Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Health starts with food
I am so passionate about healthier food options in low income areas. I hope that the government could focus money in a way that subsidize the elements in the food pyramid proportionally for the optimal health of individuals. Take a look Another View of Why You're Fat
Monday, March 15, 2010
Yelawolf and B.o.B
Here is Yelawolf and B.o.B performing at Old Smith Bar. I been following these two artists for the past year. I am so proud to support local ATL music.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Breezing through Life
I was cleaning up my room the other day and ran across an old English class project I did back in high school.The task was to pick a style/ rhyme pattern and write. I choose the simplest one AABB. It is one of my first poems. It was written on 3/4/2000. It a very interesting thing to look back on work you have written, especially 10 years ago. I mean geez I was 14 yrs old. Ok here it is.
For he is an old soul trapped in a sinful body
Sedrick’s life came and went and he was not a noddy
The 29th of April he brought into this world
Not eager, not excited, he was glad he wasn’t a girl
Princess and Etienne were his mom and dad
At Grady Hospital they were glad
They were not together very long
Divorce was coming that was wrong
At about five his grandmother died
Everyone but him bowed down and cried
He remembers his grandmother when she was alive
He has never forgot his grandmother since age five
He lived a happy life as an only child
He was very bright and nurtured for a while
But evil lies in every heart unnoticed to everyone
But good was greater than it and always won
He lived in Fulton County a place he loved very much
His preschool across the street and his teacher was Dutch
In walking distance everything was just across the street
His family ate and shopped in the same place but they listen to a different beat
He lived in Morris Mill
When he would sleep, everything was still
In his apartments he played with everyone and everyone played with him
They ran around, played Nintendo, and even used to swim
He rode the school bus everyday
In the back was where the big kids used to play
He was very little when he sat down
He would try everyday but his feet never touched the ground
His bus passed over a bridge in the street
It was hit from the back and crash was not neat
Everyone was screaming up and down the aisle
One boy’s neck was cut open and he was bleeding for a while
This accident was on TV
He would remember the accident but only what he could see
His mom came to the accident
She picked him up and off they went
Life was short there he lived there for 5 to 6 years he thinks
The next thing he knows he’s moving in two or three weeks
He would being skipped from Kindergarten to the 5th grade
But the memory of this class he went to everyday seem to fade
Although he was very smart there was more he wanted to know
He liked nature and wanted to be a viceroy
First grade in a new school came along
He learned the ABC’s and a new song
He did not have many friends in this new school
He had only one friend named Redel who acted like a fool
The chicken pox claimed his whole class
He was a victim of this great contagious mass
He likes to play Nintendo a lot
He had the blaster gun and the game where the ducks got shot
He liked Mario Borthers 1, 2, and 3
He loved when Mario had a star and got invincibility
In the second grade he was part of the crew
The traffic light in the Cafeteria went off when we got loud too
Mrs. Stanford was his teacher for a year
When she got mad she caused great fear
It was third grade he went through
And cursive he learned too
There were many problems curving lines
But after a while his writing seemed fine
Sedrick never played any sports at this time
He was heathly and not must continue this rhyme
Baggy pants were the style
No one knew this style was going to be here a while
Then came Sega Genesis
Sonic the Hedgehog and Dr. Robotnik his evil nemesis
Street Fighter came out with Ryu and Ken
The object of the game was to beat M. Bison and win
4th grade came along with no fear
But there were obstacles this year
He learned many things form Mr. Bouquette
So many skills attained he will never regret
He wrote stories this quarter
Everyone came from his imagination without any order
But his stories were not yet up to perfection
He went back to every one and did he corrections
Fifth grade would be the last year in elementary
Also in 5 years he would start a new century
In his science class they did many experiments
These experiments took skill and good judgment
Field Day was a day for which he could not wait
But too bad he sprained he ankle and could not participate
He watched the whole day pass in despair
He was sitting down resting his ankle in a chair
How he was going to be in new place
He’s now in the M to M program and a new school he must face
At Henderson he would be in the 6th grade
And his school records that were supposed to be sent were delayed
He started to enjoy his new surroundings
But his math grades were not astounding
This would be his first and last year in this school
He graduated with a president’s award and that was very cool
He was going to the new school down the street
He would spend 7th and 8th grade there and new friends he must meet
He was accepted into the Magnet program now
In his new class playing was not allowed
This year he would train to be on next’s year’s football team
The competition he would face is unlike what it seemed
His training would pay off this upcoming year
In the first game of the season he was struck with fear.
