Untitled And Unfinished

 

I feel like I wanna break outta the house

I've got to run hard, I think I taste blood in my mouth

My rosary bouncin off the top of my chest

Don't wanna stop in this hood

and I'll take long if I rest

 

When you're in Crown Heights

the filth tends to bite

and the peoples fight about who's more free

But even when I have to pass through the canyon

I'll run to spend my energy.

 

On Poetry

 

Poetry 

Isn't nothing. 

Nothing 

Isn't poetry. 

Utter your word, 

When you have,  

You've poemed.

 

The Opposite Place  ∞

 

Well, I just got back and I wish I never left now

Rather not get shot for saying "holy cow"

If yo hair aint nappy ya aint got no money

A minus world, yeah a whole different country!

It's the opposite place, where if you're light faced it means you're white and you got no money

But I know I didn't have to leave to make them see

"Pimps and hoes" don't own my sympathy

 

     This is supposed to show that white people aren't the only rasists in the world.  I really, really want people to know, for instance, that the infamous "Nigga" Double Standard is about as racist as it gets.  This poem is spoken from the point of view of a white man, perhaps in his mid twenties who just got back home from the neiborhood right next to his, a mostly African American area where anybody who's NOT African American is discriminated against (Sound farmiliar?).  He's so flustered and sinical about how different everything was over there, and how differently he was treated (having a different skin color than everybody else), that when telling his friends about his short stay there, he refers to the neiborhood as a "whole different country," as if he had crossed some kind of border, when he's still in the same town.

 

     That line about "pimps and hoes..."  It's supposed to show that he's saying "okay, but THAT is YOUR problem.  Hah HAH.  Eat it."  It means that he's not going to help them out with if they make fun of his race for being "pussies," but he's also saying, you know, "I don't worry about it, man.  It don't matter to me."  I think he's also starting to dismiss race altogether. 

I dismiss race as best I can.  I think it only divides.

 

     There's a song by the Clash called "Safe European Home" about when Joe Strummer and Mick Jones (Rythym and Lead Guitarists respectively) went on a trip to Jamaica.  It's actually one of my favorite songs by them, and with the first line and pretty much entire rythm of the poem, I tried to emulate "Safe European Home."  I think that the song isn't about the same things mine is about, but it definitely had some racial aspects to it, maybe not really conflicts.

 

     But I wrote it in the very, very beginning of the year, it was the first lyric I had ever written.  I wrote it in maybe 10 or 15 minutes, you know, just rhyming and trying to get to the point.  It looked a lot longer when I had finished writing it, because it was hard to do.  Seven months later, I looked at it again to put it on the Wiki, and I made one revision, it didn't have to do with the big ideas, I just think that the thing sounded dumb (i'd rather not say it) and changed it to But I know I didn't have to leave to make them see.

 

 

Untitled 2

 

 

Hey, hey, baby said

I can't stand still

You can't stop the fall

When you can't pay the bill

 

I can't stand it, the way you have it

Pinning me down in the ring

Your formers know you're back in town

But with His praise, it's a new phase

I ramble, on doing my same old thing

 

You know you're acting unaware

That you're taking effect

On what's between my legs

And what's above my neck 

 

All I can want is to have to same sway on you

I'm tryin to find out 

Tryin to get through

 

In A Week (From My Independent Writing Piece [Title Pending]

 

This is the lyric that sparked Sam's theory of repeating a word over and over again.  I'll take all the credit for it because he didn't help me with this one, but I think he's going to make that tool a useful one...

 

Sometimes I worry this will go on my life through

All this time wasted

Thinking of you

And if I can't see you for a week

I'll beat my insides to a pulp in a week

Why do I know you're hiding if you don't speak?

People can break apart in a week

I'm kind of scared about where

you've been this week

 

People are saying, "just missed her"

I feel that all I need is to kiss her

And if she doesn't show up

I worry this will go on.

 

Turn Around

I don't want you

You better stay away from me

You would know if I wanted you

I think I'd rather jump in the sea

It's really too bad that you want me

I really don't want to even look at you

Stop your whinin that you ned me

I can't give it to you, but my heart's paying the fee

I go down to the river

Let the fish find me

I wanna know what people mean when they say,

"There's many fish in the sea"

I'm sad you're sad

Turn around, 

turn around now.

 

Title Pending ∞

 

This one will be credited to Fairey/Reiser.

 

With a cherry smile

And a wave of the hand

She wandered into

unknown lands

Teaching us that,

with moonlight and a grain of sand,

Not all of our cherries can blossom.

 

But you see, now as she speaks

My excitement at its peak

They see that

not all of us

makes it as a teacher

 

Take your time and think...

Nobody cared for the life she led

Dancin her same old dance

Nobody heard a word she said

Died with the same old chance

All along she raced with death

Racin' her whole life through

Even her last dyin breath

Would fade into the blue

 

This lady, you can't teach her

She was always

her own father

when his soul was bawling for refuge

 

When he did return home,

It was as if he had just gone

and the village merely pointed in laughter...

