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Johan: it be AWESOMEEEE if you can write back or like write down my email and we can be like internet buddies or something haha. Anyways I'm prbly taking up a lot of room on this tag board so I should end this but seriously I love your style and your poems keep it up man. And for the record I have never written to any famous person before this is my FIRRST time so its kinda weird for me, Anyways GOD BLESS and I wish the best for you.
Johan: Woowww it took me so long just to learn how to get this thing going haha. Poetri you are like the coolest guy I know about without actually knowing you. I've been a huge fan of your work for like about 3 weeks now well... Since i started my intro to poetry class in college, After watching your work and other poets on Def Jam I was inspired to practice on Slam Poetry. Last night I actually tried writing to you on your contacts link but I dont think it went through not sure. However, if it did it
Lyss: OH MY GOSH. Dude, you have like NO way how awesome it is for you to reply. SO AWESOME! But, yes I hope you do come next year, cause I can tell you now, we have MUCH love for Poetri! My drama techer said that I could do a rendintion of "Monsters" for the class and I am so excited. Truely one of my favorites
Poetri: Wow! that is so nce of you to say. I normally don't respnd in this box, but I tried to go to your link and it didn't work...ughhh. So, I hope you read this. And I hope and pray I can come to your school. Yay!
Lyss: Dang, Poetri. You have like NO idea how much od a FAN I am of yours. For serious. My schools trying to get you to come up next year and see us,let's hope you do cause that'd be like so effing awesome. no lie. Your stuff is like so down to earth true, and that's why I love it. Because I can seriously relate to it. Anyways, just droppin by,Lyss
Kris: Hi Poetri! Stopping through to catch up on you and to say hello!! Your cute pic of the week is ADORABLE!!
Pheandy: Hello everyone....just wanna visit you here.
Joan: Hi....just wanna see if you're there come visit my place too.
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kat: 648 entries!!!...ok i just found my new addiction..
Joanne Troppello: Just dropping by to say hello.
Garf: care to exchange link?
Lorianna: Happy Birthday (Burfday!) week! Sounds like you are having fun, despite all of the "burfday" trauma. Too bad I don't live in CA, or I would come to your party! But have fun! Hope it's just as off the hook as last year...HAPPY BIRTHDAY! God Bless! (:
Kris: Hi Poetri! I wanted to wish you a good weekend! And I wanted to stop in to say hello since I hadn't been by in a while! I'll stop by again soon to catch up on you!
khei: hi... just blog hopping.. found yours and I like it! good to read a blog like this! care to xchange links?anyway, God bless!
Toni: Just passing by decided to stop and I like it. I plan to stop by more often. Stop by my page and bless me with a prayer or joke every now and then.
lws:
Virtuous: She is a cutie....you should be proud!
Virtuous: Nice site Poetri..just stopped by
Kris: Hi Poetri! Just stopping in to check up on you and to say hello!! Have a great week ahead!
电话录音卡: In the hours of distress and miser,the eyes of every mortal man turn to friendship;in the hour of gladness and conviviality ,what is our want?It is friendship.When the heart overflows with gratitude,or with any other sweet and sarced sentiment,what is the world to which it would give utterance?a friend.
Kris: Hi Poetri! Have a great weekend!
Joanne Troppello: Hi. Thanks for stopping by my blog. If you want to become part of the Christian blog roll, just visit this link: http://christianblogosphere. blogspot.com and email the owner of the site (Michele Luts) and ask her to add your blog site. God bless and have a great weekend!
Joanne Troppello: Hi. Thanks for stopping by my blog site. I like the color scheme of your blog. Great blog entry for Tuesday. If you don't mind, I'd like to add your blog to my friends list!
MissE: I needed to hear this today...thanks for preachin' :)
Miss E: I needed to hear this today...thanks for preachin' :)
emz: hi! stumble into your blog at Emmyrose.. uve got a nice blog here and d color is good too! Happy weekend to u!
lws: your new design is so cute and its just so nice a very good combination of simple fashion colors.
Tiffany: I love what you've done to the place. I'm gonna add you to my list so I won't have a problem finding your site again. Be back soon!
Lorianna: Like the new look...wanted to let you know...you are my BLOG highlight of the week...(:
Lorianna: Stopping by to catch up...intense poem...truly awesome!! God will bless you for glorifying Him here on your blog and your shows, and in your life in general. The world definetly needs more "Poetri"s. (:
medicine: good article!
kai: nice of you to insert your videos here
june: Love the poetry and write myself but not posted one for a couple of weeksHave a lovely weekendHugs June x
Lorianna: Hi Poetri...thanks so much for your encouraging message on my blog about my poem...I agree that as long as poetry and writing comes from the heart, it is beautiful. Thanks! I appreciated that. Congrats on your next pitstop on the road to being famous...I'll definitely tune in to see the show! Congrats!!! (:
work from home: I greatly appreciate your journal.It is really nice.
