Archive for September, 2012

a quest beyond the psyche

Posted: September 24, 2012 in Psychology
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hittin’ the mean streets
merely looking for repeats
and of course inconsistencies
for what we know based on conspiracies
and simple fallacies
searching for truth
with demeanor of utter couth
for the answer is out there
not knowing is what we can not bare
seeking light at the end of tunnel
watching things spiral out of control
as if poured through a funnel
settle not
for we get hot
towards the future tis where we look
things we seek not to be found in a book
marching to a different drum
we surely do sweat
on our persistence and determination
is where we place our bet
failure being not an option
all things known will become undone
through the knowledge we hold
the truth shall be told
each day we drudge through
the endless fight
digging clawing
with all our might
seeking what has not been sought
in a battle that has yet to be fought
get freakin’ cocky
the anthem i surely do cry
scream it loud and proud till the day i die
we know now more than we once did
and that’s where masses place their bid
we are a new generation
seeking endless information
we will not rest
for we…truly relentless
are ready for the test
brushed off
wrongly rubbed
frowned upon
never knowing where it all went wrong
we continue in this endless parol
a quest for something new
tis what i sing in this carol
so there i stand just one boy
shouting loud…i’m fully joy


Posted: September 21, 2012 in Uncategorized
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a never ending battle
a constant crusade
all things with which we’ve been tempted
have all been forbade
desperately seeking to spread the love
the love that was given from our Father above
something so real and pure
for any ailment He is the cure
i’m walking with the King
just listen to the anthem I sing
I stand beaten and broken
you hear not the words i’ve spoken
the time is now
align with me
i’ll show you how
and you shall see
the glory and majesty
of our great King
this being a courtesy
from the depths i bring
i stand loud and proud
with my knuckles bloody
and my face is muddy
i’m still scrappin’
to their sidearm they be strappin’
with a grin and a smirk
i heed their advance
for this moment is more than happen stance
it was written and will come to be
for all the world shall surely see
this fight that’s in me
this everlasting creed
open your eyes and you shall see
it’s not just me that must bleed
i’ve got this pen and pad
from which pours out my soul
i’m a soldier with one goal
to be a mighty warrior
the likes of which has never been seen before
for the young, bound, and sadly unspoken
i stand tall with these chains now broken
take me here
take me now
take me for all i am
and you’ll see how
this storm that brews in the depths of my gut
for when the lights of this world…out they’ve been shut
He’ll light the path to which i must walk
act now no more time for talk
as i lie on the field of battle feeling broken
words fall from my mouth with my lips now open
scrape and grasp…with my fingernails i must claw
as the passersby stand in awe
of Glory and victory i do cry
as the enemy shall presently die
in the end it shall be as it was written
as He said before…let me tell you…WE WIN

She gave my mind a shimmy

Posted: September 14, 2012 in Chaos
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Never knowing when it’ll come
All contemplation becomes undone
If only I knew what’s next to come
I got to get me some
Break out this pen and pad
Gotta get it all out
Here we go, I’m about to shout
As it dances upon my shiny tongue
From my lips your ears will be hung
With my ears wide open
She spoke for me to listen
As the words from her mouth they did fall
My preponderance did consider
Consider consider, consider them all
To new direction they did lead
For what’s next on her lips I must heed
With my dear new friend
Our future sees no end
With her near and dear to my heart
From my thoughts she shall never part
Her constant whispers in my ear they do sing
Through the halls of my mind they continually ring
Forgetting where it all started
Recollecting where we’ve been
The breathe flows from her lips still parted
Enticing the flow from my glittery pen
Breaking through all conformity
Knocking down any barrier
To see it unfold is oh so pretty
These words that flow own to the presence of her
Starring at this black and white
Scratches here scratches there
What once was there I do not care
Deep inside thoughts and ideas continue to burn
To what end…time will have its turn
For what comes next will fuel the fire
Stimulating my inner desire
The spinning ideas grow exponentially
Whilst I sit and ponder
To what next dare I wonder
As my pen it continues to bleed
Planting yet another seed
These words I tell you you must heed
For their message you do need
From the bottom of my creativity I’m a scraper
I…I…I just need…another sheet of paper

Pain at Twenty Paces

Posted: September 8, 2012 in Postulates
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In taking stock in those that are suffering from tragic circumstance due to accident or unfortunate health issues, I have begun to consider the possibilities from both angles and am presently formulating my own perspective in regards to the potential psychological conflict.

