Monday, December 21, 2009
2009 was supposed to be a good for me. Or at least that's how I planned it out in my head. But that's not quite how it all went down. Less than 2 weeks into the year and I got Laid Off of my corporate gig @ Merrill Lynch (Fuck Bank Of America) . Moved back in w/ Mom Dukes and Lil Bro after about 5 years of being on my own, huge adjustment I'm not quite sure they yet understand. I was caking for a little bit though, severance pay plus unemployment, but all that money ended up going into the new spot me and the fam moved in. Bought couches & all.
So I was thinking, fuck it I'm just gonna get my Nerd Gang on and get into this Photography/Editing shit did a few flyers for some wack ass rappers, but money is green so hey. As far as the photography thing tho, didn't quite work out for a few reasons (working solo is key, too many hands in the pot people start having visions of what they want, when they had nothing to do with the original idea. Doesn't work that way).
All this as well as various other problems, health of family members, money issues, knee issues. Living with constant daily pain in your knee isn't all that fun, whether it's just annoying nagging pain or straight up this shit fuckin hurts pain. But not everything was bad in 09 met some cool new people became closer with some friends, less close with others, shit happens. And I'm sitting here just thinking damn it all flew by well 2010 quickly approaches. So just hoping for a productive 2010. Heres to a new year & new beginnings.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
A cocky ass poem by yours truly
Dope In The Flesh
I'm so dope boy fresh, excuse me I mean dope in the flesh
And simply put it's because I'm one of the best
Keyser Soze/Verbal Kint with my word and prose I'm so excellent
Done with being humble I'm on top now
Lebron James/Jay Z can't put the Roc down
Could this be because I'm so dope boy fresh excuse me again I meant to say dope in the flesh
No venue, no practice we were done it seemed
But there's nothing in this world that could stop my team
And what's a drunk poet I can't fuck with that shit
Just the Dope boys of Poetry doing our thing that's it
So with a "2 Finger Wave" over to the "Bartender"
One last thing I need you to remember:
I am Dope in the Flesh
To put it simply just one of the best.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
He told me her code name was Isis
But he doesn't realize that he's not the first man she treated like this
The highs where unbelievable but they came with devastating lows
Isis was well versed in the ring she handed excruciating blows
But he still loved her and just quite why nobody knows
He adored the she devil from her head down to her toes
And then came the day he couldn't take it no more
Next thing he knows Isis had walked out the door
But he never had the chance to tell her how he feels
He was so ready to buy that ring and on bended knee kneel
With wounds so deep that years later they still haven't healed
But it's over now like 112's Bad Boy deal
And Isis' M.O. just keeping it real
Is playing with the hearts of men just to stomp them with her stiletto heels
Now once he told me about the girl with the code name Isis
I told him since the days of Adam and Eve there's always been girls like this
Friday, December 4, 2009
It never seems to fail, I will and have always done what ever it is that my fam has asked me to do. No matter how much I didn't want to or if I was sick, tired, or busy doing something. So why does it seem that anytime I need something and ask of them I can never get the same type of dedication to me as i have to them. Am I wrong for feeling unappreciated? Even when I have my own problems, my struggles I still put theirs ahead of mine, and I truly never ask for much. Really appreciation is always enough. I too have needs, and there have been countless times were I put what I needed to do aside to help others out. Kinda why I'm in the situation I'm in right now, but there's nothing that can be done about that. And it's so much more than just doing shit for others, I sometimes feel that I have literally lived my life to make sure others are happy and proud of me, but for what when I'm constantly shitted on? Now I love my family with all my heart but seriously I'm 27 time for me to do what's best for me, yet I feel bad for even feeling this way. Sad to say the same thing that causes me the greatest joy also causes me the greatest pain. I'm probably the most private guarded person I know and this type of blog is way out of character for me, but theres only so much a man can keep bottled up before he begins to self destruct. And in the famous words of Charlie Murphy "I can't go out like that jack!"
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
1st. They shoulda NEVER gave you NIGGAS MONEY!
2nd. Really Birdshit I mean Birdman that's what you decide to do with your money get your chrome dome tatted some ol' blood shit.