Lorianna: Thanks for your visit! I added you to my list...by the way...if you come back to read my poem that I posted, please keep in mind that it is very elementary and was written many years ago on a whim...I posted it because I found it in my files and thought is was cute. So please don't be too critical of it...lol...with your reputation and talent, my poem is like 1st grade...hahaha...but do read my book excerpt too if you have the time...that's not too bad...(: God bless you and enjoy your day...
Lorianna: hi poetri...my first time visiting your site and i just wanted to say that you are HILARIOUS...God definitely gave you an awesome sense of humor...and don't worry "He who began a good work in you is faithful to complete it"...I'm sure he's not done with you yet...do you mind if I post you on my site? Stop by to visit sometime and let me know if that's okay...bye!
lws: hi poetri have a great w/e..God bless you and your family always
Poetri: Wow! I never saw all these new entries over here. I stopped looking over here cause it has been awhile since people ahve left me messages...thanks all o fyou. talk to you soon. Yay!
Kris: Very nice blog! I enjoy reading it!
Rev. Handy: Just wanted to say hello and God Bless...
Tiffany Jones: Nice blog you got here, just stopping threw.
Lutchi : nice blog you got here...Visit me at my blog when u have time. TC
jr: great blog
sweetlocs26: ok having issues again posting on the blog lol...did post somethin but didn't put name but u know who dis is yo lol lol
Mey: You crack me up! Great Journal!!
chrissy: great site. Come check out mine.
Emma: Just blog hopping -
darnesha: hi!:)
ty: Hi I'm just checking out everyones journals and inviting them to check out my website http://www.extremeevangelism.com Take care and God bless Ty
Bogart: I really really am glad I stopped in for a quick peek at your Journal! Love love lovin' it! Lot of energy, very positive. . had my smiling. . great way to start the day . . or end the day!
Mary Ann: Hi! Really nice journal! Come and stop by mine sometime.:)
darnesha: Hi, Poetri! Nice to stop by again!
laquisha: I really enjoy the spoken word on the new series black. white on f/x. Can you tell me where to purchase the poems the young people share on that show?
Carol: Wow!
myrtle: dropping by to say hello and wishing you a blessed day.GOD BLESS.
Rev. Handy: Just passing through and wanted to say hello and God Bless!!!!!
lws: success is not merely something that you will someday attain success is yours the moment you begin to truly appreciate, value and enjoy the journey.what i mean to my 2nd comment...have a blessed day
lws: how are you?God bless sister hug
MR. POETRY MAN: Poetriiiii [the guy on Oprah]
Hikaru: hello poetri! i saw you..yesterday @my school! i liked your poems! they made me laugh REALLY hard!! well, good luck to you with all your other poems!
Carissa: Hey poetri. enjoyed reading your blog. i saw you on oprah yesterday. yes yes so now you`re "AS SEEN ON OPRAH" haha well i really enjoyed your poems and ur comedy. you kept me laughing. 1
Anonymous:
tracy : hey i enjoyed having you coming to our school it was very entertaining I hpoe to see you back at our school
veronica: hi you went to my school today and i thought that you were great and that your son is going to be happy that your his dad my favorite poem was the one that was about your wife it was soooooo sweet and thoughtful of you i hope that you and your wife and the baby thats on way have a great life!!!!!
Rachel: Hi there! i enjoyed your blog today!
darnesha: Hi! Stopping by to say Hi and come visit my on fire for christ forum! There's a link to it on my site:)
Eric: Haven't been here for awhile, hope this find you well.
Eliza: I'm out random blog-hopping around the Bravenet Bloggiverse and landed here. Wow .. you have a way with words! Anyway, I thought I'd say hello and leave you a delicious banana before I go!
*ME*: P.S. you do know, I know?
*ME*: Oh my Lord!You look good for 105, what calendar are you using?You seem to read the same Bible as *ME* - Stay happy in *HIS* world he gave to *US*
venom75: Happy New Year
Marylin: Check out Words Words Words, I think you'll like it!
Poetri: We are about to have a bomb diggity show...that's what is going on at Da' Lounge...hahaha. But other than that...we have a feature that is off the hook and I will be hosting the first half and all of this will be freeeeeeeee!
abby: hey quick question what is going on this week the 22 of nov at da lounge? thanks
GirlyGurl: Hello, you have an awesome journal here!
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amourra: Please! I should get there early enough though...
amourra: See you guys at Da Lounge Tomorrow. Save me two center seats in the last row
KK: hi! i'm just blog hopping and i hopped onto your journal!
poetri: hahaha...I know...cool huh? I met him a couple months ago at a show I did for the ACLU. He is a real nice teddy bear...I mean guy.
Miss_E: Where the heck did u meet Ed Asner? I love dude- I have a teddy bear I named after him :)
Beth: just blog dropping and wanted to say HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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lws: God bless you and ur Family
venom75: Haven't been here in awhile and thought I'd stop by. Hope all is well.
poetri: yes it is your own FAULT!!!
Lyric: Cause as many times as I've read your journal, I've never seen this tag board here. (but I guess that's nobody's fault but my own, huh?)
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Tuesday, February 9th 2010

