trapped in english

you remind me of greek mythology

2009-04-25T22:32:00.001-07:00

You remind me of Greek mythology

Your face
Angelic like Helen
Could launch a thousand ships
Four attack cruisers
Three nuclear submarines
And one B52 bomber
But no more because
Them shits
Is expensive

You remind me of Greek mythology

Your eyes your gaze
Locks me in place
Feet cemented for days
An effect more powerful than a crazed lady
With snakes in her hair

The glare of your beauty shining
Like the fireball dragged behind
The chariot of Helios

The beginning and end of each day

The lighthouse of Alexandria that lights the way

For you I’d climb down into the Underworld
Snatch the fruit from Persephone’s hands
And consume all twelve seeds

I’d defeat the three headed hell hound before Hercules even got the chance
Look Hades straight in the eyes
And tell him to fuck off
Before taking you back to the land of the living

You remind me of Greek mythology

I’d gladly take Prometheus’s place
And let a an eagle devour my liver for all eternity
If it meant that we could bring the flame of love into this world of men

The curves of your body
Like climbing to the tip of Mount Olympus
To reach the very Gods themselves

You are my aegis my noble shield
You are my weakness my Achilles’ heel

You are Hermes’ purpose as he runs to tell Zeus
That his most wonderful creation has understood
The nature of Eros

You cause Hera to blush in jealousy

You are Poseidon’s greatest rival as I drown in your essence

You give Ares a reason to inspire men to arms

You gave birth to the muses who gave birth to this poem

The same muses who whispered in my ear
A single line that blossomed into a modern day Iliad

You remind me of Greek mythology

2009-02-21T10:29:00.001-08:00

this is an ode to
all those who
oppose a system that finally let a black man become president
but still wont recognize an exchange of wedding vows between two men
or two women
or one man and one woman who later became a man..i dont know what exactly you call that but you still get the point
ive even heard the argument that to let them get married
is to let them win
them being the arabs
and i call bullshit
the way you let them win is by fighting a stupid war with the wrong fucking country for 6 years
by turning our superman of country into aquaman
fucking useless
even michael phelps could beat him
if he isnt high
and ive heard the argument that its disgusting and that noone wants to look at it
but so is flav makin out with twelve hoes every year like clockwork
i wonder if he uses those horns in the bed like the woman just lies there and he plows right in
fuck vh1
and ive heard that they cant marry because its blasphemy
but last i checked
i can still order a steak on friday
i can have sex before marriage
and i can stay home on sunday to watch the cardinals cheat the eagles out of a superbowl appearance
those refs fucked up
but not as bad as old men in congress still trying to hold on to their traditional values
its too late to put the women back in the kitchen
so they cling on to prop 8 casting a shadow in california dark enough to blot out the sun in deleware
because an injustice anywhere
is an injustice everywhere
so just let them get married
its not that big of deal
it might even fix our economy
think about it
maybe itll inspire all those interior decorators in hiding to finally spring forth
blazing a trail across this country
beautifying homes
increasing property values
and mortgages and stock market stuff i dont fuckin know
all i know
is that marriage was always about love
love was always a human trait
regardless of gender
cross gender
criss crossed confused gender
so this is an ode to
all those who
think that anyone
should be able to say
i do

2009-02-15T22:47:00.000-08:00

there is a place
and in this place there is a man
and in this man there is a blaze
heat burning smoke building
breathes flames out through steel pipe
this is the dragon who kidnaps princesses
it spreads quickly through the club like an arsonist's passion
no one is left unsinged
as it reignites the coals of the heart
up through windpipes they sing quietly to themselves
twenty different songs in unison
a symphony of individuality
fire chilled with ice in glasses
scorch inhibition as people become human
humans become real
and reality is like a dream
bodies sway with music
becoming emotion manifest
a vehicle through which notes can be seen
there is no past no future only the now
no time but a four four signature
crescendos and diminuendos
where the rises and falls arent so bad

2009-02-04T14:50:00.000-08:00

http://jaydiohead.com/

Jay-Z + Radiohead =
there are a million of these jay-z + prolific rocker mixtapes and this ones right up there with the grey album and american zeppelin

blue eyes meets bed stuy
biggie+ sinatra =

2009-01-27T11:15:00.001-08:00

"for the breakdancers"

this is so fresh

the louvre remixed

2009-01-26T11:23:00.001-08:00

i made this a long time ago and just found it

2009-01-26T09:17:00.001-08:00

2009-01-25T22:51:00.001-08:00

ooo baby i love your way everyday

2009-01-21T11:21:00.000-08:00

o shit..

