New Knowledge

The drive for life
To learn something new
Begins with strife
A struggle to do

For within that strife
Comes new knowledge
About oneself's life
Truthfully to acknowledge

On one approach
It can be applied
That I must reproach
What is to collide

On the other hand
Meet the challenge
Head on with a stand
Fully in the range

By hanging on the edge
Certainly you will learn
Precariously on that ledge
The true concern

Rather than be arrogant
Pompously closed mind
Humility will grant
The openness to find

For growth fruitful
The smart intelligence
New pathways bountiful
A fortuitous absorbance

So the learned lesson
Be open to mistakes
Struggle with a question
Even when the head aches.

Hero of the Day

http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/news/story?id=3372693

Byron Scott looks to be winning the NBA's Coach of the Year for guiding the young New Orleans Hornets into the playoffs with the 2nd best record in the Western Conference and sits ready to win a first round playoff. The Hornets have generally been a joke in the NBA and people have often wondered if Byron would last as coach of this team. Now we see the truth of the matter and the fact that stands firm is that Byron Scott is a good coach. He has persevered in New Orleans where the "loser" culture is daunting; we find now that he always knew what some of us fail to see. If one has the perseverance and the hardworking ethics to battle through immeasurable odds, they will overcome those odds; not only that, but they will likely win! Remember, Byron did take those New Jersey Nets, also a long-standing "loser" team to two NBA finals appearances. Do not count out the little guy out when he's down. Congratulations to Byron Scott and I look forward to enjoying the success of the New Orleans Hornets. This team brings uplifting style and spirit to the area once ravaged by Hurricane Katrina and that's what the citizens exactly need. Though the team fights against what a lot of people in the NBA thought were odds too unattainable, we see today that when your heart is focused upon a goal, we will accomplish that goal.

A Quick Quip

"Take it with a grain of salt."

Simply

Simply
Me myself I
Clear concise concrete
Patient progressive peaceful
Thoughtful thankful tolerant
Friendly fortunate forthcoming
Hardworking helpful handy
Stalwart strong sure
Joyful jovial joking
Me myself I
Simply

You Should Start The Day...

...with a bang
a loud sensation
an invigoration for life
a fascination

...optimistically
calm and collected
in self confidence
face coolly reflected

...with a blast
competitively achieving
the aspirations forthright
worth believing

...well-nourished
for the task at hand
faithfully focused
for what you stand

...with a SMILE
in a relaxed mood
for the favorable direction
life qualitatively pursued.


-dedicated to my good pal, "The Coolz"-

Because you wanted a positive post =)
Thanks for being my pal.

Pain, Torture and Agony!

I never knew quite fully
The meaning of these three keys
Words learned early on
Pain, Torture and Agony

That is, until now:

Pain:

Assaults the mentality
Slaps the face
Disrupts normality
Lost of grace

Stirs the mind
Gets you thinking
Why oh why the grind
And discordant sinking

Torture:

Sad feelings consistent
Wears you thinly
The pangs are persistent
Skies darken grimly

Reinvigorates the soul
Forces a change harshly
Fortification of the goal
To meditate more clearly

Agony:

The sorrow deepens
No control over shame
Regretful incline steepens
Fallen down lame

Transforms the hardened heart
More merciful point of view
An even stride at this new start
Uncovering what is true.

In concluding:

Pain introduces a change
Torture fortifies new formation
Agony prevents undesirable relapse

These are the things that drive me to be the person who I am. The negativity gives rise to the optimism that forms my core. Odd it is that the ironic motivator of my positive outlook is the pessimism that surrounds me. I suppose what they say is true: No pain, no gain. I have gained much insight to my life and who I am. I will continue to grow as a human being of humility and common decency as long as I have these three keys: Pain, Torture and Agony.

Never Ever Again

The course of my fate
Has been altered
Due to others' decisions
That certainly faltered

History turns a corner
The winds of change
The compass points north
Towards a new positive range

A dead end with false hopes
Was unduly reached
Forcefully set against
What was morally preached

Never again do I fall
Backward in confabulation
History is now surely altered
No reconsideration nor conciliation

Standards are assuredly set
New bylaw and requirement
No looking backward to the past
A new restructured firmament

This new course of action
Is now put into place
Due to disparaging disparities
Disrespectful to my face

Trust and honor
Was all I asked
Held in high regard
Was damnably thrashed

I call forward
In the halls of the just
A new resolution
Responsibility a must

I forge a new path
Through the darkened forest
Forever never looking back
This I shall mightily attest

Never again this way
Surely a change is due
You must have known
What was to ensue

Those unjust actions
Leads toward a new course
I am not the same
New proclamation to enforce

What is it you ask
What was back then
Shall unquestionably be
Certainly never ever again.

