Disappointment ...

Tired of the do nothings 

Tired of people who refuse to apologize
because they insist they did nothing wrong 

and being right is more important than keeping a friend 

Tired of people who complain
I leave dental floss strands lying on their floor 

but they take my bamboo wooden cutting board,
bang it into broken pieces
and chop meat on it to boot, 

even though I gave them a plastic one for meats

Use my table to burn cigarette scars,
Then strip the screws so the legs refuse to stand straight,

Take my metal file cabinet, drag it to the center of the room 

and place a big plant on top so the metal rusts through

Take a rug that's not theirs and decide what it's for and where it goes

People who deny they're addicts but take too many pills 

so they can sleep their lives away, avoid all responsibility

Tired of people who drink their lives away yet deny they're mentally ill
or hoarders who can't throw away rusted empty cans

Tired of being used like an old dishrag to clean everyone's shit because they refuse to clean their own

Tired of having friends who don't make amends but drive through the center of my heart in an old jalopy giving off smoke so thick it should have never passed the emissions test, smoke so thick I can barely breathe and am losing my ability to see

I'm tired of my mind that makes me think all these thoughts forces me to realize I have no friends

All alone my heart hurts from the pain the wounds are deep healing is like a dream 

I try to visualize escape to a world where friends are real

and realize I need to create a better new world

Love-Ism Volume I: A Critical Mass and Other Poems

I am still mulling through Love-IsmVolume I: A Critical Mass and Other Poems.  This is not an easy-to-read book. It is similar to a college text in that the reading is slow going - not because it is not interesting but because the content is so rich and varied and one must really have their mind ready to concentrate. You know what I mean if any of you can remember being in college or post grad school. Coorough's books are very dense with information and packed with historical details including but not limited to the history and development of the United States Government and the history and development of other governments worldwide. 

Coorough incorporates all this information and brings it home when he shows specific example of how particular governmental techniques and regulations travel from one leader to another and more specifically, how these techniques have been used world wide to capture audiences and create working agendas in addition to controlling the populace.

The density of information and history combined with the intensity of Coorough's emotions bring this text home. His interpretations of world events put into perspective current events and also provide an alternative for the direction of current governments worldwide. Coorough's agenda is to raise awareness to show how we (the worldwide we) can be part of creating a new world that will be sustainable for our offspring. In general people have been like puppets and in scientific studies and has been proven people are very easily manipulated to hurt one another. This has led to our current situation where we have put the planet's sustainability in danger as well as harming many species. For example, current farming practices have become a travesty where animals suffer from birth to their short death.

I strongly recommend this book and his others - especially to spread the "occupy" message and clarify the realization that our world needs change and it is overdue. If Castro could bring back coral reefs to Cuba, we can force change if we think and move together altruistically. I shudder to think about what will happen if we let things go and act like the robots we've become, just letting the world happen to us instead of participating in creating a new world meant to benefit humanity.

I strongly recommend this book and his others - especially to spread the "occupy" message and clarify the realization that our world needs change and it is overdue. If Castro could bring back coral reefs to Cuba, we can force change if we think and move together altruistically. I shudder to think about what will happen if we let things go and act like the robots we've become, just letting the world happen to us instead of participating in creating a new world meant to benefit humanity.

I very much appreciate Coorough's descriptions of John Lennon and Yoko Ono's "Bed In" as examples of how all of us can collaborate to create change.

Our Fallen

I received the poem and youtube link posted below today. I considered how yesterday was Memorial Day and all our soldiers and wounded throughout the world deserve to be honored and I felt Carlos Rojas is doing a good job here of honoring his friends. 

I also like Rojas' rhythm and style and feel the video really brings out his words. Rojas is not only lyrical, his delivery conveys his passion and that is what brings his work to life.

Please check below his lyrics for free downloads which for free, is more than worth it.

Check out the link to his youtube video where Rojas is in full regalia telling us his story. 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_V_UOFHCAM

From Carlos Rojas Jr.(Lcpl Rojas) 

I am a U.S. Marine who wrote this last year after we lost 2 Marines in Morocco. 

    

      

Walking the streets of Africa,

these massacres occur so unexpected

the other night some Marines died,

never be resurrected

everyone's got a day & time,

nothing in life's perfected

their families cry,

these are the times we see life in perspective

the purpose for the hurting,

these modern day disasters

I wish that I could call it,

I feel no one would answer

prayers for the dead

but they live on

as we continue fighting

these are my brothers,

this is family, we stand as one united

for all Marines who witnessed death but just couldn't escape

may the Lord's angels give you peace, and guide you to his gates

AMEN - 

Lyrical

4/12/12 Dedicated to Cpl.Kerns and Cpl.Reyes

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I Am What I Am (Trailer) -Mark Morrison

Mark Morrison (@_markmorrison) - I Am What I Am (Trailer)

VIDEO: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jfapDcApR8

Mark Morrison is preparing to release his first official single in seven years, titled “I Am What I Am”. A trailer to the music video is now available on YouTube.

The ‘King of British R&B’ is set to release his third studio album soon, also entitled ‘I Am What I Am’, which is expected to feature guests such as Trae Tha Truth, Trina, DMX, and Crooked I of Slaughterhouse. His multi-platinum debut album 'Return of the Mack' sold over 3 million albums worldwide.

One of the most talked about artists, that single-handedly pioneered the UK R&B movement of the 90’s is now back to reclaim his title. The Mack is Back!

Upcoming Violet & Dubblex at Hell's Kitchen Festival featuring Leo Mintek

Saturday, May 18th - 

Violetwrites Ensemble featuring Dubblex 

Performing  at the 5th Annual 

Hell's Kitchen Art Festival

http://artistsinthekitchen.org/

The PlayWright's Celtic Pub
732 8th Ave, between 45 and 46th Street
212- 3548404

We will perform from 12:50 to 1:50 a.m.

