I believe when that when your a child,
this is when your the closest to
being the angels we were back in heaven.
You'll never know,
that he has the strength of an
erupting radioactive volcano,
has the speed of an electromagnetic pulse,
and is more intellectual than galileo,
because when you see him,
he is wrapped in the body of a
two-syear old toddler.
His name is Terrance,
and he is strongest when he slumbers.
Built like a superhero
he is,
Saving damsels in distress in faraway lands like
Iraqi imagrants under hatiain rubel,
or that all-to-familar plumer
who fancy's
a certain Peach.
Maybe its the Nitrogen
in his enflamed bloodstream,
that makes him overcome the
sulfuric-winged angels.
For a long time i wondered on why he wakes up,
crying out like,
caged caranies singing suicidcial psalms,
or enflamed ember-coated fireworks,
or like a superhero
striped of his God given powers.
I am positive he knows,
while his eyes are open,
his fair maiden is still trapped,
in an unfimilar territory,
his city is being
set ablaze by scondrels and bandits.
Its kind of underhanded how,
he can only
save the day, at night,
be powerful, when everyone is still,
and be somebodys' savior while he sleeps,
because he knows,
life is the best
when you live with your eyes closed,
imagination open,
give hope to the helpless,
and invest in the future,
TERRANCE is not a crybaby,
just a helpless hero.
Friday, September 10, 2010
JASMINE NIGHTS
(starts with “hush little baby”)
Its 5 am,
Her voice,
scream across the innocent clouds
That stroke the sky,
like bristles from vincent vango’s paintbrush.
Stars ablaze in the sky like emergency flares.
Dawn creeps across the horizon
like teens
scared because they broke curfew,
and ashamed for bringing home
A dishonorable presence such as the sun.
Fitting...
For the ferocious night
that scared angels away like Haitian children fleeing from the toppling Lego-like buildings
or like drywall that falls when Hurricane Katrina comes home.
The room was dark,
everything sterilized.
The beeping from EKG machine sounded in her ears like,
Thor's hammer piercing
the last nail into her heart.
She layed in bed.
Like Jesus after the crucifixion ,
IV's and painkillers drifted through her veins,
and resulting in a temporary calm.
While her conscious is sits at the table of regret,
playing Russian Roulette with Satan.
He Tempts her to give up and swallow every powder colored the pill on the table,
convincing her unforgiving fingers to pop the vicaden top.
leaving her in her deathbed of misery.
She has the grace of a dove,
the direction of a mother goose with her young,
and under her wild rose rib cage, lies the heart of God.
for 9 months she fed my cousin,
like the jungle feeds tiger lily seeds in rich soil.
she was her fetus flower,
Jasmine,
Like the flower scared of day
So it blossoms at midnight,
Or the princess waiting for Aladdin to discover her
in the "warm middle east",
or like the precious crafted minerals being
fashioned in the center of her cervix,
Her time came to be introduced into the world.
she came into the world,
not screaming,
not trying to break away form the doctors arms,
she was as quiet and as peaceful as the eye of a storm.
Singing her silent solo of innocence.
She was a still-born baby,
Her mother held her....
The gust of doctors and nurses
swiftly pulled her away from Jasmine like
100 mile per hour Katrina winds
that uprooted weeping willows.
Her cries made the Emergency room resound more like a battlefield,
than a hospital room.
Have you ever planted a life and never saw the Harvest?
She screams to the wind like they are ears of God from her cracked soul
"Why did you bless me with a curse?"
And " How can you steal my harvest?"
Her body breaking on the internally to keep the external appearance of stability,
Her emotions and anguish flood the bed,
splashed on the floor,
and seeped into the drain,
The worst part is not trying to remember a person you knew,
but rather dealing with the torment of getting to know the daughter she never had.
The time of year made the dilemma worse,
the devil played a prank that took 9 months
to accomplish.
They will meet again,
in the streets made of golden cobble brick and luminescent halo's,
Mansions encrusted with emerald and sapphires.
My Aunt will hold Jasmine in her arms ,
rocking her to sleep as she sings,
like she did
April 1, 1997.
(ends with “hush little baby”)
Its 5 am,
Her voice,
scream across the innocent clouds
That stroke the sky,
like bristles from vincent vango’s paintbrush.
Stars ablaze in the sky like emergency flares.
Dawn creeps across the horizon
like teens
scared because they broke curfew,
and ashamed for bringing home
A dishonorable presence such as the sun.
Fitting...
For the ferocious night
that scared angels away like Haitian children fleeing from the toppling Lego-like buildings
or like drywall that falls when Hurricane Katrina comes home.
The room was dark,
everything sterilized.
The beeping from EKG machine sounded in her ears like,
Thor's hammer piercing
the last nail into her heart.
She layed in bed.
Like Jesus after the crucifixion ,
IV's and painkillers drifted through her veins,
and resulting in a temporary calm.
While her conscious is sits at the table of regret,
playing Russian Roulette with Satan.
He Tempts her to give up and swallow every powder colored the pill on the table,
convincing her unforgiving fingers to pop the vicaden top.
leaving her in her deathbed of misery.
She has the grace of a dove,
the direction of a mother goose with her young,
and under her wild rose rib cage, lies the heart of God.
for 9 months she fed my cousin,
like the jungle feeds tiger lily seeds in rich soil.
she was her fetus flower,
Jasmine,
Like the flower scared of day
So it blossoms at midnight,
Or the princess waiting for Aladdin to discover her
in the "warm middle east",
or like the precious crafted minerals being
fashioned in the center of her cervix,
Her time came to be introduced into the world.
she came into the world,
not screaming,
not trying to break away form the doctors arms,
she was as quiet and as peaceful as the eye of a storm.