It tends to happen quite frequently that when a person is suddenly stricken with a debilitating illness or some unforeseen accident, their life changes…not just because of their new health condition, but in regards to their surroundings…more specifically, their support group. Friends and even family members begin to disappear; they suddenly have work that gets busy…family with conflicts…studying to do…homework…chores…errands…

It seems whatever it is, there is always some reasonable reason for them to not be around, and quickly it becomes a habit until they have stopped coming around at all.

From my perspective, this happens for several reasons. We as typical arrogant human beings, have the ‘Superman Complex’. People see all these terrible things in the world but believe somehow they are immune. “It could never happen to me,” they say. We all do it. Let’s be real about this. When seeing a close loved one be hit hart or effected by such a situation, people can’t take it…people shut down. They can’t face the reality that it happened so close to them without accepting the fact that it could indeed happen to them. This is a terrible situation. They definitely don’t want to step out of their own illusion and face the fact that this is a real situation and someone they hold dear is suffering, so they instead move on…they’re no longer close to this person, they no longer have to face it.

An even worse situation is when people tend to assume that with suffering comes a lack of life…these people are not yet dead. They are alive and kickin’. And some of them are kicking very hard…desperately seeking some attention…some companionship. People get it in their minds that their loved one who is suffering can’t possibly have a life…what’s left for them to think about or speak about other than what is debilitating them. This is far from the case in a grand majority of cases. And even in those cases, there is a percentage of those that could be reverted to a more joyful life and situation if they had some companionship to inspire joy…to inspire life. Frequently, when people see their loved ones in that light, they feel as though they can’t handle being around them since they have nothing left. If you were around them, they would have you. Think about it.

Sadly, the bottleneck in this continued avoidance in efforts to ease one’s own situation…one’s own comfort level…one’s own selfish state of being…they frequently succumb to their own suffering. In dealing with their own psychological discomfort of the other person’s suffering, they avoid to the point of no return…to the point at which they feel they cannot come back…to the point to which their loved has moved on and doesn’t want them to come back…to the point at which they have lost their loved one…sadly there is no turning back.

The reality is that this sort of behavior is pretty typical in our society here in America. People have this whole, “can’t someone else do it” attitude. Or they are far too consumed with themselves and what they are going through to concern themselves with what others are being plagued by. In efforts to appeal to the masses and their inherent selfishness…I am asking you to think of it from a purely selfish perspective…

Are you willing to lose this person that you so quickly have lost the time for?

Are you ready to give up all you had with them and all that the future could hold for the two of you?

Dig deep and really truly analyze these questions and yourself…because far too many have had these questions answered for them…for lack of time.

Time continues ticking…you don’t want to miss out on all the joy that could be shared if you just thought for a moment from another’s perspective.

I sent out a text one day to a handful of my friends with a one-line question just to stimulate thought and see the direction the conversation may take with just a little encouragement. This is the result of that text:

 Was Ronald Reagan the father of Hip-Hip?

AcidBurn: Is this a trick question?
Me: Maybe
AcidBurn: Silly boy. Are you playing trivia or something?
Me: Just stimulating thought. Think about it
AcidBurn: Maybe the muse but that’s different. But who gets to decide what it means to be the ‘father’ of something?
Me: That is a good answer. I like it. Very nice, Burn!
AcidBurn: Thanks! May I ask the inspiration for such a question?
Me: Willie Colon
Me: Political Activist & Salsa Legend
AcidBurn: I was googling him….did he ask the question first?
Me: No, he made a comment that got me thinking
AcidBurn: Well, it was a very thought provoking question. I dig it. Nice job, Corey!
Me: Ladies & Gentlemen, an interesting perspective…Who decides what makes the ‘father’ of hip-hop, the ‘father’?

073: That is wrong on so many levels….
Me: Just stimulating thought. Think about it.
073: On one level I get it. Regan’s policies and the actions of his administration set the stage for Me: Hip Hop’s golden era, but as a person he was the antithesis of Hip Hop, so….that’s a pretty offensive thought.
Me: Interesting.
073: What’s the origin of the question?
Me: Willie Colon, Political Activist & Salsa Legend
Me: He made a comment and got me thinking. I am just trying to put it out there. Just stimulating thought
073: That’s the only Willie Colon I know. Interesting indeed.
Me: Well, of course you know him.

Reggie T.: Umm, no.
Me: Are you sure?
Reggie T.: Pretty sure. He was the president when it came around or something…
Me: He was the president. His administration took funding from music in schools.

Xtina: Duh!
Me: I got to hear this!

