Thursday, January 9, 2014

Dream For More


Dream For More

Lets look at the facts. Bill Cosby shined shoes. Beyonce swept up hair. Andrew Johnson was a tailor. Michael Dell washed dishes. Orlando bloom was a pigeon trapper. Hugh Jackman was a clownbut look who’s laughing now.

We all have those jobs that make us want to be more. Put your hand up if you work a 9 to 5, Or any position that takes up all your time. See there’s nothing wrong with making an honest living. Here’s the thing; let’s be honest are you honestly living? That’s the thing about jobs, yes, that’s a J-O-B. Meaning Just Over Broke every single month. Living life just for the weekend. Most in a career do it cause it’s satisfactory, but for a job you do it for the salary. Those in that latter category are stuck in a rat race, which leads you in a cycle of disconnection. If you’re among the “lucky” few to win the rat race, again the jokes on you, because you’re still just a rat.

There’s nothing wrong with having a job temporarily, but pursue a career eventually. The holidays past, and the question now is, are you happy with an extra week off, and a raise in salary?  Let’s look at the facts. The industrial revolution was beneficial to technology, which was used by people and their families, for just a ridiculous salary. This shaped peoples’ mentalities, which felt composed for centuries working for someone else exponentially.

We all wish we had an uncle named Steve, and that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. But really we all wanted the creativity to make one of Steve’s jobs. I understand more than anyone the importance of paying the bills and making a surviving. Which is where the problem lies, surviving is not living. I hope you’re aware of the difference. It’s like when you hear but don’t listen. Heed advice with action, the way knowledge with application is wisdom. Make a mark on that distinction. I once heard that, “ to grow trees pray for rain, but don’t neglect to water your seeds.”

These jobs are our safe nets, the condom the system uses, but none of our jobs would be here if every system practiced safe sex. Confucius once said,” choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”

Young Heroic


Young Heroic

            On my 6th birthday I received the greatest present that would shape my creed for the rest of my life. From that day on I never wanted to go into the quiet night without having saved at least one person in my life. This is my complex of being a Hero.

It was a proud day Mom stitched the cape
Never would have know it from windows’ drape
In a land of smoke, and fire, burning rubble
Stands a young man¾ a dreaming marvel.

Above he boasts an Afro and just below all bulging muscle
Death defying, cloud flying to the trouble.
No harm will beat me to your yell
I will come to all you damsels.

Why am I the only one who sees the need
A demand for capes there for you I will be.
Who would have thought so many would be crying out
The world is filled with ill, never so close to dying out.

Where are all those heroes?
Where are all those super heroes?

I swore that I’d protect wherever I landed
But it’s getting hard to separate the saints from the satanic  
Conspired in their own non-survival
Inside all of us is our biggest rival.

We all truly are the hero and the villain
You all stand froze, hearing a truth so chilling
Half of me will look out in disgust; the other will fly up out the ceiling
The villain just kicked over the building.

But before it hit the ground the hero flew around
And put it on his shoulders; the villain yelled
Every asteroid you smash, and bomb flown to space
You’re not saving us from danger; you’re keeping danger safe.




Friday, January 3, 2014

America: Home of the...


Home of the….

You can see it without your spectacles

of the people by the people and for the people

War and death granted at 18

A way to forget it at 21.

We feed foreign nations while some starve on our streets

America Home of the…

Children with such bright futures

Educated in history by the call of duty

The last frontier by Halo

Urban issues by Grand theft auto

And we wonder why there’s violence.

America Home of the…

Ingenuity and invention

Sad to say we’re also a place of babies with a cocaine addiction

Where democrats and republicans agree on nothing

And even if they did they don’t deserve applause

Because they tend to mend with bandages not cure the cause.

America Home of the…

System where things are always moving backwards

Where real educators make less than mediocre actors

An increasing percent of kids are growing up as bastards

Yet here I am glad to be in

America Home of the…

Society we can be whatever we want

It’ll take more than writing to change our communities

And if you so choose we all have the opportunity.