08:43:10 AM

Let's get real.

Okay, this is funny.  Now, I can see what I am really made of.  Now is the test.  Now is the time.  I don't know what is going on, but now I can see what I am really made of.  Am I doing this for me, or am I doing this to be seen?  Wow.  This is great. 

You are probably thinking "what the hec am I talking about?".  Or you might not be thinking that at all...heck, I am not even sure if you are reading this...you could be thinking about ordering a large fry and a chicken sandwich...or maybe that is what I am thinking...ughhh...I don't know.  But, lemme tell you what is going on.  It is very small, but I am kinda excited about this.  I started writing my journal years ago.  I wrote in a little brown book, my deepest thoughts, desires, hang-ups, accomplishments, mental goals, pains, ups and downs.  It was my private little book.  No one read or saw it but me.  Then, I got tired of actually writing (physically) every night and started typing up my journal on the computer.  I opened this Bravenet journal page and started transporting those same deep, secretive thoughts onto my page. Thus my public journal journey began. 

If you go back far enough, you will see some stuff that I probably shouldn't have put out for the public to see.  But that was me.  Writing freed me.  Then I got married and continued writing these thoughts.  My wife shared with me that she didn't feel comfortable with the WHOLE WORLD knowing our business (makes sense)...so I eventually stopped writing pretty much altogether.  I picked up the habit again on and off for a few years, but I never really got back to my deepest thoughts.  I have always had a large number of people reading my journal.  At one point it was like 800-900 people a day.  Recently it has been about 300-400...but the point is, I have always had people reading.  Because of that, I have questioned on many occasions, why I am I writing.  Am I writing to release or am I writing to please?  Who am I writing for?  The journal started out as a method for me to stay sane...writing down the inhumane behavior, the crazy situations, the wild nights, the asking for forgiveness mornings, the battles between my good side and my evil side...but deep down I always wondered was I just writing to entertain.  With 900 people reading, did I care more about what you thought of what I wrote then what I thought about what I wrote...hmmm. 


Well, today is a whole new day.  I started back writing in my journal again and I just so happen to look at my stats and I have had a total of 30 viewers in the last five days.  Ughhh.  WHAT?!?!?!  That's it!!!  Either something is wrong with my counter or no one cares to care what Poetri is thinking nowadays.  Is this a bad thing?  hahahahaha...NO!  At first, I was tripping, but then I started thinking...THIS IS GREAT!  If no one is reading this, maybe I can get back to realness.  I will have no choice.  I won't have to question.  NO ONE IS READING!!!  I have no one to impress.  I am just writing to release much stress...and that is it.  No need to try to be funny or deep or spiritual or to stand on a pedestal...I can just write.  Now, don't get me wrong, I already know that sometimes, I might be funny or deep or spiritual and even stand on a pedestal, just on the strength, but not on purpose.  I desire to just write again and whatever comes out...comes out!

I doubt that I will ever get back to the crazy deep thoughts that I expressed in my early days.  One, because I am older, and two I still do have a family...thier privacy is important to me and just in case, this was all an error and I really have ten million people reading this, I am not sure I want to reveal to them what is going on with my body right now.  hahahaha.  If I could mention what was going on with my body, that might make worldwide news.  I am jacked up.

Speaking of being jacked up...I need to bounce and go get some excercising (did I spell that right) done.  Yes, I am starting today.  I was actually gonna write about that, but looking at my stats...this took precedent.  Off to go walk around the block three hundred million times..gotta get fit for my tv show that starts March 7th.  I can't be on there looking like FAT ALBERT.  This is gonna be fun.  Let's get real.

Keep it Natural.

"But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."  
   
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Monday, February 8th 2010

08:57:38 AM

The closer I get...

I find it strange that the closer I get to you, the harder the steps are.  Or maybe this is a better analogy.  The closer I appear to get to you, the further you appear to be.  I feel like you are a rainbow.  I can never fully get to you.  I can never reach you and therefore my pot of GOLDThoughts of you bring me joy, happiness and peace as I travel towards you through the desert, rain, sleet, snow.  But then after years of walking, I look up only to see that you are further away from me then when I started.  That is when a storm hits me and now being distracted from the thought of you being so far away, I get overwhelmed with fear.   Is my analogy making sense, Lord?  Are you really far away from me, or this just my mind playing tricks on me?

I'm not even sure of this is making sense to me.  I am confused and encouraged.  I am excited about the future as well as worried.  Happy but sad.  Walking closer to you but appearing further away.  What do I do about this, Lord?  I am wasting precious time.  I feel like time is running out.  My daughters are gonna be full grown adults before I learn how to love and take care of them.  My wife would have left me before I learn how to nurture and protect her.  Time is running out.  I need to get this walk right with you first before I can move on to anything else, but after years of struggle and pain in my steps, I feel as though I have only walked around the block.  And my steps are getting harder to take.