I'm a tattoo fan and owner of a few myself but this is just stupid.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Poetry in Progress gonna give you a glimpse on how it all comes together. So far this is untitled:
A man can only bare but so much on his shoulders before he begins to crumble.
Still on my feet but the load is getting heavy
Pressure bust pipes, explosion's deadly
Stuck in a whirlwind better a yet hurricane called life
But there's no damage to my levy
Built these walls around me to be impregnable
Rarely allow a chance for the outside to look within
One day in my mind will make your head spin
Once you hit rock bottom the only place left to go is up
So why does it feel that I'm still down on my luck
Straight faced, emotionless
Mind state simple: Just don't give a fuck
Never catch me slippin: Not acting careless
But when it comes to the bullshit
I could just care less
The first lines I thought up for this poem were "Once you hit rock the only place left to go is up." Followed by "A man can only bare but so much on his shoulders before he begins to crumble. Still on my feet but this load is heavy" my thought process is rarely linear sometimes I start at the end, some times the middle but rarely the beginning.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Been a big fan of Wale for some time now, Nike boots was a good song and it seems the more I listen to this guy the more I'm impressed. Well his album recently came out and I was not disappointed, from beginning to end it's a good album. My one gripe is that "Letter" was not on the album a song feat John Mayer, not sure why it didn't make it but we can't have it all. With that song on there the album would have def been a classic with cuts such as 90210, Chillin, Diaries etc etc I could name them all this album is a great listen. It's good to see that the XXL Rookie Class is doing rather well this time around. This is for sure one of my favorite albums of 09 and there have been some very good ones.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
An early poem that I wrote, with a simple illustration accompanying it. Here's the poem in regular text:
In bed I lay facing the stars.
The pain, the sorrows, and the mental scars.
I ask God why. Why lord why?
But there is no reply.
Tears run down my face.
This salty taste is too familiar, too frequent.
And as I stare into blank space.
I wonder why does it have to be this way?
I don't know.
I just don't know.
Monday, November 9, 2009
I've been hearing about this project for a while, the Black Keys in conjunction with some big names in the hip hop world are releasing a project on Black Friday. Dame Dash seems to be heavily involved (apparent by the use of "Roc") as is Mos Def, Jim Jones, Q-Tip, and The RZA just to name a few. Hopefully it turns out to be a dope project, they have a video out for Hoochie Coo a song I heard a few months back and I was diggin it, cool video. Peep it below. This is probably different than what some folk are used to, open up sonically and enjoy.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
The above photo is another pic from the Suicide Girls with very slight editing by me with a quote sayin, "In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary." This quote couldn't be more true to some the most mundane actions are extraordinary feats for another. The simplest things should never be taken for granted as they will be the things that are most missed once they're gone.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A poem in the works being written by yours truly:
Born and raised between Northern Liberties and The Badlands
The streets were rough so I had no liberties
Parents raised me well so i wouldn't be a bad man
Still every weekend you can catch me down in the Badlands
Never forget where you from
Cause once you turn your back on 'em your done
But you won't really catch me in Northern Liberties no more
It's kinda bourgie now
Nothing how it was when I was around
It's quieter now not the same gun clap and siren sounds
Being from there you would have thought we all were
Penitentiary bound, but I made it in the world with never
Hearing the "lights out" jail sounds.
See I'm not braggin or boastin
Just not a statistic, so I realize there's still hope in...
Hope in the fact that you don't have to rap or play sports
Or fall back on drug dealin as a last resort
But cross my family and you won't get a chance to retort
You see I'm just in a Philly State of Mind better yet
This is my Philadelphia Demeanor
But a better Philly is still what I dream for...
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
J Cole Una Bomber
Game Krazy feat Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane Wasted Rmx feat Jadakiss, Lil Wayn & Numba 1 Stunna (Birdman)
J Cole is that dude, other songs are just there and uhm terrible for the most part
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Another original by the Poet P (that would be me)
So Sick of the same love poems
And the lame emotions they evoke
From depressing lows to marijuana highs
And you don't even smoke
Not talking about facebook when you tell a chick
That you just tryna poke
But she just laughs and giggles
Like you just told a joke
So sick of your swag
And how fly you claim to be
Sounds real suspect,
Lookin more like a fag if you asking me
Super tight jeans and extra big shoes
Looking Like a Clown Is In
Top story on the evening News
So sick of the same stories
With different faces
All you do is bitch
Then wonder why you ain't going places
Same actions equal same results
So whipe up your tears no more time to sulk
So Sick of being So sick
Just gonna sit back and relax
Yeah that's the remedy
Can't walk through life
With bullshit stressing me
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Another original poem:
The outside might be damaged
But what's within is Soul Real
This is just an excerpt of
How my soul feels:
So much more than
A stand-up guy
Cause I was raised in a
Good way if you're wondering why
Not concerned with your swagger
Because my demeanor is
So much meaner.