This was the first time he had ever run the ball
And the other team’s player’s had to be at least 6ft tall
Henderson vs. Peachtree was the best game of the season
He made two game saving touchdowns that’s the reason
This was his first touchdown of the year
Everyone was happy for him and the principal cheered
Nicos also scored two touchdowns that day
Even though they lost, in his mind they won he would say
Field Day was an awaited event
It was filled with excitement
He would go on that day to win the 50 yard dash
He was the only one to set a school record from his class
The end of the year had finally come
He would miss his teachers but only some
Some of his friends went to Tucker he doesn’t know why
But to Henderson Middle he must say goodbye
Now he is going to Lakeside
While he is at Lakeside he has learned about riptides
The football team this year was not good
But next year’s team will play as they should
He is trying to finish this autobiography
But it is really hard to find the right photography
Also another obstacle he must overcome is to rhyme
If he waits any longer he is going to run out of time
Mrs. Asher is the homework Queen
A day without homework is unseen
But he has learned a lot from this class
He has learned to reduce air pollution by using lead-free gas
Mrs. Sanders’ class is really tough
It he doesn’t make good grades things at home will get rough
He has to make amends with his soul
This is and will be his goal
This autobiographical poem has finally finished
He has said all that could be said and now he must diminish
His life has just begun and there’s a lot to be done
He will hope and pray that he will have fun.
For he is an old soul trapped in a sinful body
Sedrick’s life came and went and he was not a noddy
The 29th of April he brought into this world
Not eager, not excited, he was glad he wasn’t a girl
Princess and Etienne were his mom and dad
At Grady Hospital they were glad
They were not together very long
Divorce was coming that was wrong
At about five his grandmother died
Everyone but him bowed down and cried
He remembers his grandmother when she was alive
He has never forgot his grandmother since age five
He lived a happy life as an only child
He was very bright and nurtured for a while
But evil lies in every heart unnoticed to everyone
But good was greater than it and always won
He lived in Fulton County a place he loved very much
His preschool across the street and his teacher was Dutch
In walking distance everything was just across the street
His family ate and shopped in the same place but they listen to a different beat
He lived in Morris Mill
When he would sleep, everything was still
In his apartments he played with everyone and everyone played with him
They ran around, played Nintendo, and even used to swim
He rode the school bus everyday
In the back was where the big kids used to play
He was very little when he sat down
He would try everyday but his feet never touched the ground
His bus passed over a bridge in the street
It was hit from the back and crash was not neat
Everyone was screaming up and down the aisle
One boy’s neck was cut open and he was bleeding for a while
This accident was on TV
He would remember the accident but only what he could see
His mom came to the accident
She picked him up and off they went
Life was short there he lived there for 5 to 6 years he thinks
The next thing he knows he’s moving in two or three weeks
He would being skipped from Kindergarten to the 5th grade
But the memory of this class he went to everyday seem to fade
Although he was very smart there was more he wanted to know
He liked nature and wanted to be a viceroy
First grade in a new school came along
He learned the ABC’s and a new song
He did not have many friends in this new school
He had only one friend named Redel who acted like a fool
The chicken pox claimed his whole class
He was a victim of this great contagious mass
He likes to play Nintendo a lot
He had the blaster gun and the game where the ducks got shot
He liked Mario Borthers 1, 2, and 3
He loved when Mario had a star and got invincibility
In the second grade he was part of the crew
The traffic light in the Cafeteria went off when we got loud too
Mrs. Stanford was his teacher for a year
When she got mad she caused great fear
It was third grade he went through
And cursive he learned too
There were many problems curving lines
But after a while his writing seemed fine
Sedrick never played any sports at this time
He was heathly and not must continue this rhyme
Baggy pants were the style
No one knew this style was going to be here a while
Then came Sega Genesis
Sonic the Hedgehog and Dr. Robotnik his evil nemesis
Street Fighter came out with Ryu and Ken
The object of the game was to beat M. Bison and win
4th grade came along with no fear
But there were obstacles this year
He learned many things form Mr. Bouquette
So many skills attained he will never regret
He wrote stories this quarter
Everyone came from his imagination without any order
But his stories were not yet up to perfection
He went back to every one and did he corrections
Fifth grade would be the last year in elementary
Also in 5 years he would start a new century
In his science class they did many experiments
These experiments took skill and good judgment
Field Day was a day for which he could not wait
But too bad he sprained he ankle and could not participate
He watched the whole day pass in despair
He was sitting down resting his ankle in a chair
How he was going to be in new place
He’s now in the M to M program and a new school he must face
At Henderson he would be in the 6th grade
And his school records that were supposed to be sent were delayed
He started to enjoy his new surroundings
But his math grades were not astounding
This would be his first and last year in this school
He graduated with a president’s award and that was very cool
He was going to the new school down the street
He would spend 7th and 8th grade there and new friends he must meet
He was accepted into the Magnet program now
In his new class playing was not allowed
This year he would train to be on next’s year’s football team
The competition he would face is unlike what it seemed
His training would pay off this upcoming year
In the first game of the season he was struck with fear.
