Outspoken Poet's Blog

"Pop star Michael Jackson has died in Los Angeles, aged 50.

Paramedics were called to the singer's Beverly Hills home at about midday on Thursday after he stopped breathing.

He was pronounced dead two hours later at the UCLA medical centre. Jackson's brother, Jermaine, said he was believed to have suffered a cardiac arrest."
(BBC news)

The 26th of June shall forever be remmembered as the darkest day in entertainment history.And a dark they indeed it is.My brain is still resisting the notion of a world without the king of pop.No matter what anyone said and no matter his controversial nature I was always a fan of Michael Jackson even though hip-hop is the love of my life.Jacko's music has been with me throughout my childhood and my teens and I can honestly say that it made me a better person.His music was the embodiment of perfection,transcending time,fads,trends even generations.Billie Jean and the rest are the only type of music on which me and my mother agree unanimously.And even though u read these lines, at the time of writting and I bet even as you read I am still speachless as anything said now will not be enough.No praises and no vaunts are need.Is there any need for naming the obvious - no.And even if some day his fans and the people who praise his career go silence his music will echo through time,transcending any fad,any trend and all the generations to come.At least now the media will stop the river of dirth that used to flow to his address, but still part of the guilt is upon them and upon them is the full responsibility for all the kids calling him names without having heard one track from his unique work.At least I can say that I listen to his tracks every week and this observing the quality of music coming out now I shall continue to put them on again and again along with 2pac for a long time and I don't think that this is a bad thing.R.I.P. Jacko, I wish I could have met you.

Poet, Rapper, Actor and Social Activist.

2pac was a generous man full of kindness and goodwill. Here are examples of good things he's done:

- He organized free concerts in schools and the only way to get in was to have the average in class. Before his death, he also tried to create a Base Ball team for the youth in California and the only way to get in was also to have the average. All this motivated youth to study and avoid hanging out in the streets.

- Joshua's parents, a kid who was about to die, wrote a letter to 2pac telling him that their kid wanted to see him before his death. 2pac followed the kid until his death. He then created a publishing house called "Joshua's Dream" in homage to him.

- 2pac created Euphanasia, an entreprise helping charitable causes

-2pac went to the prom of a death friend's daughter

- 2pac wanted, before his death, to create a political party supporting people who helped to build America without wanting anything in exchange

- 2pac bought 850 toys for the Foster school in Compton

- During Thanksgiving, 2pac helped poor people of Los Angeles by giving them 400'000$ of turkey

- 2pac danced for 4 hours at an event with an old lady on weelchair that none cared about

- 2pac was going to take his flight in JFK when he heard on radio that a young girl had been attacked by a dog. He decided to give up his flight and go see the girl in a local hospital. He kept contact with her until his death.

This World Needs More People Like TUPAC.Desperately!Before we finally spin out of control on our selfdistructive path.



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"My Mama used to tell me if u can't find somethin to live for, you best find somethin to die for"

"There's gonna be some stuff u gonna see that's gonna make it hard To smile in the future, but through whatever you see, Through all the rain and all the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullsh*t."

"They got money for wars but they can't feed the poor."

"We gotta make a change. Its time for us as a people to start making some changes, lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live, and lets change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so its on us, to do what we gotta do to survive."

"My only fear of death is comin back reincarnated."

"We talk a lot about Malcom X and Martin Luther King JR, but It's time to be like them, as strong as them. They were mortal men like us and everyone of us can be like them. I don't want to be a role model. I just want to be someone who says, this is who i am, this is what i do. I say what's on my mind."

"The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams."

"If you walked by a street and you was walking a concrete and you saw a rose growing from concrete, even if it had messed up petals and it was a little to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete. So way is it that when you see some ghetto kid grow out of the dirtiest circumstance and he can talk and he can sit across the room and make you cry, make you laugh, all you can talk about is my dirty rose, my dirty stems and how am leaning crooked to the side, u can't even see that I've come up from out of that."

"If we really are saying that rap is an art form, then we got to be more responsible for our lyrics. If you see everybody dying because of what you are saying, it dont matter that you didnt make them die, it just matters that you didnt save them."

"It is easier for a man to destroy the light within himself, than to defeat the darkness all around him."

"People Want To Know The Price Of Everything But The Value Of Nothing."

"It Matter Not How Many Breaths You Take.But It Does Matter How Many Times You Are Left Breathless."

"We live in the time of big men and small deeds,women of class for cheap sex,bigger houses but smaller families"

"All I Got In This World Is My Balls And My Word"
Curtesy of Mr.Scarface and if u cant get pass the initial image of the movie you are a poor creature ;)


(I do not have answers and thus I ask questions.Feel free to respond.)