Does this make any sense?  My steps are harder???  What do I mean?  I have been walking towards you for more than thirty years now.  Will you ever just be around the corner from me?  Down the street?  At the next light?  I can't even run like I used to.  Not even a slight jog.  I know I am getting older, but this is ridiculous.  When I lived a life of sin...I'm talking my thoughts, my actions, my behavior, my everything, just one big ole sin, I walked upright, strong and earthly mighty.  I walked with a slight hip and swagger, fast and got to where I was going rather quickly.  Although, where I was going were places that I shouldn't have been going, I walked there with confidence and boldness.  Then as my life changed my walk started to change.  My knees started hurting.  My back developed a pain that I had never experienced before.  My feet started to get callouses and scars from the constant walking.  At first, I didn't quite notice it as much, but the longer I walked to you, the more difficult it got to put one step in front of the other.  It seemed virtually effortless to take steps back, which I have done on many occasions, but walking towards that light kept getting harder and harder and harder.  

And now, I'm at a point, where I take one step a day.  That is all I can muster.  That is all the strength I can gather, and some days, I miss out on even talking that one.  On those days, I fall back...I try to make it up the next day with two steps, but that hardly happens...one step is tiring enough.  One step towards you causes enough work for me for one day.  One step is painful enough. One step is grueling enough.  One step...One step...One step.

Is there a time when the walk gets easier?  Will I always be at a point where I am doubting my next step?  When will I walk like I walked when I was walking in sin?  When will I stop losing battles?  When will the war be over?  When will peace take over my steps like cool summer night breeze?  When will I be able to kick my shoes off and walk into the sunlight with confidence and swagger again?  When will I be the man that I am supposed to be?  When will I be done working on me, so I can take time for my family and be the leader that you have called me to be? 

These and all other questons, Lord I ask you...in Jesus name...please reveal the answers to me through the Bible, church and other circumstances as soon as possible.  Meanwhile, I will put my shoes back on and get back to walking.  

"As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD"

Keep it Natural.
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Friday, February 5th 2010

09:49:12 AM

I need your help.


Although, I don't know the latest dress that Lady Gaga wore, or why Drake is so doggone popular, or even three Lil Wayne songs, I do know one thing.  And that is how to make you laugh.  Okay, maybe I know two things...how to make you think.  Three things...how to eat chicken and french fries everyday.  I am not sure if the last thing is anything to brag about, but, I am just being truthful. 

My point is...I need your help.  My wife and I are trying to provide you with quality entertainment.  Spoken Funk is coming up on our four year anniversary.  Wow.  We have taken Hollywood by storm.  Now we are expanding.  In order to expand, I need your help.  Please come to our show at the Ontario Improv on February 16th! I am more than positive that you will enjoy it.  Get your tickets NOW at www.ontarioimprov.com. 

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Thursday, February 4th 2010

08:44:06 AM

How am I?

Hmm, a day in the life of meeee....hmmm.  Welcome all the new readers that may be tuning in on this glorious day.  How are you?  Don't answer that.  I mean, you can, but I won't hear you and then you might look pretty crazy talking to a computer screen.  But, if that is your thing...go ahead.  Most of you, just think to yourself your answer.  I mean, really do that, though.  I don't want you to blurt it out, but I do want you to really think HOW YOU ARE. 

Maybe, I am talking to myself.  HOW AM I?  I really don't know.  It is kinda weird, I really kinda like don't know HOW I AM.  How can I expect you all to answer that question and I can't even answer that question for myself.  I mean, I just got back from the Men's Retreat and I thought I was doing great.  But, have I really applied all the things I have learned from the retreat?  If someone were to look at me and examine my actions, thoughts, motives and voice...would they come to a conclusion that I am a changed man like I claim to be.  Not sure.  And I hate that I am not sure.  I want to be sure. 

So, I guess take a lesson from me this morning.  Examine yourself and ask yourself HOW YOU ARE.  Believe me, I am not trying to be a motivational speaker or write something all deep in this journal.  I was just wondering about myself.  And since you are reading this, maybe you should be wondering about yourself, too. 

I really should be going.  I have a show today at Neutragena.  Did I spell that right?  It doesn't look right.  I don't know...I don't wear make-up.  But, I pray to walk in with confidence and do what I do.  Come check me out February 16th at the MBAR in Hollywood and February 21st at the Ontario Improv.  We are bound to have a blast and by then...yea, by then...I should know how I am doing.

But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.

Keep it Natural.

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Friday, January 29th 2010

11:41:34 AM

What is my Poetry for?

PART ONE

Before

 

This is what Poetry is for.  This is why I write.

In the dead of the night with pain filling up my

Body like the cancer that led to the death of my mother,

This is what my poetry is for.

For the nights that I laid in bed crying cause I ate too many donuts,

Or for the numerous times, I had bills but no money to pay them,

For the depression times in the early morning, 

The poetry came out humorous, so it might have been hard to feel the sting,

But it was that thing…the pain that caused me to write.

And the relief that I felt afterward…that is what my poetry is for.

 

Words cannot accurately explain emptiness, confusion, doubt, sadness. 

These were my peers.  These were people that were in my art form

And who I appreciated and respected.  These were poets. 

These were people that smiled in my face and gave me no indication

That they had a problem with me.  These were friends...or people that I called friend.