This was the first time he had ever run the ball
And the other team’s player’s had to be at least 6ft tall
Henderson vs. Peachtree was the best game of the season
He made two game saving touchdowns that’s the reason
This was his first touchdown of the year
Everyone was happy for him and the principal cheered
Nicos also scored two touchdowns that day
Even though they lost, in his mind they won he would say
Field Day was an awaited event
It was filled with excitement
He would go on that day to win the 50 yard dash
He was the only one to set a school record from his class
The end of the year had finally come
He would miss his teachers but only some
Some of his friends went to Tucker he doesn’t know why
But to Henderson Middle he must say goodbye
Now he is going to Lakeside
While he is at Lakeside he has learned about riptides
The football team this year was not good
But next year’s team will play as they should
He is trying to finish this autobiography
But it is really hard to find the right photography
Also another obstacle he must overcome is to rhyme
If he waits any longer he is going to run out of time
Mrs. Asher is the homework Queen
A day without homework is unseen
But he has learned a lot from this class
He has learned to reduce air pollution by using lead-free gas
Mrs. Sanders’ class is really tough
It he doesn’t make good grades things at home will get rough
He has to make amends with his soul
This is and will be his goal
This autobiographical poem has finally finished
He has said all that could be said and now he must diminish
His life has just begun and there’s a lot to be done
He will hope and pray that he will have fun.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Young Man Grown Man
I have been recently been working on a poem about men and love. The inspiration has stemmed from personal deficiencies and from the corny but nostalgic romantic comedies I watch from time to time (When Harry met Sally, Death and Sex 101, Knocked Up, 40 yr old Virgin, etc.) And from my interest in watching people and their behaviors especially when it involves attraction, love, and the relationships men and women form. It is the most interesting poem I have written so far and also the longest one. I aim to explore and learn in the process of writing this poem. I hope to explore the male perspective on love and the difficulties that come with expressing this emotion. I probably will talk about women too cause what's a conversation about love without women. Anyway this is the first bit of it.
Young man Grown man, Do you know what love is?
What is that feeling?
Having never been taught to love but I didn’t question holding it in
Recipes for men often come incomplete made to seem simple blend
Leaving the cake to bake itself no love no yeast to rise
Like making a plant water itself underneath a cloudless sky
Free passes we are given
One for each and every not learning till it is ultimately necessary
Or after several broken hearts whether ours or theirs
Young man Grown man You do not own their heart
Your are given it
Wrap it in loyalty inspired by respect and affection
Young man Grown man, Do you know what love is?
What is that feeling?
Having never been taught to love but I didn’t question holding it in
Recipes for men often come incomplete made to seem simple blend
Leaving the cake to bake itself no love no yeast to rise
Like making a plant water itself underneath a cloudless sky
Free passes we are given
One for each and every not learning till it is ultimately necessary
Or after several broken hearts whether ours or theirs
Young man Grown man You do not own their heart
Your are given it
Wrap it in loyalty inspired by respect and affection
Can we pretend from now on that there is no yesterdays
If yesterday did not exist
Regret would be an unnecessary winter coat
On this escalator I hope to not look back
So I wince as hard as I can
Because I hear the world collapsing and pain colliding,
But while my eyes tear, I don’t cry
Trust bonds our hearts and hands brothers, sisters, lovers, mothers, and friends
I reach, clinch, and hope to embrace what was once
Leaving it, I don’t look back
Can we just start from here?
Distance whispers “can we pretend from now on that there is no yesterday?
Every glimpse back whips welts against my back
Amnesia is an unfortunately necessary ointment
To past actions that are less than popular complements
Applied to the mind like repainting sections on canvas
My painter’s hands stained with amnesia
where am I? and what was when?
