also, You MUST watch The Office. Its amazing. I love Creed and Jim and Dwight. Amazing show. anywho, I'll post later. My roomie is done tanning and we're leaving now.

So until next time.....*Night & Day by Show TuFli(Demevolist)*
One, Deuces, Tr3ys

It Fell Out Of My Pen

So, as I was writing my English research paper last night, words to a song popped into my head. I promptly wrote them down and repeatedly sang over the melody as not to forget it. "I used to think about you all the time/ I used to think that you'd be only mine/ But then we left and went our seperate ways/ And I never thought I'd see you again today/ Now I realize I miss you..." I never really noticed untill now how much I'm inspired by certain events. I didn't even have to really think about the words. They just came to me, sorta just flowed out of my pen.

So now about the inspiration. Ty Brown. Ninth grade. Seven months. quite frankly, it was the best relationship I've ever been in. The guys after him could never measure up to his status. I have yet to find a guy so forgiving, unique, funny, smart, good looking (but not arrogant about it), and loveable. He came up behind me yesturday when I was looking for my old Living Envirionment (Bio) teacher and said "Someone got taler." I didn't even recognize him until I turned around. After that first inital look I couln't look at him anymore and I sorta walked away. But I was in total shock. He looked better than he did two and a half years ago. We ended up talking for a bit later on and he said I am now officially black in his book (He claimed that I used to act like a white girl. I have no clue why). He commented on my nails (I got lots of comments about them) and the tightness of my jeans (which weren't that tight) and asked me about school and what I planned on doing with my life and such truck. It was a wonderful conversation.

But one of the things that stood out to me while we were talking was this guy across the tables kicks. They were sexy. I asked him later on what they were and he told me that they were Supra Vaiders. I'd never seen Supra's in such colors or in that style for that matter-purple and gold.

I looked 'em up and they were $92. Not bad. Maybe I should write a song about kicks. I just might. =)

The New V-Lo

So, I've recently been inspired to renew the old me. As in bring back the old me but make her better. Better style, better poetics, better person -- All original. The timing for the new V-Lo has to be perfect. I think I'm going to pop out here and there with little slivers of creative genius then I will give them the whole package. This is a long time coming. It's just that being up over in school has dulled me. Since I go there in 10th grade I haven't written anything great and Ive stopped caring about my writing and my style. It's as if my mind had a creativity switch and SBS turned it off. Its sad, but as the same with mntal illnessses, once you realizethe probelm you can work to solve it. I like lists so I'm going to list ways I can solve my issues.
1- Find poetry clubs
2- Write and have people critique it
3- Read/ listen to other people poetics
4- Find time to work with City on developing lyrics
5- Keep listening to real rap...The one with actual messages

Style-wise, there is only one solution: Buy whatever I like. Even in my state of not caring I realize that my stlye is different from most of the people I know. I don't follow trends or what's in. My motto: If you like it, buy it. It doesn't matter if the stars are wearing it or if it cost 20 million dollars. all that matters is that you look good. I've always followed that.





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