And at the same time, they were people that hardly knew me.

These were people that actually really thought that I would deliberately try to hurt them.

I guess that is where my ache stems from.

The agony that I have when I cause throbbing sorrow to someone else,

Torture that causes them to burst at the core with heartfelt emotion,

Yelling out in excruciating anger,

Is doubled even tripled when I am unaware of their grief.

It is even more disturbing when you don't know. 

I mean, even the devil knows that he is the devil. 

So, when people call him that, it is not an insult or he is not embarrassed about it. 

He knows what he is and proud of it, I might add. 

But, if I have learned anything, I have learned that no one really knows me here.

Cause I couldn’t cause that kind of misery on purpose.

It would eat me up inside like tape worms.

 

This is what my poetry is for.

Shocked, I have retreated the last few days to the place right under depression.

If you are looking for this devil, locate the furthest cave on the map. 

You will find me there with an endless supply of paper and pens to write,

French fries to eat and various weapons to kill myself, whenever I find the courage.    

 

A major part of this unhappiness is caused by my own ignorance.

How could I NOT know that so many people had so much beef with me? 

Not only am am I stupid, apparently, but I deaf, also. 

Surely, I would have heard something. 

Am I unapproachable?  Am I unreasonable?  Is it hard to talk to me? 

Apparently so...because some people had beef for years with me.

And I claim not to know.

Wow.  I am learning more about myself.  I’m evil.  I hate people.

I am only out for myself.  I thought you knew. 

I mean, this whole Christian thing is a facade. 

It was getting to hard to fake it. 

 

Well as other people finally told me who I really was the other night.

I broke down.  This kind of news can be a little disturbing, as you can imagine.

Like an idiot, I lashed back at another poet...almost ready to fight. 

There are so many things that I know I need to work on. 

So many things that I already know that I am NOT good at. 

The one thing that I thought I excelled in, 

The one thing that made me feel secure and good about myself. 

Whenever I was down, I knew one thing...when I got on stage,

I could make people smile, which in turn made me smile.  People liked me. 

It was revealed to me the other night that I am a fool. 

Those times when people were laughing...they were really laughing AT me. 

I am the joke.  Nothing more.

And this is what my poetry is for.

 

PART TWO

After

 

I jumped out of bed on Sunday morning eager to hear a word from GOD.

I sat in church listening intently, cause I know GOD hears what goes on in my house,

And HE had advice to give me, who can turn down advice from GOD, right?

I mean, this is what my poetry is for.

 

I am blessed.

When the Pastor stated that enemies will rise against me because of that,

I rose out of my seat, cause I knew he was talking to me.

I learned that when enemies come after me, I shouldn’t run in caves for hiding,

I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself and cry like I have no power.

But rather I should stand up and automatically assume that my enemies are in trouble.

If you mess with me, you are messing with GOD,

And I heard that your arms aren’t long enough to box with HIM,

I am walking around timid talking about how I would never hurt anyone intentionally,

If I keep following the path, and I know that I am living righteously,

and folks come after me, I have to know that they are the ones with the problem.

Why am I weeping about it?

Sure, you can chastise, single out, spread lies, and assassinate my character if you want to.

I should expect that!

Pastor said simply to me…expect this to happen.

Expect it like you expect the sun to rise in the morning.

Expect enemies like you expect your daughter to smile when she sees you.

Cause Jesus said something like,

“When you follow me, I am gonna bless you 36 and 100 hundred fold,

I am gonna bless you in this world and the world to come

I am gonna bring you great blessing…and with that great persecution…

We often leave that last part out.  We don’t want to hear that.

But the Lord said it, so it must be true, so what am I to do?

Get ready!!!  Be prepared!!!

I can’t fear them…if they knew better they would fear me…

If God be for me, who can be against me?

And I don’t mean to be running off scripture, but,

Church does that to me.  I walk into church and come out knowing that I have the victory.

I wish everyday were a Sunday, just to make it easier to battle demons the whole week. 

The Bible says “Greater is HE who is in me then he who is in the world”

The greater one is in me.  I need to walk in that spirit.

And by no means be terrorized by the enemy!

One day on a Friday night, I will remember without a doubt that there is no name greater than the name Jesus,

At the name of Jesus every knee will bow and every tongue will confess,

So when you pick a fight with me, you are really picking a fight with the best.

The one that came not to bring Peace but a sword

And He hasn’t lost a bout yet.

This is what my Poetry is for.

 

 

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Tuesday, January 26th 2010

10:13:25 AM

The Pill Poem.

I wrote not too long ago a poem abou tthis pill that I wish I ha to cure my selfishness.  I think I posted it prematurely...cause now I have changed it and added a little bit to it and I think it is better this way, so I just wanted to post it again.  I also changed the title.  It is no longer called "SELFISH".  Now, it is simply called "THE PILL".

THE PILL.

By Poetri

 

I wish it were that easy. I wish I could take a pill to ease me.

One with no side effects, just one to cure the effects

That seem to affect every other part of my being.

I need a cure for selfishness.

