Tuesday, October 01, 2002

There will be more of the good stuff ahead. Right now i'm gonna complain a little. I haven't really written alot of poems or anything for a while but thinking about life has influenced me lately and i can't ignore the calling. Here's some bio, just in case your wondering. I'm from brooklyn but i'm living in rochester because of school and i have no clue when i'm going back to the city. Also i'm black, sometimes mixed, jamaican, well endowed and i have a girl friend named Aidee who's dominican (i guess this part isn't really about me).You know in a place like rochester it's tough getting active or just finding something to do so i might as well waste my time writing either about something or about nothing. Check this out though, this is my schedule almost everyday:
wake up
walk 20min to class
i'm in class
after class i'll either eat or sleep
i'm in class again
walk 20min back home
i'm home
next i'll either study or do something i find fun
watch tv
go to sleep

and that's it, sometime between that i take a bath and take care of the little stuff. why is my schedule like this? because there's nothing here in rochester. I am party responsible for being bored but damn can this place help me out. It's tough because i'm from brooklyn, the big ny and i miss that place big time and within the last three years i've been in the city what for about a month a year, that's crazy to me.

Well that's all for now, still trying to figure out how this blog thing works, trying to get this webpage more "spiffy". Before I go just wanna give a shout out or a write out or letter out whatever you wanna call it to the "ordinary shy guy". I know this guy, don't be fooled, he's not that ordinary or shy.

Monday, September 30, 2002

It has begun, this is infinite. I'll usually post poems or ideas or just anything and things like that. I am the delicioius treat that's sometimes freaky. Here is a treat, let me know if it's delicious:

You'll never know
jealous of the undeserving Earth
Eruptions in my soul, why can't you feel it too
seasonings of Bueaty every other day
still i'm here hoping every day I pray
Illicit are my feelings, explicit are my thoughts
Careless for the future, concentrating on unlikely
A nightmare keeps me up in this bed i've made


To you, who view, i hope you've found happiness or dedicate yourself to that end.This is not the End. More to come. Peace