Have you ever gazed at a star-filled nightsky?I'll presume everyone has.They never leave us stony,they instill in us feelings ranging from romantic tranquility to misteryous confusion.But most of you dont know that a very big percentage of the stars we see with our naked eye are inactive(dead) for billions of years and yet we still see their unstopable light making its way through the vast spaces of the universe.For me,this is the stars trail in history,it's immortal path through the cosmos.
Pending on this the only feeling I ever get when watching the night sky is insignificance,but in a good way.Are our lifes really so long that we can allow ourselfes to go with the flow.Or should we take example and leave our own trail of light to flow through history.It sounds idealistic but to me this is the purpose of life.And what life do we live?What illogical patern of related or unrelated events lead to this organized chaos,grounded on the loss of moral boundaries,that we call modern society?I grew up in the settings of ever groing freedom which unfortunately led people in the wrong way to a downworth spiral, erasing the need for morals and ideals in young minds.And yet,despite my tough time groing up,I somehow turned out an aware human being, constantly asking myself questions with no certain answers,and having the intrusive feeling of responsibillity for my generation,making me twisted and unfit to the morals and goals of the 21st century.
And in these new found goals and principles we gave the word normal a new,twisted meaning.Normal is now someone who asks few questions,who takes the given truth and embraces it.And by doing that most of the people have become,as I call them, "sleepwalkers".They are not specified to certain groups of age,occupation and interests.They are just people who left themselves to go with the flow,satisfied with mediocracy,suppressing their dreams,never to yearn for perfection,never to experience the envigorating chase for the truth.You see them everyday and everywhere.The man who stares blank in the bus window and operates a monotonous workplace day to day is a sleepwalker, but so is the cocky businessman driving his brand new cock reflection(be it a sportscar or a limusine).The young girls spending hours and hours shopping,observing people and focusing on evryones packaging are also sleepwalkers.And they make me sad.Why?Because with their numbers growing a whole nation might fall asleep.Ot has it already?The news are full of murder,homiside and rape reports but people don't really mind.Crisis is upon us, the governments legislate outrageously unconstitutional laws but my people seem to overlook this.So what measures are neccessary to wake the sleepwalkers up?How many more will embrace this way of living,before we realise that this is not IT.How many "scenes of the crime" with charkled figures do we have to witness?And how many teen funerals do we have to attend until we realise that something is wrong?That the only way for things to get better is for us to do something about it,to change our ways.I refuse to believe that we have become so cerebraly troubled as not to understand the simple fact that if we put our differences aside and work together we shall be far better of than in our current state of working towards the whipping of our own asses.Collective inteligence is what we lack.I might speak old testiments on a new voice but the difference is that when others speak I scream, when others walk towards change, I run.

"A coward dies a thousand deaths,
A real man dies, but once."

"It is in pain that lies the creation of beauty"

"What do I do when I bare hope for a whole generation that is just beyond my reach,not beyond my sight?"

(I do not have answers and thus I ask questions.Feel free to answer.)

Radiant stares of delicate treasure bronze eyes
Capture a stars glisten as it lingers in the sky
Her soul silently levitating in the vastness of the night
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.

Thin sunbeam satin strands, lightly dust her skin
Full luscious lips, highlight the slightest dimple of a grin
Her beauty a fascinating portrait, from hair line to chin
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.

Chilled winds lightly blowing, enlarge the peaks of her breasts
Igniting a flaming fire, housed deep within the halls of her chest
Expanding the nights blackened walls, becoming darkness' sweet caress
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.

The shadows light, delicately bouncing off the wavering of her curves
Tracingly devouring the shallow hollows and rounded swerves
Licking up every droplet of her skins dampened preserves
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.

A mirage of perfect perfection, hovers distantly in the night
Highlighted by the earth's glow and the darkness' ray of light
A chameleon of pleasure locked away from mans sight
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.

"The Return To Innocence Lost"

Inspired by a true story.


Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest
No breath
Air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
With each hit, each kick, each...broken rib
Crack, Crack!
Bones are crying
Mommy's crying and bleeding
And pleading
And then...
Daddy wants to fuck
Dick hard, swelled with power rush
And as if all that wasn't enough
Mommy's seven months heavy with birth
As...Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear

First...lullaby
First...Son...will...ever.

Stagnated minds shivering upon the delicate balance of their delusional happiness,
give raise to perverted models of widely accepted madness.
But how can lost souls see when their vision is clouded,
livin in a world where the truth is strongly back grounded.
Keeping undertakers busy and prisons ever so crowded,
living our lives as if all goods should be handed.
Life is a journey ending on the coast of eternity,
but before I reach it I want to get back to serenity.
To a place where the wind whispers a magical song,
where living in this world isn't mad wrong.
If i could i would take it back to start,
long before the ignition of this fire in my heart.
Long before the storm in my soul,
when all that mattered was a good time.
But no!
I find myself here, In a cage that don't exist.
Observing what I dont want to see.
The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have ended
Our hope has descended and off to the side
Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution
Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution.
Our babies are born to suffer,
because we take the message not of an artist but of a buffer.
Our hate to love transcends into a love to hate,
materialism evolves to a state of innate.
While our own kind dies,we sit flagging infront of our plasma screens,
and in their surround sound we become deaf to adolescent screams.
The soul is now our last hope,
comprehend my humble appeal and redeem it from going afloat.

......it's about life....nothing more and nothing less.And life is short - a mere flash within the incomprehensibly vast continium of time that makes an eternity for us be a mere period when taken through the prism of planets and stars if only they could speak.So why not make our flash a memorable one, as a life not striving for changes and without meaning is an arogant waste of space.Live every day like its your last one.Ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off.Try!Try everyday for everything that you wish to have,to be or to accomplish.Because the only time you fail for sure is when you don't try.