America Home of the Capable.


A Little Rant on Human Potential


Human Potential: Mind the Gap


Something that has been plaguing my mind for a few weeks is the limits to human potential. Be it potential of the mind, body, spirit, or soul. However you want to put it my question is, as humans, are there boundaries to what we are capable of? Now don’t get me wrong I know for a fact if someone believed they could do something, and were automatically able to do so. Our world would be in utter peril. So I mean this is a reasonable sense.
I am an athlete, and I have been my entire life. Of course I can honestly say I’m much faster and stronger now than I was years ago, because I am still growing. However body wise I know I will reach a point where my peak will suddenly begin its downward slope. The only limit I can think of to a body is really age. It’s definitely a double edged sword if you ask me. Nonetheless, here I am trying to figure out if there is a way around it. No I’m not talking about eternal life I’m not that delusional, however is there a way to push your limits. For an athlete knowing your limits is something you test day after day. However we call ourselves the supreme beings of our planet, yet we act no different than animals. We eat, sleep, fight, and mate, just as animals do. There is no possibility to overcome thirst, hunger and sexual urge in the world. Human beings are advanced and higher than other living beings. Yet there is no difference between animals and human beings as far as perpetuation of species by the method of mating are concerned.
The mind has yet to be truly unlocked by mankind. I believe there is more to it than brain waves, and signals. What about survival instinct, memories, déjà vu, and other unexplainable factors? Our mind is where most of our potential is stored, perhaps  this is because we know the least about it. In spite of our natural drawbacks, handicaps and limitations, man tries to overcome them by creativity and the inventive power of his mind. If we cannot do something, we devise strategies in order to make up for what we lack. It is well known that after crossing forty years and becoming blind John Milton composed the Classical Epic, Paradise Lost and then Paradise Regained that had made him immortal. Also, naturally deaf Beethoven composed classical music that brought him the title, genius. Very recently, physically crippled Stephen Hawkins, who is noted for his view of Space Science, especially the theory of Black Holes in Space and has become famous for his book, A Brief History of Time, is considered only next to Albert Einstein today. Likewise man has done so many things despite his drawbacks in the world. He has invented diving suite and submarines to discover the secrets of the ocean beds. He has invented airplanes and rockets to fly in the sky and also in the Space to discover the secrets of Nature. Materialistically man has almost mastered human body and mind but has to go a long way to know about soul or spirit.
Now we move onto the spirit and emotions of human beings. Perhaps this is what makes us different than animals. This is where we teach our bodies to push passed their limits. For when we are in danger, experience fear, or just have that type of emotional power to push our bodies to a new level is due to our resilient spirits that dwells within all of us. This is that which all original ideas that comes from, have you ever had an inspired dream or an original idea?, it’s the simple things such as, desire, hope, belief or curiosity, the things that keeps you going they fuel your life.  Just like the seeds. In here lies our inner talent, gifts, interests, dreams, goals, life purpose and all that is the fundamental of life forces. It allows us to make amends in the heat of the moment, when all seems lost, we hold on to what will drive away the opposition be it ourselves, or something else. The human spirit is the ability to recognize a mistake that we made. To look forward and to wait for the proper time to repair it. No matter if you should loose your life to find redemption.

Man kind has much to learn when it comes to ourselves, and our potential and limitations. We are still a young race, and yet we have already begin to tap into the forbidden knowledge that has hindered us from progress. Our minds, bodies, and spirits are tools for us to use for the good of mankind. I say this in hopes that we may come to use our gifts for something honorable and commendable. The fact that mankind has potential can be seen as good and bad. Good that we will always continue to grow as a species, but bad that as we have potential it is up to us to reach it and pursue our destiny within the universe.

Doesn't Everyone Like Edgar Allen Poe?




