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Monday, October 27, 2008

City Boy

A desire to thrive in a city so grand.
A city where success is scrutinized
and accomplishment is ordinary.
"What will I become?" asks a city boy.


A city where the richest man is nameless,
where the less privileged are tainted.
A place that praises what we portray to be,
and shames those who demonstrate modesty.
"What will I amount to be?" asks a city boy.

Will I succeed? Praised for what I have achieved?
Or will I be plain and ordinary?
Forgotten like the majority?

Will I lead? Inspiring ones to succeed?
Or will I succumb to be a follower?
Endlessly searching for wisdom to heed?

Truly a city that is so grand
that it forces a boy to question:
“Will I ever become a man?”

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

A Woman's Presence

Stricken by the presence of this woman
whose beauty and presence is unmatched;
whose existence leaves my mind unsettled.
How quick it travels to imaginary's door.

Blinded by the eloquence of her hair,
which its scintillating presence and volume
send a shocking sting through my veins
piercing through my ability to move,
neutralized by the IV of beauty.

Deafened by her sweet voice,
the captivating sound.
A sound which turns the busiest man
into the most ignorant man.
Ignorant to time, and to the world.

Paralyzed by her presence.
Mentally banished from reality.
The happiest man alive.
For the moment,
by the presence of this woman.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Elevator

My body shudders in fright
Sensitive to the slightest sound,
movement, or light
With every passing second,
Anxiety creates drips of sweat
Becoming lakes of anticipation

Escape's entrance slowly closing

With no exit I gasp in desperation
Wanting to inhale
But fear has emptied out the air

Panic turns to rage,
Sensibility turns into inability
A futile rush for what doesn't exist
An opening, a crack, something,
If only I had the poise to just push the button

Living Through the Shadow of the World

Privately walking through whats public
Vaguely appearing before whats visible
A blur to the rest of the world


Softly speaking at a social gathering
Delight in the company of silence
Laughter amidst solitude

A name, a listing, a number
A thought, an object; scenery
Loneliness forever

Monday, October 20, 2008

Making the Cut: The New York Knicks

For a team that has been plagued with being stuck in the mire of disappointment, a shred of hope has emerged for the loyal Knicks fan. With a series of lackluster seasons under the franchise's belt, hope has also become promising for young professional players trying to leave their stamp in the NBA. The Knicks would appear to be the ideal location. Their former starting PG(Marbury) is one year removed. Their new starting PG (Duhon) is on a "pay-as-we-go" salary, being rented for only 2 years. Their starting SF(Richardson) is there only because there is nobody better. The franchise is reluctant to pay the two fan favorites in Robinson and Lee. Nobody wants their starting PF(Randolph), and their alleged "former" starting Center(Curry) is too busy eating fast-food at the local tattoo parlor.

What does this mean for a player such as Patrick Ewing, Jr.? Traded from Houston for "considerations" would make it seem that his arrival was a steal. Yet would it be fair to see someone with his ability and potential to be let go in the same manner in which he came, for nothing?

For most established franchises with a fixed unit of players, potential might not be good enough. But for a team looking for change and hope, shouldn't the factor of potential weigh more heavily?
Or should guys like Jerome James, who views himself as a "filler," be kept just because he's being paid $30 million, in the aggregate, to play? Isn't the opportunity cost of his salary the same regardless of whether he's on the roster or is waived? He hasn't played at all during the preseason. When will he play?

Forgetting the legacy that shadows Ewing Jr., it would still be a discredit to the rising regime to waste potential because it contradicts with a honorable philosophy. New York doesn't deserve another year of having the same faces sitting in suits on the bench. They should be filled with players that still have the passion to give their best, to leave their stamp, to begin their own legacy, regardless to what extent that will lead.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

World

Goals and thoughts dashed to pieces
The time when prosperity ceases
When greed and selfishness have driven ones mad
How quick many have lost what they once had
What may be viewed as sudden to some
To others a cycle or a slide of more things to come
As if our mental sand-castles have been swept away by the waves
Now we're left all confused, as if we were suddenly trapped in a maze
With no certain step to the left or to the right
Many now to want to give up the fight
To just sit helpless on their beds, as they lay curled
Wondering if they should ever again invest in the world

Friday, October 17, 2008

Picture

The stars have their glimmer
And the sun has its shine
But your eyes blind me.
If only I could see what's almost divine
To take notice for one moment what's pure
To remove the barrier that makes things obscure
And receive the ultimate cure
A of you, in my deepest person
Oh how precious and secure
The thought of having you near
As if you were right there behind that door
Awaiting anxiously to surprise meand put my heart into an uproar
As it beats anxiously awaiting your delicate implore
To lead me captive in your heart's most isolated floor
Where all the love you possibly have to share
Will shower me as if i'm a little boy lost in a candy store
Yes, it's you I adore

Ever

wonder what you mean to me?
Ever wonder if in my heart you're my queen bee?
Ever wonder if in this second you're my only desire?
Ever wonder if like a precious jewel, its you i'd like to acquire?
And to you, i'd wish every day to retire
To you, i'd devote all my love and time
To you, even if you were the tallest building, trust me, I'd climb
This can't be love, because I have so much more to give
Not just money, time, or gifts,
But precious moments that we can forever relive
But if this is love, how unimaginable our future will be
Having this feeling thats so strong, my lips stay in constant glee
I truly speak with my heart never more sincere
Its to you I wish to embark on this new frontier
And trust me i'll dive head deap without any fear
Because for your heart, i'll do anything to be near
To be close, to be the first person you hear
Even if it means shedding a tear
Just know that if you let me, I will forever be here

Colorful Dream

A colorful dream is what I have thanks to you
A black and white picture filled with my desires
From which you have colored emotions inside of
Thank you for defining a mere thought
Something for which I have dug deep and sought
And now this thought will remain free
And forever fight against getting caught

Two hopes

Hope is what I have, and yet it has found me twice
Not only is my future bright and everlasting,
But now my heart is more precise
No longer is it torn with questions like, "what if?" and "how come?"
Now it is envisioned with "what will we become?"
It's as if an unimaginable dream has come true
Two hopes, now both a reality
People live their whole lives trying to find one
And yet with a little effort and patience, I have two
Have I bordered the edges of morality?
Or is it really just beyond my mentality?
Would I believe it, even in a dream?
Or would I embrace it with a jovial scream?
A scream for a girl, who's so beautiful,
That her smile alone can fill my heart with esteem
Hope is what I have, and yet it has found me twice
When I look at her wonderful heart,
How I've dreamed of sharing just a slice
And now that my dream has come true
What will we become or be?
Happiness is what my heart wants,
And I know with you,
It can be as endless as the waves of the sea