 

I need a pill I can take twice a day during meal times

For six weeks, maybe nine.

I know I would end up taking it at night,

Cause I eat late and that’s not good,

But least I would have my pill to take!

Before long, six weeks would be up or maybe nine

And I would be fine, cured from being confined

And shackled to the chains of self.

I need to break free from me sometimes.

And think about HE all the time.

And then next up on the “think about” list should be my wife and kids.

Then maybe if there is any thinking about anything left,

I can go on and think a little bit about myself.

 

Yea, this sounds all Godly and perfect,

“Look at Poetri wanting to be less selfish, what a great man he is.”

But, before you pat me on the shoulder and give me the greatest person alive award,

I ain’t got the pill, yet, so right now, I am as selfish as you can get.

And I need help real quick like.

Instead of congratulations after you hear this poem,

Come up to me and tell me where I can get this pill from

 

And that is exactly what this guy did.

I got done reading this poem about how I needed this pill

and he told me that I wouldn’t get what I was looking for at the grocery store.

He couldn’t imagine it being sold in the frozen section

Stuck between the French fries and the boneless skinless chicken thighs.

Maybe a Whole Foods store or the Organic shop down the street, I said,

But, he said, I have to find a higher place to get this pill.

It would be more than just a supplement to cure my ills,

Once this self-centeredness thing went away,

A whole lot of other junk would go away.

So, in essence, it would be for selfishness,

But really cure a whole lot of other mess.

 

See, my ego I can’t seem to let go,

Follows me around closer than a shadow.

It is like a Cancer.  It gets in my body and makes every other part of me sick.

So, soon I’m not just treating the Cancer,

I’m treating the complications from Cancer.

My self-interest only disease is causing a whole lot of things

To be out of wack, not working properly.

Basically…I’m sick.  And Chemo or therapy ain’t gonna help it.

I need a special pill. I pleaded.

 

It could even be one of those big ole horse pills that are hard to swallow.

You would have to drink like a gallon of water and three cups of juice just to swallow it.

But it would work!  The best pill ever made!

Cause maybe there is another person out there that is thinking what I’m thinking.

They can’t seem to shake the “only thinking about me” syndrome.

Maybe they’ve tried everything in their own power to think of anything else,

But when the money is on the wood, all they can think about is themselves.

When the doo doo hits the fan, when the chips are down,

When there is one piece of chicken and no one in the house has eaten,

Ahem…sorry, I was hitting a little too close to home

I just don’t want to think about me all the time.

 

And this is the part.  He looked me dead in the eye, pointed at my heart and said

You already have the pill.  It’s inside you.

At first I thought he was crazy, cause I hadn’t taken any pills that day,

So how could it be inside of me.  Who is this guy?  I backed up slowly to walk away

Cause that is how I walk away from crazy folk.

He continued, “All you have to do is read these instructions located in this book.

And he gave me this thing called the Bible.

He told me a little bit about the Kingdom of GOD

And how all of this power is inside of me is just waiting to be used,

And how this book is the key unleash it.

I didn’t need a special pill. 

Everything that is special is right there inside of me,

Given to me before I was born from the halls of the Kingdom of GOD.

  

So, I sent my ego out on vacation.

Long enough for me to learn how to love and care

For other people’s pain and situations.

Ego came back, and I was like, “Yo, dawg?  Who are you?

Don’t think you are gonna walk in here and bring things back to the way they were.

I have a new pattern.  Yea, yea, I’m thinking of other folks first.

I know, crazy right.  You thought it would never happen.

 

I told my Ego all about the Kingdom.

Who was present and real in my life.

What if we went out and told the world about this cure?

And it would catch on.  And everyone would look for the the pill inside of them.

And it would be free like free healthcare.

Criminals would stop doing crime, cause it’s not about them anymore.

Politicians would stop lying, cause it’s not about winning.

Cats would love dogs and Simon Cowell will be nice to singers on American Idol.

All because of this power that has been placed inside of us.

That so many people don’t even know they have.

Call it want you want…pill or whatever…but don’t waste another day

without realizing and utilizing what is inside of you…

placed in you before you were even thought of.

The Kingdom of GOD is the cure for all of your ills.


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Thursday, January 21st 2010

11:44:48 PM

A poem a day...

I'm in this mood to post a poem a day right now.  If you are looking at this on Facebook, to see the full original post, click on the thing that says view original post at the end of this note.  To all other folks, forget what I just said and enjoy this funky fresh poem.  lol. 

Wait a minute.  I am also in the mood to just talk right now.  So, maybe I will post a poem tomorrow and just talk about what is on my mind today.  I haven't done that in my journal in awhile.  Yea, that is what I will do.  But, before I even do that...I have to go to the bathroom...so hold on, okay...