Days below, Friday and Sunday we're not scheduled but will opportunity to perform since according to the person in charge, there are always performers who are unable to show up - so we'll be on call both days to make the night move forward!

Friday, May 17th on call to perform for no shows:
Tobacco Road
355 West 41st Street, just east of 9th Avenue

Sunday May 19th on call to perform for no shows too:
O'Flaherty's Ale House
334 West 46th Street
212-581-1542

On May 17^th, I am grateful to have Leo "Minimum-Tek back me up at the performing my "Bluetry".

Leo Mintek will perform a few of his own and we plan to also feature Violet & Dubblex, along with tromboetrist Demetrius Daniel.

Leo will be there one day only because he has previous commitments with his band Outernationals. I plan to make the most of that live guitar.

The other days I will be there with Dubblex, and Thomas Hubbard where we will be on call to perform for no shows, probably listed as violetwrites AKA Joy Leftow ensemble. 

Tribute to Rodriguez & Joy performing her bluetry - YouTube

Tribute to Rodriguez & Joy performing her bluetry - YouTube

I DENY IT, I AM NOT A RAPPER

The sky moves beneath my feet; a glistening sun burns my feet

I behold in agony - sadness searching for laughter, I turn to old movies

A checkered sunset rises westbound another demonstration of old things turning new

Tempestuous over tides ruin blandishing broomstick houses

A fire consumes my overgrown garden

Rheumy overtures turn on anticipation mode
I wait while I fight fires or let go

The deep dark vilifications waiting below

The sky moves beneath my feet, planets aligned with fate ignites

Success coming in each new breath, intake and release faith

Tremors take hold, separate skin from bones penetrate my will to procreate

A life out of sight a brand new game emerges from flames

I enter a new dimension, time all aglow with hearts and broken rainbows

Forms beneath my feet towers of past delight but mostly hurts out of sight

Letting blame go becomes easier day to day trying to make it burn to incite more delight

Feign letting go, letting go girl is so hard to do

Hold on to just deserts, I got my last swirl in mad swirl swimming in converts following my concerts

I will get mine tonight

The time’s just right

I will get mine tonight

My just delights

Will be mine at long last

Come on and say it with me:

My just delights

Will be mine at long last

XX’s dad insists on calling me rapper and arguing about it is senseless although I deny it. “I am not a rapper.” I say. My Indian physical therapists insist too. “You are a rapper miss Joy.” I deny it again. “I am not a rapper I declare.” I jam my poetry to music, my baby bluetry.” They say, “OK, OK, we don’t know what to call you we want to come out and support you at your next performance.” Call me you what you want. You can’t define my style and there’s the rub, compare me to anyone.

I feel it in my soul tonight, my poetry and voice reveals your heart. Art a la carte is coming to town via Violet. Blowing in with wind.

Living life is out outta sight, and the glory shall be he said to me, death is coming for everyone. I got the right. I overpaid my dues too just like Rodriguez who lives next door to me.

The sky moves beneath my feet at my command

My just delights will be mine at long last, stay in tune for the jazz band

Aligns with sun signs long past due

I contritely join another band with my last strand of energy

Because I will never let go, my words survive.

Stand in line to criticize me

So-called friends gather together to conspire to criticize me. They review and share the litany of my misdeeds, judge my improprieties. Criticized from all sides. Some call me fickle because of how I live my life. If you’re seeking someone to criticize don’t let me stand in your way. Just stand in line I’m about to sell tickets.

One friend knows how to act to fool anyone and she believes her own lies. I remember she fooled two therapists proving two was as easy as one to deceive. She told me one was for her heart, the other one for her mind. She can no longer see what is deception or illusion. She is like me, lives in her private world of delusion. A flimsy sense of right and wrong betrays me; I see the world through a film of gauze and baubles - always let down.

Criticizing is a waste of time and so easy. Eventually, I get tired of your unkind ways and tell you alcoholism is a mental illness. I resolve not to continue to be unkind so I apologize.

Everyone else is more sensible, They know how to avoid trouble and when I say that is what I’m doing - the same as they have done, I’m called insane and crazy though I’ve been called worse. I say the unsaid things no one else says.

I tell Buck Henry, “I’d rather be faithful but when I get unhappy I also get unfaithful.” He laughs and agrees life is like that. I’d rather not throw stones but when so many stones hit you how many do you take before you throw some back. Imagine! A plagiarizer and a drunken fool with nothing to show stand in line to criticize me. Kill yourself slowly, you have someone waiting below you.

You give yourselves leave to play gods to my queen. You’re both so perfect you have the right to judge me so stand in line to criticize me.

You know you’re better than me if we don’t count your predilection for alcohol and prostitutes bragging how much you hate condoms. I don’t need weapons for my two main accusers. She had him write all her papers so she could go to college to become a nurse. She explained to us how God put him there to write them for her. I pray she’ll never nurse anyone I know. Oops my bad, I agree you’re both better than me. Stand in line to criticize me. Friends don’t criticize = for stupid stuff. I resign myself to stay positive and move towards the light so everything will be all right.

I’m selling tickets now so stand in line to criticize me.

Julio says,  “Everyone kicks a falling star. It’s in your planets to be a humanitarian. You have no luck sister because you were a fallen in a past life. Take yourself away from negativity. Don’t think about negative people and only be with those who are positive. Do this sister and stay positive and move towards the light and everything will be all right.”

I’m moving on to a new hemisphere. Bygones are bygones even woebegone. I’d accept an apology but I understand it’s more important to be right. New beginnings are out of sight!

I make a new year’s resolution to make more friends… and to make amends.