Edgar Allan Poe:  The Mastermind Behind Insanity

            Known as a troubled orphan with a troubled childhood, who in time would become America’s first great lyric poet by the name of Edgar Allan Poe. He was the inventor of the modern detective story, a trailblazer of science fiction, and a genius when it came to gothic narratives. Over the course of just forty years Edgar Allan Poe became the first internationally acclaimed American writer. His works invoke a power of the mind, provoking a sense of imbalance towards a plethora of Poe’s protagonists’ mental state. This leads to the idea that Poe too was in fact teetering on the brink of insanity. Edgar Allan Poe confirms this idea when he states,” I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” Just as the bizarre characters in Poe’s stories have captured the public imagination so too has Poe himself. He is seen as a morbid, mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of moonlit cemeteries or crumbling castles. This is the Poe of legend. The brilliantly dark mind that has led to graphic descriptions, and morbid wording that enlighten Poe’s ability to twist insanity with readers’ uncanny fascination with the imagination.
            It’s no secret that Edgar Allan Poe was tormented by a number of skeletons in his closet. As a result the key component to these horror stories is usually the characters' insanity. The insanity that inflicts the main characters in these stories drives them to commit the acts that they do. For example in “Fall of the House of Usher,” “Tell Tale Heart,” “The Black Cat,” “The Raven,” are all prime examples that under extreme anxiety the human psyche is very susceptible to insanity. Matters haunted all the protagonists from these stories from their environment, which inevitably led to irrational minds that lacked logic, responsibility, and composure. One must wonder where the potential for insanity comes from however. The history of Poe’s short works would show evidence that the narrator has a doppelganger that represents his subconscious or his primal instincts. In "The Raven," the narrator encounters a double that embodies his deepest fears, which in turn eventually overpower his conscious, rational self. Although the narrator of "The Raven" initially ignores the message of the intruding bird, he concludes the poem by interpreting its word "nevermore" as the denial of all his hopes; he has projected his soul into the body of the bird. In both cases, the poetic separation of the two halves creates a dramatic dialogue that highlights the narrator's inner struggle. Many of these pieces
Are demented enough even if the reader does not read between the lines.
             "The Black Cat" is another example of this kind of story.  In this morbid look into the narrator's mind, the reader follows the narrator as he does many disturbing things in his household.  This story, like many of Poe's other pieces, is a venture into abnormal psychology where the narrator is completely insane, not only because of the horrible things he does to his cat and his wife, but because of his state of mind that he shows the reader throughout the story. Like the narrator in Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart," this narrator also begins his story with the declaration that he isn't "mad," and that his story is no "dream" (The Black Cat, 1). He says he knows we probably won't believe it. He also says that what happened is "a series of mere household events," you know, just the day-to-day business of family life (The Black Cat, 1). The events within the text of this account are unmistakably the ramblings of a madman who cannot seem to control his actions and keeps drifting deeper and deeper into insanity. On the first page of the story, the narrator says that he "was especially fond of animals" (The Black Cat, 1).  He contradicts himself once again in talking about his cat, Pluto.  At first he loves the cat and cares for it very affectionately.  After a while, his demeanor changes and he begins to take out his anger on his pet, along with his wife.  The narrator then comes in one night "much intoxicated" (The Black Cat, 2) and cuts Pluto's eye out because the cat avoids him.  This action basically solidifies his madness in general. It is soon after this that the narrator makes an attempt to display his remorse. When in reality this is just a façade in order to prove to himself that he is not insane. Over a time after the narrator kills Pluto, he begins to descend into a deeper madness. It’s from this point forward Edgar Allan Poe flirts with the idea of the seen, the unseen, and that which is imagined to be. For the figure on the wall after the house burned down was imagined by the narrator to be a cat hanging from a tree. Which plagued his psyche far beyond someone who was still sane.  Soon after the narrator is only to be haunted by a “new” cat which at first loves, but then grows disdain towards it due to the resemblance of Pluto and the imagined formation of the gallows within the cat’s white spot. Poe prevails and continues the downward spiral when the narrator kills his wife when she tries to prevent him from killing the black cat with an axe. This is without a doubt a deal sealer, for the argument of the protagonist claim to sane.
            While Edgar Allan Poe's narrators are often unreliable, the narrator of "The Fall of the House of Usher" seems at first acutely sensitive to his environment, rather than mentally disturbed. In it, the narrator, a childhood friend of the rich Roderick Usher has come to meet him on the Usher estate to help alleviate his sickness. The narrator finds Usher unable to leave his mansion, suffering from "over-sensitivity" and unable to experience bright lights, hear loud music, or eat hardy food. He also meets the Lady Madeline, Usher's twin sister, who is caused by Poe to suffer the opposite of her brother's malady: she is almost catatonic, unable to feel any outside stimulus ("Usher" 199-203). In this story, Poe also uses insanity as a plot mover. However, instead of making a character commit a heinous act, he uses insanity to create the circumstances of the story. The hypersensitivity of Roderick Usher that brings the narrator to his estate is really an incipient madness. The insanity is further highlighted to the reader by the twisted shape that Usher's artwork takes on. The madness also ends up killing Usher, who, unable to withstand the death of his sister withdraws even further from the world. Finally, the belief that his sister is alive despite all evidence to the contrary shows the detachment Usher has from reality. In this story, instead of using madness as a motive, Poe makes it cause the main character's death.
            Edgar Allan Poe has this eerie ability to portray the human psyche in a way that has never been accomplished before.  He seems to be sincerely asking, why do we do things we know will be bad for us? Is the narrator insane, or is he just taking normal human behavior due to certain extremes? The human obsession of the seen, the unseen, and that which is imagined to be tend to plague our minds to the point of unrest. He is able to use insanity as a central character and plot motivator three different ways in three different stories. He is also able to show the reader how insanity can cause someone to commit a murder, how it can cause a person to exaggerate an insult to cause irrational anger, and how it can ravage the mind and even cause death. Because of his many insights into the human mind, Poe will live eternal in the annals of American literature.