I'm black.  I mean, I'm back.  I mean, I'm black too, but I'm also black (just in case you didn't know).  Now what was I talking about.  Oh yea.  Should I post a poem or just talk?  If I were just talking about what is going on in my life right now, I would tell you that I my heater appears not to be working in the house, cause I am as cold as winter right now.  Wow.  That is pretty dope.  I am as cold as winter.  Now that is cold.  I think I should be a "sayings" writer.  I think I come up with pretty good sayings.  What are they called?  Quotes!  Yea, that's it, I come up with pretty good quotes.  How can I make a quote and have my name attached to the end of it like this - Poetri ???

...and make it so the whole world will see???  How do quotes become known?  I am pretty positive I have quoted some pretty dope stuff and I don't see it quoted anywhere, but where ever I write it.  I am gonna write one right now and I want you to feel free to copy and paste it and place it anywhere that you want.  Just don't forget to put the -Poetri part at the end.  Ahem...here we go.

I want my breath to smell like candy so that whenever I talk my words sound sweet -Poetri. 

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that was tight.  That was tight.  I am about to put that on my status right now, son.  Yea, quote me.  Quote me.  Anyhoo, I do have something to say.  God is good.  I know I say that all the time and all the time I say that, but doggone it, HE really is.  I was searching for a men's group a couple of weeks back.  I felt I needed to congregate with other men.  I am surrounded by women in my house and being the sex symbol that I am I am surrounded by women when I am outside of my house.  I needed some male testosterone.  So, I prayed about it.  I think I prayed about it...yea, I prayed about it.  I posted it on Facebook...asking folks if there was a men's group that I could join anywhere.  And then I get this call to go perform at this church conference.  It really didn't hit me until later, but the conference was a men's retreat.  A 3 day retreat of just men talking about the LORD.  And they wanted me to come out and perform, get paid and maybe if I felt like participate in the activities.  Uhhhhhhhh....yeaaaaaaa!


Ain't GOD good?  I talked to the Pastor who was running it and he went on to tell me that they have several weekly men's meetings set up all around the Los Angeles area.  This big one was just a culmination of all the weekly meetings that they have all year round.  This is incredible.  I get to start off my desire to congregate with men at this big ole conference and continue the mission weekly at a place of my choosing.  God is good.  All the time.  And all the time...GOD is good. 

Okay, lemme get to writing.  I won't be posting a poem tonight, obviously.  Maybe I will start that poem a day thingy tomorrow.  I just wanted to share that little testimony.

"But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."

Keep it natural.

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Wednesday, January 20th 2010

02:59:54 AM

Some Day

 

SOMEDAY

By Poetri

 

 

Sometimes I think that maybe I missed some day,

cause it’s been pass seven days and

I know my some day hasn’t come, yet.

Cause every day I still find myself in the same rut.

I know that some day lies somewhere between today and tomorrow

Some day is that day that seems to not be far away,

yet far enough away to dream and fantasize about it. 

Some day I’m gonna have that 64 inch High Definition TV

With the dolby surround sound…and…and…and

Some day I am gonna have a house on the hill

Over looking the ocean, with my Maybach parked in the garage.

Cause some day, I am gonna be that

gigantic, tremendous super duper star!

But, it has been passed seven days since

the last some day and I know that it

falls right on the border of optimism and reality.

On the cross streets of Fact and fallacy 

It is caught between my imaginantion and my dreams

For what sometimes seems forever. Longer than seven days

But it is coming…you’ll see…some day.

 

Some day I won’t be hustling and bustling

I’ll be chilling with my kids on the ground wrestling

And then they are gonna ask me one day

when can they have their favorite toy.

And I will look at them and tell them, “Some day.”

And from that moment

on they will always be looking forward to some day.

Some day is a great cause it always gives us the will to wish

Forget about wishing on stars, I got my money on some day.

Courage and strength to continue the daily grind

cause things are gonna get better.

On some days things are always better.


Some day is coming,

It’s because you just don’t understand,

You see, right now some day is just caught somewhere between

where the ground ends and the sky begins.

Some day is on the freeway stuck between

two cars that are going no where.

Some day is on it’s way over here, it just go held up

between time and that second when time stood still. 

Some day is like the grass that is on the other side…

Someday, I’ll jump that fence and be sitting in greener grass

along with a clean slate and no more some days to look forward to.

What will I believe in then?

 

Some Day gives me hope.

I can’t wait for some day.

Cause some day I will be like regular folk.

Some day, my wife will walk again and my mom will have no pain.

Some day I will hold my head high and walk with no shame.

Some day I will be smiling cause some day finally came.

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Monday, January 18th 2010

07:09:23 PM

Selfish

Selfish


I wish it were that easy. 

I wish I could take a pill to ease me.

One with no side effects, just one to cure the effects

That seem to affect every other part of my being.

I need a cure for selfishness. 

 

I need a pill I can take twice a day during meal times

For six weeks, maybe nine.

I know I would end up taking it at night,

Cause I eat late and that’s not good,

But least I would have my pill to take!

Before long six weeks would be up or maybe nine

And I would be fine, cured from being confined

And shackled to the chains of self.

I need to break free from me sometimes.

And think about HE all the time.

And then next up on the “think about” list should be my wife and kids.

Then maybe if there is any thinking about anything left,

I can go on and think a little bit about myself.

