Dull Pain

If this is your first time reading this blog, check out this short poem that I just wrote and leave me a comment. Also please  send a contribution so that I can get the publishing of my book completed

thanks dave

Dull Pain

No heart no emotion no cure for pain

Cold is the mental ice the veins

Up an down a few floors and what remains

 

The bitterness the scorn the heart is torn

Can’t get away from the day and the night forlorn

Look away from the past your regrets are gone

 

Could you pop popcorn or bake bread

Could you vacuum enough floors or make enough beds

Could you clean and scour before you begin to break

 

In the chest of a kitten is the heart of a falcon

And the deeper the picture the harder the outcome

You can’t touch the masses without corrective glasses

 

Mind your manners and begin to break ties

From those who hold the negative

like pans that bake pies.

 

 

END

 

 

 

 

 

Coming this friday I will have written a short one pager about Micheal Eric Dyson, as you know he is a strong advocate of positive hip hop culture and music. I don’t know much else about him so we can learn together.

 

I’m hoping to embed some video and get some usefull information from the good ole wikipedia

also don’t forget to check out Jadkiss new album which seems to be creating a monster buzz

and it looks like jim jones has some kind off documentaries coming out they don’t seem to be very positive in my personal opinion, but they do show his marketing genius so if you can learn something from them check them out.

 

 

 

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we wear the mask (remix)

Paul Laurence Dunbar is one of my favorite poets
He wrote a poem called we wear the mask
I can really feel this poem
so i copied his poem and wrote my own personal responses to all of his statements for your own entertainment
this is like the we wear the mask remix by dave  [italic ours]

WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
But what would happen if we took it off
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
I know but this mask is heavy and i can’t feel my face
This debt we pay to human guile;
I don’t owe nobody nothing
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
Inside I feel a frown
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
I’m really thinking forget this i just want to quit

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
But when i see others of the brethren
I hear there sighs and we recognize if only for a moment
that mask migh not be a necessary component

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
let me take off this mask and answer those who ask


To thee from tortured souls arise.
let me tell them what my real plight is

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

then let me dismiss this smile and put down this charm

 

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

my feet are tired and my eyes want to cry
But let the world dream otherwise,
forget it if this is how i survive they will never see my eyes
We wear the mask!
yes we do we wear the mask

adding my first poem

I promised that I would give this 100% right now that will just consist of me adding poetry that I wrote so if you are reading this leave a comment if you have any questions.

Hip Hop Generation

Go back where you belong this will fall on us
We are taking up the slack let it fall on us
If it’s our responsibility you can call on us
The food and the drink it’s all on us
The cars clothes and lifestyle it’s all on us
We got this the response time is minimal
and each and every one of us will stand as individuals

The fact is we did that for practice
Now things are serious and we are going to the mattress
We gone go ahead and stick it out like a cactus

We made the choice to step up to the plate
If you planned to bomb us you planned to late
This is the modest declaration of the plans we’ve made

Big boy’s stepping up raising our kids
Water bill paid lights on at the crib
Curtains on the windows sheets on the bed
Jordan’s on the kids feet daddy’s making bread
Momma’s in the mall call it her walk in closet
down at the bank making a deposit

Momma got the house decorated painted
and fully furnished
Daddy got a new hot water heater,
generator and a furnace

Watch me boy I’m giving you the real
3 kids two cars we got families to build

You could walk away now but then you miss the good part
Like picking up your baby girl from the first day of head start

Girl you could leave your man because he has no ambition
Or you can talk to him like Anita Baker or
Lena Horne make him really want to listen

You hate your baby daddy
Leave him on the curb with his boys
Then when he gets sucked down the drain
What you gone tell his little boy

You hate your baby mama
Let her and her mom raise your kids
and when your daughter becomes bitter
and your son becomes a coward
Then you can reconcile with yourself
in a motel six shower

You don’t know what that means?
That’s when those regrets rain on your head
And you ask yourself
Why am I here when I should be there instead?

Whether I go platinum or plastic
I’m focused like a laser beam
so you could say I’ve gone plasmic

It’s our responsibility to pick ourselves up
I’m starting with the books on the library shelves
My plan is to change the face of an author
Hip hop has a way of defining its own scholars
so give me a couple years and a few dollars
I’ll be a blurb in the vibe magazine

Just don’t call me a lazy no good slacker
Don’t call me a dead beat father
Don’t call me the imaginary author
The one walking around with good ideas but just talking
I’m trying to be the next Booker T Washington
Tavis Smiley, Micheal Eric Dyson
The Lyrical Mike Tyson
Of this Hip Hop Generation