Works Cited
Bloom's Major Short Story Writers: Edgar Allan Poe. Broomall, Pennsylvania: Chelsea House, 1999.

Coughlin, E.K. "Research Notes: Poe Said To Explore Issues Of Insanity Defense In His Crime Stories." Chronicle Of Higher Education 38.18 (1992): A8. Academic Search Complete. Web. 25 June 2012.

Cromwell, Jill. “Literary analysis: The Black Cat, by Edgar Allan Poe – by Jill Cromwell – Helium.” Helium – Where Knowledge Rules. N.p., n.d. Web. 21 Feb. 2011. <http://www.helium.com/items/1754877-edgar-allan-poe>.

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I'm Disgusted


I’m Disgusted


If you have a complaint… I don’t care
Welcome to the planet of the hardly fair.

All the time in the world just to light some weed
“It makes me more creative, No it helps me sleep.”
I don’t believe either; don’t you see?
Only good for one thing, Cancer won’t agree.

We have the best leaders falling down hills so steep
Probably cause they won’t lead, and follow sheep.
You don’t read any books or play ball
Nor can you draw; you literally do nothing at all.

But you got an education cause your parents made you go
When all you really did was party with your bros.
But the diploma in your hand notes the journey that you made
Which has the same authority as a prize from the arcade.

Men stop taking pictures with the money you façade…GET A JOB
Girls asking for a Romeo and CEO
Yes¾the pressure is on it’ll never be gone; so keep striving
Sooner or later you’ll contrive an idea from a higher being.

Girls stop taking sensual selfies so selfishly asking for attention
Men are prone to take you home but not to meet mom and dad
So don’t give them a reason to commit the treason of testing a temptress
There’s power in your features, and with a deeper mind to swim in.

Generation X, Y, or Z whatever you are it’s the irrelevant in the year 2014
No gas, high taxes, few jobs for you and me, are sides on all of our cuisines
The older generation often complains about the young with a lack of wit
But you were all our teachers, so from it’s from you we learned it.

It’s all a little cynical but it’s clinical to take a look at what’s around you
So if you feel you inspired the issues I wrote about in the song
There’s probably some space leave something if you’ve got time
Write the rights or wrongs just make sure you do it in rhyme.