peace and blessings,
My Earth Day is Sunday, and for the first time in years, im not excited about
it. Normally the celebrating would start March 15 and last till April 15 (dont ask). yet this year, i havent been interested in doing too much of nothing. im off from both jobs but dont have anything planned and i havent had my friends ask me about doing anything....do i really have friends anymore? thought about going to Legacy to read on Friday but i will be working at the club.
it would be cool if my Earth Day was during football season...that way i could at least watch a game or two. all i have to look forward too is baseball. while it is a kewl sport, i just cant do it!
so, this Sunday, i will be at home doing a lot of nothing...maybe, i will finish the two pieces started months ago. maybe, i will be surprised with a day at the movies by someone. heck, i wouldnt mind going to Dave and Buster's!
I guess Sunday will be just another day for me.
onelove,
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
untitled (rough draft)
a pack of my favorite pens;
three dollars.
a notebook to write in;
one dollar.
releasing these words;
priceless.
The pen and paper have replaced
Two hour couch sessions
With a therapist trying to get to know me
By playing twenty questions:
Do you love your mother?
Yes
What about your father?
The biological one or the one at home I call pops?
Do you love yourself?
Good question.
Cmon man, what is it you really want to know?
That I was sexually and physically abused
before reaching the second grade
That I lost my virginity at thirteen
Became a predator at fifteen
That at twenty-nine, I continued a family trend
and became an invisible father.
Or
That i have suicidal thoughts
Every time the sun rises
So as the therapist taps his pen
Im wondering is he thinking about me
Or about ways of investing the kickback money
He’s is going to receive for making me
Part of the increasing Prozac nation
or does he really want to ease the pain
But he doesn’t understand I need the pain
That I write because of the pain
And writing helps dull the pain
And if I don’t write
I will succumb to the pain
And die
So forgive me if these pieces
Contain a lot of I’s and me’s
Cause these open mics and slams,
are my group sessions
So I bare my soul, each time I spit
And I don’t care about getting tens
Or Being the last poet standing
Or that in a room of a hundred,
seventy-five…don’t get me
Twenty-four… sorta feel me
As long as I….reach one
That one…who at the end of the night
Will hug me a little tighter
Who’s handshake, will be a stronger
Or better yet, wont say a word
Just sit there and stare
Cause their trying to figure out
How I reached into their head
And pulled out their nightmares
And How I got the strength
To stand up here…and be judged
As people point there fingers at me
And whisper about me
Call my poetry simplistic and elementary
That even though I
just slit my wrist and bled out for three minutes
They still don’t understand me
but that’s ok, cause my poetry
isnt meant for them anyway.
I wasn’t sent here for them
I was sent here for those
Hiding their pain and wallowing in their fears
So they will know, they aren’t alone
That someone else has walked in the daytime
While living in darknes
And that things..will..be..alright
a pack of my favorite pens;
three dollars.
a notebook to write in;
one dollar.
Opening the door for someone
to come into the light from the darkness;
Priceless
2006 Copasetic Soul
three dollars.
a notebook to write in;
one dollar.
releasing these words;
priceless.
The pen and paper have replaced
Two hour couch sessions
With a therapist trying to get to know me
By playing twenty questions:
Do you love your mother?
Yes
What about your father?
The biological one or the one at home I call pops?
Do you love yourself?
Good question.
Cmon man, what is it you really want to know?
That I was sexually and physically abused
before reaching the second grade
That I lost my virginity at thirteen
Became a predator at fifteen
That at twenty-nine, I continued a family trend
and became an invisible father.