2009-01-20T13:01:00.000-08:00

lost comes on tomorrow night..are michael and jin really dead? will the oceanic 6 ever get back to the island? will hurley finally lose some weight? and where the fuck did the dog go? i miss him..dun dun dun

i need one

2009-01-19T16:16:00.001-08:00

they say
every poet
needs a love poem but
love has no poetry to it
no music
no beat
no rules
just an intangible rythm
hidden deep in the roots
of the human soul
seeking desperately
to escape
its physical cage
seeking desperately
to make a human
connection beyond
empty daps and hollow hugs
and i mean love
beyond that highschool drama bullshit
i love you but you love him
and he loves her but she loves..her?
that real love that carried
my grandmother's tired feet
every day across several city blocks
to feed my dying grandfather
the love that inspired my aunt and uncle
to concieve a child two years ago
and the love that binds me to him
through a familial blood connection
yes even the love that possessed my
mother with the rage to beat me
with a switch i fetched myself
yes we fetch switches too
only my mother called it na-mu
and in the ways of our people
yelled obscenities in korean while she did it
but to be honest and fair
i probably deserved it
love?
love has no art to it
no pattern
no shape
it is limitless beyond comprehension
and despite hallmarks best efforts
cannot be confined into that
familiar heart form
having us all believe
that it can be bought for 2.99
love
it cant be defined
yet they still insist
that every poet
needs a love poem
so i wrote this
in the egotistical hope
that i would be able to paint its
beauty in black ink
with a tool that is said
to be mightier than the sword
maybe mighty enough to peirce the
glass ceiling of verbal limitation
and maybe thats the test of a true poet
how poetic can we trully be
if we cant define that which we all share in common
a love of poetry
that love that keeps words bouncing around in my head
as i desperately reach for the perfect one
they say
every poet
needs a love poem
so ill keep writing
day after day
until i ink
the perfect
love poem

kick push bass

2009-01-19T16:12:00.000-08:00

first time he tried to spit
wasnt sure of his shit
matter of fact first time he got on it he slipped
mumbled all the words they came out slurred
only thing audible was the boos he heard
now we can end the story right here
but shorty didnt quit it was somethin in the fear
yea he said it was somethin so real and
feelin he had to conquer to hear the fans cheerin
jeered at by the other kids at the park
couldnt understand the feelin shorty had to walk
a lone path labeled a misfit, abandoned
808 boom
his parents couldn't stand it
so he was forced outside
went to a friends house where they both wrote rhymes
had big things in mind they were schemin there
till the adults came and said theres no dreamin here

and so they hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop toast
to the hopes and dreams of the rebels of the world with no place to be
so lets hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop toast
to keepin dreams alive we too stubborn and free to just let them die
so lets just hip hop and toast

his vocab got bigger became a better spitter yea
no future becoming just another failure is what his momma said
but he was feelin himself
got a little more swagger in his style
met his girlfriend she was clappin in the crowd
wow couldnt believe love was happenin now uh
he said i would marry you but im betroved
to the microphones and stereos
and i dont think this song is long enough to feature two
she said boo i never said i need to spit with you now
let me make one thing clear i dont need to ride your beat i got mine right here
so she played a track
had him takin back
like damn whered you learn to spit like that
she said i dont normally see men in here
haters came and said im sorry theres no dreamin here

and so they hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop toast
to the hopes and dreams of the rebels of the world with no place to be
so lets hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop toast
to keepin dreams alive we too stubborn and free to just let them die
so lets just hip hop and toast