But that's just on the outside.
Come take a peek at the man within.
Not one to perpetrate a life of no sin.
But I have no regrets
Confident in what I've been
Take a look on the inside
Are you happy with the person within?
If you're having a hard time with that
ask yourself one thing.
If I were given the crown
Would I deserve to be King?
So cool on the outside
So Real within
My soul wants to speak
Will you be the one to listen?
Some say life is a game
And if that's so
I'm in it to win
But I'm doing it on my terms
Cause I like the way
I do things
Competition squirms as
I enter the ring
Due to a reputation I earned
Because of the monster within
A tenacious best of
A champion in my world
No single man is higher
The outside is damaged
But what's within is Soul Real
Been through Heaven & Hell
This is how my Soul feels
So back to the Series for my beloved Phillies. We've beat the Yanks 2 out of 3 times already during the regular season. Bring it on wether if it's NY or LA we gonna smash 'em. It'd be nice to totally destroy the City of Angels, but those damn Yankee fans have been talking a lot of shit.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Another Original Poem by yours truly
Love Vs. Lust
Don't wanna argue
Don't wanna fuss
Just wanna call you my lady
Make this World about Us
Never question your moves
See your the 1 that I trust.
This could be that thing called love
Or is it that I'm still in lust?
Don't wanna seem insensitive
But I crave your touch
Don't ruin the moment
Don't talk too much
Just live in the moment
No need to rush
This won't last forever
Wether it be Love or Lust
Despite a meeting of our minds
Or a meeting of our hearts
I knew that these 4 letters words
Were gonna battle from the start
Too late to change things now
In the battle between Lust and Love
We all must bow
But that doesn't mean things are over
How bout 1 more round
Like them old school summer readings I have a suggested reading for the world. Now I'm not much into reading books, but A Curious Incident, is a good read. A story told through the perspective of an autistic young man. A very interesting point of view on things, and it isn't like a million pages which is never a good thing with me and books
It seems like the infamous club shooting that Shyne was involved in with P Diddy back in 99 has earned him his deportation papers after 8 + years in the bing. Looks like Shyne will be returning to his native home of Belize, the only country in Central America where English is the official language. Shame that Shyne had to take the fall for Puff, who's notoriously known for having snake like tendencies. Keep ya head up Shyne Poe, hip hop needs artist like you again.
Shyne - The Life, off of his debut album, listen to the lyrics eerily similar to his real life situation.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The following is an original poem by myself enjoy:
If I could all I'd listen to was your heart beat
'Cause it plays my favorite song
The following is a story on how we could get along
All you have to do to accept me is open your heart
I will be your inspiration, better yet your fresh start
Help rebuild a world which you thought was ripped apart
There's a new mission now to bring light to all you thought was dark
And to start:
I just wanna make you happy but don't know how to make you feel that way
Protect your heart with my soul, and I'm just waiting for the day
The day you you give in and let me melt that ice away
The purity of my heart and soul washing all your pain away
Sometimes I find myself listening to Sade "The Sweetest Taboo"
If I didn't know better I'd swear she stole my thoughts
And wrote that song about you
And if you could listen to my heart you'd see it's all true
That it was meant to be
Happiness & You
Your umbrella in the rain,
Your shade in the sun
What ever you need me to be
I've only got 1 request from you
And that's to believe in me.
I've been a Royce Da 5'9" fan for years Death is Certain is one of my favorite albums of all time. StreetHop definitely doesn't disappoint. From front to back def a banger. First of his Slaughterhouse Comrades drop a solo LP since the groups first album. Lets hop Budden, Ortiz and Crook can measure up.