Or
That i have suicidal thoughts
Every time the sun rises
So as the therapist taps his pen
Im wondering is he thinking about me
Or about ways of investing the kickback money
He’s is going to receive for making me
Part of the increasing Prozac nation
or does he really want to ease the pain
But he doesn’t understand I need the pain
That I write because of the pain
And writing helps dull the pain
And if I don’t write
I will succumb to the pain
And die
So forgive me if these pieces
Contain a lot of I’s and me’s
Cause these open mics and slams,
are my group sessions
So I bare my soul, each time I spit
And I don’t care about getting tens
Or Being the last poet standing
Or that in a room of a hundred,
seventy-five…don’t get me
Twenty-four… sorta feel me
As long as I….reach one
That one…who at the end of the night
Will hug me a little tighter
Who’s handshake, will be a stronger
Or better yet, wont say a word
Just sit there and stare
Cause their trying to figure out
How I reached into their head
And pulled out their nightmares
And How I got the strength
To stand up here…and be judged
As people point there fingers at me
And whisper about me
Call my poetry simplistic and elementary
That even though I
just slit my wrist and bled out for three minutes
They still don’t understand me
but that’s ok, cause my poetry
isnt meant for them anyway.
I wasn’t sent here for them
I was sent here for those
Hiding their pain and wallowing in their fears
So they will know, they aren’t alone
That someone else has walked in the daytime
While living in darknes
And that things..will..be..alright
a pack of my favorite pens;
three dollars.
a notebook to write in;
one dollar.
Opening the door for someone
to come into the light from the darkness;
Priceless
2006 Copasetic Soul
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Pictures...
peace and blessings,
wow, two post in one month...im on a roll!
im glad people are enjoying the pictures. please pass the link on to anyone that would be interested in the pictures. photography, along with poetry, is an old love that has been rediscovered. i enjoy shooting at angles and in black and white. black and white pictures just seem so mysterious, almost as if they are holding a secret. the battle is knowing WHEN to shoot in black and white. thanks to digital cameras, all one has to do now is "hit a button"....back in the day, it was either change film or carry two camera's. I recently upgraded to a Kodak DX6490 (still not a super duper camera but good enough for me) from one of the smaller models and im having a ball. the zoom is stronger, more pixels and a brighter flash. im still in learning mode and making mistakes but im not looking for this to become a job. it would be nice to be the next Gordon Parks (R.I.P.)but this is just a hobby, one that i really enjoy.
also, i got a new poem running through my head...im going to try and get it together, write it and maybe post it. i did finish a piece about my daughter but its still in rough draft stage but i might post it to get some feedback...sorta like work shopping it. we shall see.
Onelove,
Copa
wow, two post in one month...im on a roll!
im glad people are enjoying the pictures. please pass the link on to anyone that would be interested in the pictures. photography, along with poetry, is an old love that has been rediscovered. i enjoy shooting at angles and in black and white. black and white pictures just seem so mysterious, almost as if they are holding a secret. the battle is knowing WHEN to shoot in black and white. thanks to digital cameras, all one has to do now is "hit a button"....back in the day, it was either change film or carry two camera's. I recently upgraded to a Kodak DX6490 (still not a super duper camera but good enough for me) from one of the smaller models and im having a ball. the zoom is stronger, more pixels and a brighter flash. im still in learning mode and making mistakes but im not looking for this to become a job. it would be nice to be the next Gordon Parks (R.I.P.)but this is just a hobby, one that i really enjoy.
also, i got a new poem running through my head...im going to try and get it together, write it and maybe post it. i did finish a piece about my daughter but its still in rough draft stage but i might post it to get some feedback...sorta like work shopping it. we shall see.
Onelove,
Copa
Friday, March 10, 2006
iWPS photos.
peace and blessings,
ok, once again im late posting pictures.....yea, yea, yea whateva. there are 60 shots, so please click the link below to go to the site. please feel free to add names and comments. sorry i couldnt get everyone :-(
http://flickr.com/photos/copaseticsoul/sets/72057594078910204/
Onelove,
Copa
ok, once again im late posting pictures.....yea, yea, yea whateva. there are 60 shots, so please click the link below to go to the site. please feel free to add names and comments. sorry i couldnt get everyone :-(
http://flickr.com/photos/copaseticsoul/sets/72057594078910204/
Onelove,
Copa
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