 

Forever she left us with her dreams

forever she waits above

forever the world continues to scream

Forever, she reminds us of love

 

And with a cherry smile,

and a wave of the hand, 

This lady returned

from those unknown lands

With, in the palm of that waved hand,

A cherry blossom shining.

 

 

     My intention was to emulate "Stairway to Heaven."  The story of this lyric is very loose, and jumbled, and was intended to mean very little.  Now, "Stairway" is cool, but if you ask Robert Plant or Jimmy Page, or Joh Paul Jones what it's about, they'll kind of dodge the question and just tell you who their "lady" is, which is obviously BS. 

 

     I want to leave it to anyone who reads it here or in my notebook or hears The Hypnotized play it to think about what it could possibly mean, because to Sam and I it means nothing.  It's just a cool rhyme and mystic sound.

 

 

This is a Song

 

                                      Fairey/Reiser

 

I love you

I hate you

I want to get to know you

 

I see

A beach

At sunset

 

This is the song that no one knows

'bout all the feelings that you never showed

Could be blues, or maybe ska

and all you need is love (da-da-da-da-daaa)

 

............ Shit!

............ Bloomberg!

............ Steroids!

............ This is a song!

 

This is the song that no one knows

'bout all the feelings that you never showed

Could be blues, or maybe ska

and all you need is love (da-da-da-da-daaa)

 

This is a song!

An unfagettable song!

And it may be very long!

Bu I don't give a crap because THIS IS A SONG!

 

 

 

Would You

Would you love me

If I was

Fat.  That’s what I am

Fat?

Negative twenty-three reasons

not

to ask you that.

Not to ask you that.  Forget

Me.  Forget

Us.  “Forget underreactions and anything around that”

Is essentially what I’m

trying to tell you.

Would you?

 

Sight

 

I think this is the best one I've ever written... maybe from personal connection.  In the blue is the chorus.

 

I caught you starin my way

from over the hills and far away

I think I'll forget you

Unless I hear you say: 

 

"I saw you seein me

and everybody knows you saw me seein you"

Just come over the hills with me at two

And we'll lay together, forever free.

 

I used to turn around and know it was the next guy

Now I think I'm the proper age and challenged myself to ask why

I guess it's one thing for me to learn in this life of mine

And I have to choose a girl, so with you I'll spend the time.

 

And when I say to you tomorrow,

"Come on a trip, come with me"

Come over the hills and leave the sorrow

And lay with me, forever free

 

I used to turn around and know it was the next guy

Now I think I'm strong enough and challenged myself to ask why

I can't just lay here with you, as I know time will fly

I gotta let em know, make em know me, 'cause I will touch the sky.

 

Everybody i know seems to know me well

But I never thought they did better than myself.

Ten years to the day, I gotta know what to say

the next day I can brag

"I caught you starin my way"

 

 

 

     My main goal in this lyric was to convey the absolute joy that this boy feels knowing that the girl he likes was looking at him, but also how determined he is to get through to her in deeper ways, how confident he is that he WILL, and how his confidence has come with experience, not necissarily age although that's how he words it.  ALso what must be known is that he can, has to look at the bigger picture, and insist that he must make EVERYBODY-- not just this chick realize that he's real, and accept it, and him.

 

      How I DID this was writing the verses... :)

 

     As in all of my poems, and I noticed about myself and told the class, if any idea is significant enough, I never just flat out say, for example, "She's a hypocritical, mean person," or "I feel absolute joy when you look at me and I like you and I'm determined to get through to you in deeper ways and I'm confident I WILL."  I always imply, make obvious with other statements, use metaphor, simply just SHOW instead of tell.  Telling isn't any fun, it doesn't make you think hard.

 

 

     I wrote the first two verses while Mr. Ravin was talking once (this statement is designed to make Mr. Ravin crack up laughing but also seem nonchalant on my part), and then he told us to write so I added in that chorus.  I read it to the class, told 'em it wasn't done, because I still had much more in my head, and it didn't feel done.  I knew that the "chorus" was a good chorus, and good choruses are repeated in some way, even if you change them like I did.

 

 

     Probably like, 2 weeks later I added in that sappy 4th verse (in which the young man reminds you and himself of his main goal: to get the freakin' girl), and I let it sit there in my notebook again for maybe another two weeks, and I finally added in the last verse, which is definitely my favorite verse in anything I've done in lyricism. ("Wow, Evan, want a biscuit?")  Then, as I was typing it on to this Wiki page, I remembered that I absolutely needed to repeat that chorus (in some way), but I thought it would be cool if I changed the wording, as his thoughts broaden and he gets more determined throught the song.  I thought it would be cool if I put in a second meaning, because I always write form the point of view, or about characters.  Everybody does, sometimes you just don't realize it because a lot of the time it's you you're writing from.  So anyway, I snuck in the second chorus (with different lyrics, but definitely with the same rythm, and eventually melody) between the 4th and 6th verses.