But Ambition hopes without sunsets,
Causing my pocket-size flux capacitor light to start flashing
Scales for hands try to weigh future decisions
While eye shut confidence guides my next step
Eye witnesses question what is this “walk an unseen path concept?”
My escalator has no stairs
In Search of the Holy Grail this is the last crusade
How did he get from here to there with no hand rails?
What is now if there never was a then?
It is a possibility with a deficiency
It is a potential without passion
Lets re-learn to love, lets re-learn to live
Never to recall, never to remember but maybe we can forgive
Regret would be an unnecessary winter coat
On this escalator I hope to not look back
So I wince as hard as I can
Because I hear the world collapsing and pain colliding,
But while my eyes tear, I don’t cry
Trust bonds our hearts and hands brothers, sisters, lovers, mothers, and friends
I reach, clinch, and hope to embrace what was once
Leaving it, I don’t look back
Can we just start from here?
Distance whispers “can we pretend from now on that there is no yesterday?
Every glimpse back whips welts against my back
Amnesia is an unfortunately necessary ointment
To past actions that are less than popular complements
Applied to the mind like repainting sections on canvas
My painter’s hands stained with amnesia
where am I? and what was when?
But Ambition hopes without sunsets,
Causing my pocket-size flux capacitor light to start flashing
Scales for hands try to weigh future decisions
While eye shut confidence guides my next step
Eye witnesses question what is this “walk an unseen path concept?”
My escalator has no stairs
In Search of the Holy Grail this is the last crusade
How did he get from here to there with no hand rails?
What is now if there never was a then?
It is a possibility with a deficiency
It is a potential without passion
Lets re-learn to love, lets re-learn to live
Never to recall, never to remember but maybe we can forgive
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Slipping into Darkness
Everything goes black and my left chuck taylor foot slips
my knee hits the ground with so much pain
Damn! my levis are probably stained
these eyes of mine open to a soft focus on reality
my left heel then knee further sinks into the fantasy below
I tilt my head up to glimpse amber skies
I scream at the sun and moon
Polar to the constellation Taurus
I stand above against a desert of ink beneath me
Sagging further
sunless hues fill my view of these
Fantasies of mute colors melting the walls
again and again I fight this decent
I hook left, keep my right up and exhale with an uppercut
but without solid ground I continue to plummet
reaching out I grasp the last bit of reality
my elbows then forearms scrape pebbles, stones and sharp rocks
suddenly I am succumbed
Shock sets in and all is hopeless as what was once amber skies is swallowed
weightlessly I fall
While fiery winds stroke my extremities
and my heartbeat slows
Paralyzed, I can only witness the madness
Ice cream sticks wrapped in licorice
Limp clocks that could care less to tick
Cereal bowls of blades and corn flakes
and bare trees bare scars of flames,
As time passes
I see minutes dressed as days and years cross dressed as decades
I find myself static in a position of sitting
trying to develop meaning
As breathe becomes turtled breathing
arms limp, back slumped, head down, dreaming
might this be the place of my demise?
Stifled by silence I wait
Without warning anger unbeknownst advances
like fire on gasoline
it transforms into light in my eyes
consequently awakening and sparking life into every limb and joint
I combust into flight
soaring headfirst
with arms curled forward and fists clenched
strapped along my sides
I aviate against the sky of spotted twilight
through air searing the atmosphere
causing the sky to rip
I return
my views are blue tinted like after staring at the sun with my eyes closed
but I stand, sharpen focus, so keen
Firm winds blow but I don’t lean
Surrounding me are woven baskets of sun
waves of jade and crystal water
But something isn’t… something doesn’t seem
Right!
Amber skies and waves and shades of green
cerulean lakes, skyscraping trees
and many-colored flowers in between
these for some reason seem too perfect
almost unreal, might this be fantasy
I’m so confused
and doubt exhales views
that incite that this reality may be sight through goggles boozed
but I am not drunk or high
I just cant seem to decide whether this reality or insanity?
Or could it be a bad trip on Alice Dee aka LSD?
acid in wonderland
But where is that white rabbit?
Can I Dorothy my way out of this?
Clicking heels of rubies glittering
and counting to three
Like the Toostie roll pop
lick 1 lick 2 lick 3?
Is my view reality or fantasy?