Singing her silent solo of innocence.
She was a still-born baby,
Her mother held her....
The gust of doctors and nurses
swiftly pulled her away from Jasmine like
100 mile per hour Katrina winds
that uprooted weeping willows.
Her cries made the Emergency room resound more like a battlefield,
than a hospital room.
Have you ever planted a life and never saw the Harvest?
She screams to the wind like they are ears of God from her cracked soul
"Why did you bless me with a curse?"
And " How can you steal my harvest?"
Her body breaking on the internally to keep the external appearance of stability,
Her emotions and anguish flood the bed,
splashed on the floor,
and seeped into the drain,
The worst part is not trying to remember a person you knew,
but rather dealing with the torment of getting to know the daughter she never had.
The time of year made the dilemma worse,
the devil played a prank that took 9 months
to accomplish.
They will meet again,
in the streets made of golden cobble brick and luminescent halo's,
Mansions encrusted with emerald and sapphires.
My Aunt will hold Jasmine in her arms ,
rocking her to sleep as she sings,
like she did
April 1, 1997.
(ends with “hush little baby”)
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Hispanish?
So, as you all know or may not know, I'm Hispanic. Go figure, right? Well, I'm Honduran and have lived in America since I've been adopted, about 10 years ago. Anyways, I have a family that is different. My mother is mixed, African American and Caucasian. My uncle is from Trinidad and Tobago. My biological father is Honduran. Anyways, I have a variety of cultures living around me. I love it. I get to know more about the way life is in other countries. Most importantly, I get to embrace other people.
Now, I can't seem to see how come there's an immigration law being made to find the "aliens" living in Arizona. It's like they're pushing human beings away and making them feel like they don't belong. So, I've been real annoyed at the fact that people want to make sure "immigration" is taken care of but there's always "their" side. See, I come from both sides of the argument. Yes, I understand that there may "too many people" here not paying bills or living life freely. (Now isn't that what we all want though; to live freely?) Most of the immigrants come to the U.S.A. to begin a new life, to follow their dreams, and to support their families.
Come on, aren't you a family person too? Don't you want the best for your people, your community, yourself? We all do but some of these immigrants are not only supporting themselves when they move here, but they could be supporting their parents, a loved one, brothers and sisters and even other family members. Now here, we have the same thing. So what's the difference? Immigrants, well not all, want to live in this place called America. They want to be able to provide a new life for their families and their loved ones. The laws aren't always set up to help people become a part of this community so they are shunned but they are still human beings. Everyone wants to fit in and be accepted, others have to fight for it. And that's what I'm doing. I am fighting for the rights of my people and the injustice of the world.
I know that there are immigrants who aren't helpful but there are many more who want to be a part of this community and want to improve their society. They can't do it alone. That's why we must stand up and embrace everyone. You never know, you might find your best friend.
For my poem on this topic check out:
http://shp-vigilantepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/hispanish.html
Also, for some news and articles check these out:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/20/arizona-immigration-law-s_n_544864.html
http://www.lasvegassun.com/news/2010/jul/28/judge-blocks-parts-of-arizona-immigration-law/
Logix
Now, I can't seem to see how come there's an immigration law being made to find the "aliens" living in Arizona. It's like they're pushing human beings away and making them feel like they don't belong. So, I've been real annoyed at the fact that people want to make sure "immigration" is taken care of but there's always "their" side. See, I come from both sides of the argument. Yes, I understand that there may "too many people" here not paying bills or living life freely. (Now isn't that what we all want though; to live freely?) Most of the immigrants come to the U.S.A. to begin a new life, to follow their dreams, and to support their families.
Come on, aren't you a family person too? Don't you want the best for your people, your community, yourself? We all do but some of these immigrants are not only supporting themselves when they move here, but they could be supporting their parents, a loved one, brothers and sisters and even other family members. Now here, we have the same thing. So what's the difference? Immigrants, well not all, want to live in this place called America. They want to be able to provide a new life for their families and their loved ones. The laws aren't always set up to help people become a part of this community so they are shunned but they are still human beings. Everyone wants to fit in and be accepted, others have to fight for it. And that's what I'm doing. I am fighting for the rights of my people and the injustice of the world.
I know that there are immigrants who aren't helpful but there are many more who want to be a part of this community and want to improve their society. They can't do it alone. That's why we must stand up and embrace everyone. You never know, you might find your best friend.
For my poem on this topic check out:
http://shp-vigilantepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/hispanish.html
Also, for some news and articles check these out:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/20/arizona-immigration-law-s_n_544864.html
http://www.lasvegassun.com/news/2010/jul/28/judge-blocks-parts-of-arizona-immigration-law/
Logix
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Start
So, as you may know this is our new blog for SHP. We have decided to share our thoughts and our opinions or point of views on life. Here we will discuss things from inequality, equality, education, justice, love or just world events and issues. We will let you into our thoughts and allow you to understand where we are coming from. We feel that it is our duty, especially as SuperHeroes to save the world with words. We plan on uplifting, educating, motivating and supporting the people who need that positivity in their life. Now, this is just the beginning. Keep in touch and follow us on here.
Thanks for your time and support.
-Logix
Thanks for your time and support.
-Logix
Monday, July 26, 2010
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