Angel: Huh no.
Me: Really? Are you sure?
Angel: Uh yeah…why would he?
Me: Just stimulating thought…think about it.
Angel: Ok
Me: I would love to hear more thoughts.
Angel: (via friend) There’s a connection definitely during that time but no way he is influential. Hip hop is an art and gangsta rap stemmed from that era. No true mcs.
Me: Very resourceful…I like the initiative but think harder.
Angel: (via friend) No 1 is! Hip hop is a culture expressed throughout art such as rap and types of rap.

Me: Ladies and Gentlemen, an interesting perspective…who decides what makes the ‘father’ of hip hop the ‘father’?

Thunder: don’t really have much of a background on Reagan or hip hop so can’t really answer that.
Me: Ok…just stimulating thought.
Thunder: I would say multiple people decide who defines who the king of hip hop is. It starts first with someone that is well known in the hip hop world. Then people believe the idea and spread it.

Special K: I would imagine that someone would self appoint the position and it would need to be challenged and lost to be found false. Case and point P. Diddy vs. Jay Z.
Special K: How’s that for stimulating thought?
Me: Very nice. And interesting.
Special K: I win.

how the hell do we get started
lets keep it simple
corey you cant say that
i constantly hear
censorship sucks
i shout in revere
this country is going to hell
can we see what the future holds
is it the children
it should be but is it
well a good question i am posing
but one without an answer
why is there no answer
sadly no one cares
stoners are dumb
teenagers are morons
hippies great but misguided at times
anarchists can be fun
but no future they have
politicians are not perfect
theyre humans i am told
activists typically are phonies
though their causes may be just
support them support them
support if you must
expect nothing to come of it
as i said theyre full of __
now i censor myself
to please the losers that read
as they can not handle
the things in this creed
now i could go on for hours
but to an end i must get
homos are multiplying but how
lesbians think they have power now
rebellious i think not
simply a sad display
of the common corruption
of the youth today
feminists keep singing their anthems
their men bashing politic clashing
never taking heed
to the headlines they read
im so quick to dismiss
youre all pretty useless
piggish men they make me sick
disgusting bastards
their female counter part
the dirty hoochies
poor children without role models
where the hope lies
no one truly knows
tattoos can be colorful
but art is impermanent
families suck but we hold them dear
loss & loneliness is what we fear
money is irrelevant but vital
status is important
but only to thyself
I have bashed on you all
yet love for you i truly do feel
as you are my brothers sisters
friends and companions
without you life is incomplete
for greater than you
i could not compete
i surround myself with greatness
yet find myself alone at times
finish finish finish right now
they scream they scream
the arrogant overweight
the bureaucratic cow
im smart sexy dare i say stupendous
i say what i want whenever i want
i’m everything you can love
& everything you can hate
you take me as i am
or don’t take me at all
im shaken off all the haters
showin love to all my niggas
follow the example i set
to victory i will lead
my lifes an open book
all you need is to read


Posted: September 1, 2012 in Stimulating Thought
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to sit to plan to ponder to outright pontificate the outlandish possibilities the skys the limit there is no end not in sight for we know no bounds we defy laws of physics as everything is physics the mathematical algorithm that makes up our utter insanity is beyond reproach by any mere mortal as the preposterously astronomical conclusion will inevitably be there is no answer or is there the answer is out there or is it or is it so close that it is right here we sit back and ease into our own comfortability yet while still pushing the boundaries of our own existence in an endless effort to bridge this gap between greatness and insanity as those we pass on a daily basis have the potential to be so much more yet limit themselves constantly as they do not see the future nor do they see the possibilities of what could come of their own efforts so we sit and ponder and ponder again and then in drastic efforts take on the huge feat of conquering the injustice of it all and change what is what was and what those think there is to be but not at first because we must wait as we continue to fill our plate with more and more trying ever so effortlessly to prove that we are the kings and gods that our reputations uphold us to be then only sit back for a mere moment to speculate the possibilities of what it is that we are about to partake in this endless battle that we engulf ourselves in whilst watching the plate overflow and then as the shot of adrenaline surges through our veins we feel the course as it tingles throughout our body and in a single glimmer of an instant we notice that we are no longer sitting and the second hand is upon us and time is on our side as we as if not of our own doing possess the time itself and it flows from us at the last possible instant in the very opportune moment the pieces that make up this intricate jigsaw as if meant to by some greater power now fit together ever so tightly yet gently and with only nanoseconds to spare we feel the rush as all is well…victory is ours