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Puppy Dog Love Video

Posted on April 28th, 2009 by The King.
Categories: POEMS.

So here’s the video of me actually reciting the Def Jam poetry!

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Puppy Dog Love

Posted on April 26th, 2009 by The King.
Categories: Life, POEMS.

So inspired by the recent def jam poetry I’ve been watching on Youtube, I wanted to write something similar. And I wanted to make a video. It turns out, i suck at making videos, so I’m just gonna give you guys my def jam.

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Ah those were the days,
When the weekends seemed too long, weekdays not long enough.
When you could only see your love in school because you still had a curfew.
Your first kiss, the first true laugh, the first true smile, the first time you said, “I love you” and truly meant it.
The world couldn’t bring you down, You were in LOVE!

Everyone remembers the nervous walk in the park together. Every step taken precariously, every movement monitored, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. Your palms sweaty, all five senses on full throttle, not missing a sound made, a word spoken, an action done. Your mind working in over-drive, every question replied to, every joke laughed at, every story heard, understood and engraved into memory. You’ve never been so scared but you’ve never felt so happy.

What about the time you lied to your parents and went on your first date. Your mom asks you why you’re dressing up so much, but you say, “It’s how I always dress.” Deep down inside, you dress like a girl for prom, the prince about to get crowned king, the physicist whose been working for 30 years and finally won the Nobel Prize. You dressed like your life depended on it and the future, past, present were all condensed into this one day, this one night, and you HAD to look amazing…

Once you’re dressed you check everything, double check, triple check. Everything had to be perfect. I wish I had gotten that haircut, God I need new shoes, does this shirt look bad? Do I smell? Nah, I already took a shower twice. /pause/ Let me put some more cologne on.

You go out on your date, making sure to open all doors, pull out all chairs, don’t curse, don’t cuss, don’t be stupid, tip the waiter. The date goes on, the night grows deeper, your worries burn inside you. Soon you have to drop her off, do you kiss her? Do you not? Do you hug her? Do you not? A full on hug or a gentle meeting of the shoulders and then air kisses? What if you smell bad? The nights been long and the cologne had to wear off sometime. It happens finally, a hug and a kiss on the check. You’ve never felt so accomplished.

Who forgets the first time you two were alone in a room. You know you both want it, but should you make the move? What if she thinks you’re only in it for the sex? The two of you sitting there awkwardly, hand in hand, but not a word to say. You lean in, you go for it, you kiss her. Probably the best kiss you’ve ever had. The kiss leads to more, your hands explore, your mind in a mellow state of calm, but at the same time it’s going crazy. You’re calm like a dove. No you’re fierce like a tiger on a hunt, on the prowl for more. Hormones rage through you like the Nile, Ganges, the amazon all combined. Should I enjoy what I have? Should I stop? Does my breathe smell bad?…

You and her are under the covers, like two animals playing in the Savannah. The world doesn’t mean anything to you, everything you want, everything you need is right there in your arms, loving you, kissing you, caressing you, life’s never been so beautiful.

Everyone remembers their puppy dog love, the late night phone calls that lasted till the wee hours of the morning, the long walks on the beach, the running in the rain, the lying on the grass. Buying flowers for no reason, cookies just for love. To live for love and love the life you live.

But when did we lose that love? When did flowers stop saying “I love you” and cookies stop meaning “Please forgive me, I am an idiot: When did we give up on love, stopped believing in sappy love songs, home made love cards, poetry so naïve and childish? Where along the way did I lose this love and how do I get it back?

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I wonder…

Posted on March 1st, 2009 by The King.
Categories: Life.

I wonder if she still thinks about me. If she ever picks up the phone, starts dialing my number and then suddenly stops. I wonder if she secretly checks my Facebook to see if I’m alright, or reads my Aim status message. I wonder if she deleted me off her Aim just so that she couldn’t see my name and be reminded of me.

I wonder if she’ll call me on my birthday, to tell me happy birthday. Or will she just rather leave me a facebook message just like all the other acquaintances that really don’t remember the date but just do it for obligations. I don’t think she would do that… I hope she doesn’t.

I wonder if she ever just walks down the road and tries to find me in the crowd. To see if by accident she would just bump into me, or see my face to know I’m alright. If she thinks about me just because she cares about me.

I wonder if she just wants a sign to know that I still care for her, miss her.

I wish she would show me a sign, I need a sign.

I wonder…

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happy 18th…

Posted on February 18th, 2009 by The King.
Categories: Everything and Anything!!!.

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A Walk On The Other Side

Posted on February 18th, 2009 by The King.
Categories: POEMS.

I walked into a house,
Crowded and small,
It smelled of molds,
With barely any space to crawl.

There was a family of eight
Living in the cramped room,
They came to America to pursue their dream,
But only faced poverty and doom.

The kids lying there in beds of rock,
They were stricken with disease,
Trying to hold onto their lives,
Before God, and on their knees.

The parents holding them in their arms,
Just as frail and weak,
They lie there with their sick kids,
With not a single word to speak.

These men and women came to New York,
With hopes so sincere,
But with all the hardships they faced,
Their dreams seemed to disappear.

Now in this close, damp air,
Their faces filled with grief,
They ponder what their life will be like,
Their life suddenly so brief.

And as I walked out of the house,
My lungs grasping for air,
I looked around me in the hallway,
And realized this wasn’t rare.

Because all around me were similar rooms,
With air so dark and damp,
Every room just like the other,
Every one a concentration camp.

All along the city,
Houses like these were there,
And all I could think to myself,
Was life wasn’t fair.

We need to change this place,
We need to improve,
All these horrible conditions,
We need to remove.

I wrote this poem to capture the emotions felt by the public when they first saw these horrible conditions. I wanted to write the poem as if I were seeing the horrible tenements for the first time or if I were a writer of that time period trying to describe the housing conditions to the public through my poem.

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