Irreparable Damage Leads to Reactionary Change

Irreparable damage
Irreplaceable loss
Idiotic choice
Impatient solution
Inconsiderate action
Inept accord
Inaccurate view
Indecisive motive
Irrefutable evidence

Leads to

Resolute action
Revolutionary revolt
Revising relation
Reconsidering thought
Robust motivation
Rendering decision
Rousing support
Rebuilding foundation
Reactionary change

Why I Write Poetry

Poetry
is like therapy
allows me to be
independent and free
to reconsider what I see.

I analyze the past
what made the thought last
watch in a new light cast
Slow down the film from fast
Determine why I was aghast.

It is also an art form
an outlet to inform
a release from the conform
like a painters delightful arm
the picture doth make me warm.

Poetry
is freedom of me
the ability to see
what was the me
and what I shall be.

Rotten Apple

A bad apple
unruly and rotten
cannot be made true
should be forgotten

This bad apple
worms crawling about
must be left alone
nothing special to tout

It fell from the tree
not meant to be eaten
it chose to be devious
no need for the greetin'

Damn little apple
needs to be stepped upon
qualities of crap and trash
picked up at the curb at dawn

Continue to endear
the tactics of the rotten
you will too get sick
as well as be rotten

This forbidden fruit
needs to be left alone
to realize his illegitimacy
reaches to the core bone

Tend to his "whines"
you will definitely find
a trap was set
for you to be intertwined

Better to let the rotten
waste to the core
for true self renewal
a seed will newly bore

Then to eat the rotten apple
of cruel intentions
lose your true self
and fall into deceptions.

Dedicated to the rotten as they have fallen into deep despair due to their deception. I have always been sincere and true to the last drop, even putting myself before everybody else. I know I falter, but I own up to my mistakes like a "man." As a friend, you gain my full respect and trust, but if you ever sever those ties, especially in the corridors of the deceptive night, you must certainly leave my sight; forever lost is my unrequited loyalty to you. The foreseen consequences of your actions now comes to fruition. I have previously predicted this long ago, but the rotten ignore what is truth and now begins their downfall!

The Journey of My Lifetime

As I have come thus far
I look back at the past
An amazement twinkles
Grabs my attention
Beseeches my eyes
My life that was
And shall courageously be
A never-ending roller coaster
Steep and shallow
Surging higher still
Frightfully dropping below
Fruitfully climbing consistently
These ups and downs
Though I have not reached
The destination that is
The fate that I must lead
It is astonishing
By gracious goodness
That I might even envision
I have made it quite this far
In this unforeseen direction
It knocks me off my feet
Within and throughout
All those steps
One small step at a time
Would make a big impact
Through the discouragements
And the joyful exuberance
Angst and disdainful arguments
Voyages that tread on thin ice
Travels of humility
Meetings of all walks of life
I am living in the now
The journey I take
Towards my destination
Is what makes me
Forms my character
Fortifies my soul
Makes me the who I am
I would do it again
Just the same
This wonderful journey
The journey of my lifetime.

The Runner Finally Learns the Rules of Basketball

As I move
From one side
Tossing and turning
To the the flip side

It is stiff
Numb and cold
This dull pain
Drags into the fold

Like a sore back
In need dearly
Of a good massage
It stings fiercely

As I get off the bed
It feels like a rock
Could be made of marble
Heavy as I pull over a sock

Trudging and bending down
I favor one side
Reminiscing of better days
As my shoes are tied

I feel almost immovable
Stuck like statue
Erratic and physically abrupt
Unnatural movement quite untrue

Discouragement ravishes the mind
Mannerisms of frustration
What a costly mistake
An action of bad consideration

Jumping up for the rebound
Landing and pushing off awkwardly
Not wearing the right shoes
I sprained my ankle forcefully

Now I will pay
Walking with a gimp
Instead of a straight line
I tread along with a limp.