The world may never know
Mr. Owl proceeded and told me
This Disney view seems strange I know
And perception is slow trying to sort real and fake possibility
But ultimately it is not controlled by you
Well then who? I asked
The world may never know
he said! You’ll see!
my knee hits the ground with so much pain
Damn! my levis are probably stained
these eyes of mine open to a soft focus on reality
my left heel then knee further sinks into the fantasy below
I tilt my head up to glimpse amber skies
I scream at the sun and moon
Polar to the constellation Taurus
I stand above against a desert of ink beneath me
Sagging further
sunless hues fill my view of these
Fantasies of mute colors melting the walls
again and again I fight this decent
I hook left, keep my right up and exhale with an uppercut
but without solid ground I continue to plummet
reaching out I grasp the last bit of reality
my elbows then forearms scrape pebbles, stones and sharp rocks
suddenly I am succumbed
Shock sets in and all is hopeless as what was once amber skies is swallowed
weightlessly I fall
While fiery winds stroke my extremities
and my heartbeat slows
Paralyzed, I can only witness the madness
Ice cream sticks wrapped in licorice
Limp clocks that could care less to tick
Cereal bowls of blades and corn flakes
and bare trees bare scars of flames,
As time passes
I see minutes dressed as days and years cross dressed as decades
I find myself static in a position of sitting
trying to develop meaning
As breathe becomes turtled breathing
arms limp, back slumped, head down, dreaming
might this be the place of my demise?
Stifled by silence I wait
Without warning anger unbeknownst advances
like fire on gasoline
it transforms into light in my eyes
consequently awakening and sparking life into every limb and joint
I combust into flight
soaring headfirst
with arms curled forward and fists clenched
strapped along my sides
I aviate against the sky of spotted twilight
through air searing the atmosphere
causing the sky to rip
I return
my views are blue tinted like after staring at the sun with my eyes closed
but I stand, sharpen focus, so keen
Firm winds blow but I don’t lean
Surrounding me are woven baskets of sun
waves of jade and crystal water
But something isn’t… something doesn’t seem
Right!
Amber skies and waves and shades of green
cerulean lakes, skyscraping trees
and many-colored flowers in between
these for some reason seem too perfect
almost unreal, might this be fantasy
I’m so confused
and doubt exhales views
that incite that this reality may be sight through goggles boozed
but I am not drunk or high
I just cant seem to decide whether this reality or insanity?
Or could it be a bad trip on Alice Dee aka LSD?
acid in wonderland
But where is that white rabbit?
Can I Dorothy my way out of this?
Clicking heels of rubies glittering
and counting to three
Like the Toostie roll pop
lick 1 lick 2 lick 3?
Is my view reality or fantasy?
The world may never know
Mr. Owl proceeded and told me
This Disney view seems strange I know
And perception is slow trying to sort real and fake possibility
But ultimately it is not controlled by you
Well then who? I asked
The world may never know
he said! You’ll see!
film
We peer through a mechanical eye
Painting a chemical or digital image
Frame by frame
Shots structured and artistic on occasion
Short or long collected to collage into captivating and entertaining stories
We all gather and sit in the dark
Images coax our minds out of our chairs
Into stories travel and surround ourselves
Films and movies are our soap boxes for our imaginations, our passions, our pain,
On these celluloid painted stains
Scenes play out effort not shown
6 weeks straight
3 months prep
12hr shift minimum my beard now grown
All to climax to red carpet showcase
Search lights guide millions into stadium seating
Seats and floors aren’t clean but we don’t mind
Because most of us never make it to Hollywood
So instead we suspend belief and crowd into local theaters
Where we chew loudly and yell at the screen
Shhh!
The credits scroll maybe someday I’ll see my name
Painting a chemical or digital image
Frame by frame
Shots structured and artistic on occasion
Short or long collected to collage into captivating and entertaining stories
We all gather and sit in the dark
Images coax our minds out of our chairs
Into stories travel and surround ourselves
Films and movies are our soap boxes for our imaginations, our passions, our pain,
On these celluloid painted stains
Scenes play out effort not shown
6 weeks straight
3 months prep
12hr shift minimum my beard now grown
All to climax to red carpet showcase
Search lights guide millions into stadium seating
Seats and floors aren’t clean but we don’t mind
Because most of us never make it to Hollywood
So instead we suspend belief and crowd into local theaters
Where we chew loudly and yell at the screen
Shhh!
The credits scroll maybe someday I’ll see my name
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