Definitively Vocab

*So I felt the need to explain the reason for me writing this poem before you read it... I feel lately I been seeing people fall into alot of deception religiously with all the unmasking of cults and occults. Aware of it or not lots of new age thinking and books have come out through various people such as Oprah and/or all the Scientologist out there... all of it very deeply rooted in mystic mind sets. I am not here to debate on whether they are true or not... but by the time u finish reading my poem you will know where I stand. SO I thought to write this poem. Be Careful ladies and gentlemen on your quest for truth... don't to get caught in the pitfalls of deception. LOve u lOTS!! Sugar Cubes Illusions taste like sugar when you stir them into a steaming hot cup of lies. So I was that sucrose sucker. Licking crystals particles from the crevasses of my lips and savoring this diabetes fix for the untrue... Wanting to familiarize myself with the taboo in you. Extract the hidden elem

Contemplation is like a cancer... (first line of poem) I think I may have super powers ladies and gentlemen allow me to explain. So this thing I have been able to do most of my life (I blame God) I can have a conversation about someone I haven't talked to, or seen in ages and/or have a deep moment of contemplation about them (deep contemplation mind you like a 4-5 min. focused thought time) and then they will show up within the next week. Out of the blue just show up. As if I summoned them through seance. But they aren't dead. I get to tell them, "I was just thinking about/talking about you." THis has happened to me most my life so with some of them... I literally look for these people to pop back up, but every once in a while it freaks me out when they come back around. LOL WOWSERSS !! Now I will stop talkin in code and tell you what I mean. THe past month or so I have had a few guys come back to haunt me from my past AND whopping total of 5 men try

Blog a mania what words could I say to fill the page? Hmmm Well : I was reading an online article that said teens today are placing an extremely high value on celebrity and notoriety . Websites like myspace, face book, street cred, photobucket, tagged, black planet… have created this sort of craze with having an ode to ourselves , for ourselves honoring ourselves . True we all want to remember our memories (that sounds silly) that we are constantly creating. Seconds pass and life becomes history right before our eyes. BUT then I stopped to question myself… Are we really that sentimental? I think people are damn near forgetting how to spend time with each other. LIVE IN THE MOMENT For instance: I am with you spending time with you, but I am texting someone else, or answering my cell phone calls from other people…too busy trying to take pictures of the moment we are in, instead of just looking around and enjoying the sites and sounds. We are so devastated when we don’t have our

Kudos to everyone who slammed this year first off. All yr long I debated about whether or not I wanted to slam and finally at the last second I decided I could't live w/o one more yr of devoting my entire summer to it. I have 3 reasons for slammin... 1. What else will I do with my summer 2. 2 poets who I have to spend a week with in Madison 3. My reason for not slammin with San Antonio last year was elimanated... so no bad vibes to screw up our team dynamic. Apirl 8, 2008 San Antonio slam finals and the results are in... David Hendler Slam Champ 1st (woo woo) Monique and Amanda Flores tie for 2nd Vocab Andrea Sanderson slid into 3rd by the skin of my teeth It was really rough I must admit cause I did a brand brand new poem third round talkin I just wrote it a week in ago... very controversial and complete departure from anything I would normally write, but it was an issue I have been very passionate about. It entitled It Takes Two I had to go first in the last round and that wasn&#