Though Poetry has always been one of those things about myself I could not quiet understand but held a deep intricate, unexplainable passion from inside, deep down inside of me. Things are beginning to change and I always say that I need to work harder but there's school, track, and a social life all working against me. Sometimes I feel like I am loosing my inner voice while those around me continue to tell me that it will come back in time. I'm afraid that it wont come back, I start writing and then I just lose it, the beauty and then the words.

I though that poetry was mines at one point and now I don't even know what it means to me anymore and I keep wondering if the reason is okay when change.

Why do you write/why do I write/why do we write..

Just a snippet of his talent, look out for him!

http://vimeo.com/21236244

This was actually really hard to write; I hate to admit it

My heart is a disorganized planner
Trying to rip apart it's pages and start over
I on the other hand
A billboard with others slogans
The kid that always touches the last last piece of Pie
My germs

I keep trying to make things perfect/ I know that they can't be
I sometimes forget things/don't feel the right emotions
I sometimes say the wrong words/I'm sometimes sorry

Dr.King Speech that I performed on 01/17/2011/Guilford College

The Purpose of Education

by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.,
Morehouse College Student Paper, The Maroon Tiger, in 1947

As I engage in the so-called "bull sessions" around and about the school, I too often find that most college men have a misconception of the purpose of education. Most of the "brethren" think that education should equip them with the proper instruments of exploitation so that they can forever trample over the masses. Still others think that education should furnish them with noble ends rather than means to an end.
It seems to me that education has a two-fold function to perform in the life of man and in society: the one is utility and the other is culture. Education must enable a man to become more efficient, to achieve with increasing facility the ligitimate goals of his life.

Education must also train one for quick, resolute and effective thinking. To think incisively and to think for one's self is very difficult. We are prone to let our mental life become invaded by legions of half truths, prejudices, and propaganda. At this point, I often wonder whether or not education is fulfilling its purpose. A great majority of the so-called educated people do not think logically and scientifically. Even the press, the classroom, the platform, and the pulpit in many instances do not give us objective and unbiased truths. To save man from the morass of propaganda, in my opinion, is one of the chief aims of education. Education must enable one to sift and weigh evidence, to discern the true from the false, the real from the unreal, and the facts from the fiction.

The function of education, therefore, is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. But education which stops with efficiency may prove the greatest menace to society. The most dangerous criminal may be the man gifted with reason, but with no morals.

The late Eugene Talmadge, in my opinion, possessed one of the better minds of Georgia, or even America. Moreover, he wore the Phi Beta Kappa key. By all measuring rods, Mr. Talmadge could think critically and intensively; yet he contends that I am an inferior being. Are those the types of men we call educated?

We must remember that intelligence is not enough. Intelligence plus character--that is the goal of true education. The complete education gives one not only power of concentration, but worthy objectives upon which to concentrate. The broad education will, therefore, transmit to one not only the accumulated knowledge of the race but also the accumulated experience of social living.

If we are not careful, our colleges will produce a group of close-minded, unscientific, illogical propagandists, consumed with immoral acts. Be careful, "brethren!" Be careful, teachers!

I have been working on a new piece, it seems as though I have this emotional block that I can't quiet grasp yet. It's not anything traumatic and I have spoken to a few ppl a bout it. Some have told me maybe I have found a new source of creativity (track) or there's something I can't see. Though this block seems like a hurdle at the same time I am able to start over and perform the editing that is needed at this point. I'm in college and with a lot going on, I begin pieces and then leave them as they are, now I'm able to go back and edit past pieces. Look out for further postings, continue to post your thoughts and opinions if you like. Thank You!

MLK Performance

I took the face book quiz a while back;"witch slam poet are you?" and the results declared Andrea Gibson. After some web and YouTube browsing I was honored to be compared to her despite all the apparent variables that this test entailed. I currently attend Guilford College and I'm hoping to organize something in order for her to perform. here's a video special for this day (by me);

"Nigger v. Black People"

im not really sure if this was done as a joke or whet-cant seem to find any info on it. I have my view but I would really like to hear your thoughts, feelings, and opinions!