before he knew he had a crew
that weren't no punks
in they track jackets and air force ones
they would spit till they couldnt rap no more
the bars made in their minds would trap them all
so they turned to the pen to crack they skull
for the freedom of words leakin they bled
an escape route they used to escape out
when the world got crazy they needed to break out
theyd head to any place around
with any good speakers their world would drown
with the sound of sixteens gettin scribed in there
but im sorry young man theres no dreamin here

and so they hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop toast
to the hopes and dreams of the rebels of the world with no place to be
so lets hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop toast
to keepin dreams alive we too stubborn and free to just let them die
so lets just hip hop and toast

the unfortunate soul

2009-01-19T16:10:00.001-08:00

the world is an oyster
and i'm allergic to seafood

remix to a rose

2009-01-19T16:06:00.001-08:00

roses are red but they come in white too
ive never seen violets i dont know that they're blue
saccharine is sweet but sugar is more my taste
and everytime i have a drop i see the image of your face
so basically
what im trying to say to thee is..
my momma aint home til 3 lets go kick it

4 dar4 (4 hundred thousand Dead And Rising 4 nothing)

2009-01-19T16:05:00.002-08:00

darfur weeps
but her sobs fall on deaf ears
lady justice was said to be blind
but now we find she is as deaf as
the small child with a ringing in his ears
from standing too close to a live grenade.
darfur cries
but her tears fall on
the callused hands of cold men
too busy cleansing the land
of the stain left by their black water
when the question of 'what if'
becomes the reality of 'it is'
our answer changes from 'operation freedom'
to 'freedom aint free
and you can't afford to live'
mothers murdered
fathers slaughtered
and hope as fragile as the hymen
that was ruptured when their daughters were held against their will
we call it rape
they call it exaggerated
but the silence of 400 thousand dead is the same
in any language
no matter what you call it
under the bright sun of africa
their bleached bones shine as a beacon
hopin in vain that we understand the desperate
message they are trying to send even in their deaths
never again - but no one listens
never again - but no one pays attention
never again - but no one learns
as time and time again as if we're bound
to repeat our most hellish nightmares
we find ourselves back - again
we find ourselves reminded of
rwanda, the holocaust, cambodia
we find ourselves murdered
we find ourselves massacared
we find ourselves slaughtered
we find ourselves shouting
never again
we find ourselves screaming
never again
and we find ourselves hoping
with every last ounce
of our broken humanity
of every shattered dream
of every broken down family caused by the displacement
we found ourselves
hoping
praying
and wishing
never
again

tell me why the road turns..

2009-01-19T13:58:00.000-08:00

i dont remember anything from when i was two
but i saw that photo of you playing
your guitar
while you smiled gently at me
i never even knew you could play
it wasnt until later that i learned you sold it to help pay
for the expenses of raising a baby in an overcrowded home
and i never got to thank you

i remember when i was nine
you told me that we were descended from royalty
and at that moment it all made sense because
there was no way you were anything less than a king
and you said to me
'the reason i tell you this
is so you know youre good enough for anything'
and i never got to thank you

i remember when i was twelve
you told me about your childhood
growing up poor in the countryside of korea
innocence stolen as north and south clashed
i remember thinking how strong you mustve been to keep it
all together as everything around you got destroyed
and you told me that no matter what youre going through
life always gets better
and i never got to thank you

i remember when i was 15
you taught me how to read and write in the language of our ancestors
so that i would never forget who we were as a people
and where we came from
and i never got to thank you

i remember when i was eighteen
and you were struggling with leukemia
poisoned from the medicine that was supposed to make you better
i remember you gathered up all your strength and came to my highschool graduation

and i never even thanked you

i always thought youd be around forever
that there would always be time to thank you when i was older
i was even with you on your deathbed
i sat with you in the final moments of your life
and i still couldnt find the courage to thank you

but im older now
and im stronger now

so i want to thank you

to thank you for all the love
to thank you for all the courage and strength you gave me
to thank you for giving me a model to mold my life on
to thank you for not giving up on your son
when the virus stole his 3rd sense as an infant
and left him deaf and mute
and would eventually grow to be my father

i want to thank you for always being there for me
i want to thank you for still giving me courage even in your death
and i know youre listening now because you told me you always would
and you told me that you would always keep an eye out on me

from where ever you were

so

wherever you are

thank you