 

Yea, this sounds all Godly and perfect,

“Look at Poetri wanting to be less selfish, what a great man he is.”

But, before you pat me on the shoulder and give me the greatest person alive award,

I ain’t got the pill, yet, so right now, I am as selfish as you can get.

And I need help real quick like.

Instead of congratulations after you hear this poem,

Come up to me and tell me where I can get this pill from

 

I know it wouldn’t be sold in the regular grocery store.

I can’t imagine it being in the frozen section

Stuck between the French fries and the boneless skinless chicken thighs.

Maybe a Whole Foods store or the Organic shop down the street,

But it seems to me, I have to find a higher place to get this pill.

It would be more than a supplement to cure my ills,

Cause once this self-centeredness thing goes away,

A whole lot of other junk would go away.

So, in essence, it would be a pill for selfishness,

But really cure a whole lot of other mess.

And therefore relieving me from a whole lot of stress.

 

See, my ego that I can’t seem to let go,

Follows me around closer than a shadow.

It is like a Cancer.  It gets in your body and makes every other part of you sick.

So, soon you are not just treating the Cancer,

You are treating the complications from Cancer.

My self-interest only disease is causing a whole lot of things

To be out of wack, not working properly.

Basically…I’m sick.  And Chemo or therapy ain’t gonna help it.

I need a special pill. 

 

I wish it were that easy.

I wish I could take a pill to ease me.

It could even be one of those big ole horse pills that are hard to swallow.

You would have to drink like a gallon of water just to swallow this one pill.

But it would work!  The best pill ever made!

Cause maybe there is another person out there that is thinking what I’m thinking.

They can’t seem to shake the “only thinking about me” syndrome.

Maybe they’ve tried everything in their own power to think of anything else,

But when the money is on the wood, all they can think about is themselves.

When the doo doo hits the fan, when the chips are down,

When there is one piece of chicken and no one in the house has eaten,

Ahem…sorry, I was hitting a little too close to home

 

I just don’t want to think about me all the time.

Even as I am writing this rhyme, I am feeling sorry for ME!

I want to send my ego out on vacation.

Long enough for me to learn how to love and care

For other people’s pain and situations.

So, when Ego comes back, I could be like, “Yo, who are you, dawg?

Don’t think you are gonna walk in here and bring things back to the way they were.

I have a new pattern.  Yea, yea, I’m thinking of other folks first.

I know, crazy right.  You thought it would never happen.

All because of this new pill that I carry around in my man purse.

It’s kinda big and hard to toss down.

But causing pain to all that is around…

Well, that is a bigger pill to swallow.

 

Come on follow me.  I will tell you where to get it.

And soon Ego will take the pill.

And be the first Ego not to think about himself EVER.

And it would catch on.  And everyone would take the pill.

And next thing you know, not only am I happier, but everyone is happier.

And the pill would be free cause of free healthcare.

Criminals would stop doing crime, cause it’s not about them anymore.

Politicians would stop lying, cause it’s not about winning.

See I’m already not thinking about me!

I’m thinking about the world.

Tell me somebody.  Where can I get this pill?

I wish it were that easy.


-Poetri

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Saturday, January 9th 2010

12:03:07 AM

Martin Luther King Weekend!

Hi.  Party People and the place to be.  It's me, Poetri and lemme see...don't have any rhyme skillz, so I will let this be...the end of the rap from POETRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!  This is actually not bad.  I mean, this song wouldn't go platinum, but I dang sure will sell about a hundred copies (to family and friends). 

Hey, I was wondering and I might ask this as a Status Update, do you act the same when you are by your self as you do when folks are around?  Just curious.  I just saw this hidden camera show and this guy was all alone, but didn't know he was on TV.  And he was talking and acting as ghetto and ignorant by himself as I would imagine he would have acted around the homies.  I was just surprised that he acted like that alone.  Do you act the same?  Again just curious.  You don't even have to answer.

Okay, next order of business.  Just realized that the World Premier of Status Update falls on Martin Luther King Weekend.  Yay.  That means no work on Monday!!!  

I am so glad you are all coming out. I mean, YOU BETTER BE coming out!!!   Listen.  This show will sell out.  So, get your tickets now at www.spokenfunk.com.  Not only are we showing the premier of STATUS UPDATE which a lot of folks want to see, but we are also doing our monthly Spoken Funk show.  The only place where Poetry and Comedy meet.  Voted as the #1 show in Southern Cal.  

Our monthly show already does fairly well...so now adding the World Premier, plus the holiday weekend and no work on Monday, I am sure that it is gonna sell out.  Make sure you are not waiting in line...get your tickets online at www.spokenfunk.com.  yay! 

Okay, that was it for now.  Nothing deep to tell you today.  Other than...ahhh...I will tell you that later.  Right now, I want you to focus on coming out on Sunday Jan. 17th Martin Luther King Weekend and prepare to have the greatest time of your life. 

Bless me indeed and enlarge my territory.  keep your hands on me and keep me from my enemies so that I may cause no pain.  Amen.

Keep it Natural.
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