My Love, I can’t love you unless I began to love myself.
Internally conflicted because im not perfect,
My Thoughts always lead me to think im worthless.
I feel like I should just give up
But my Lord you have said, “That’s enough!”
My Head feels like its going to implode!
So much confusion I just can’t take the load.
This is me…
Without the Lord I would be nothing.
Saved by Grace, But my mental state is still adjusting,
To the challenges I face, in this world full of disgrace, and there’s no time to embrace the love of a MAN.
Teach me oh Lord help me to see,
That nearer to you is were I wanna be.
My heart belongs to you Lord.
Monday, October 31, 2011
POETRY: 'Substance' by Kabriel Moorehead
Substance
By Kabriel Moorehead
As I gaze upon images of my youth
I wonder where that toothless smile has gone
That pure confidence
That defined my childhood
Has it been replaced with a ambition for excellence?
A hunger that shields and deflects my true intentions
In hopes of portraying a better image
A fine China figurine meant to stand in place of a aged statue
A symbol that never should have been altered
Because only dreams can stand the test of time
As my status among the elite grew
That monument to my youth faded into obscurity
It was only years later, when I myself was but a forgotten symbol
Were the ashes cleared
And I again felt the grace of that toothless glow
Copyright 2011| Kabriel Moorehead
By Kabriel Moorehead
As I gaze upon images of my youth
I wonder where that toothless smile has gone
That pure confidence
That defined my childhood
Has it been replaced with a ambition for excellence?
A hunger that shields and deflects my true intentions
In hopes of portraying a better image
A fine China figurine meant to stand in place of a aged statue
A symbol that never should have been altered
Because only dreams can stand the test of time
As my status among the elite grew
That monument to my youth faded into obscurity
It was only years later, when I myself was but a forgotten symbol
Were the ashes cleared
And I again felt the grace of that toothless glow
Copyright 2011| Kabriel Moorehead
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
POETRY: 'The Honorary Hourglass' by Jazelle Handoush
Honorary Hourglass
By Jazelle Handoush
Just a second.
A single second.
A solitary, single second
and a step.
Just one, makes all the difference in the world.
Just one, just one would have meant your death.
Just a minute.
A momentary minute.
A minuet, momentary minute
and a mic stand.
Just one, makes all the difference in the world.
Just one, just one, and your voice would have gone unheard.
An hour.
A horrifying hour.
A high-strung, horrifying hour
and an hour-glass.
That we retort for twenty-four.
and an hour-glass.
A high-strung, horrifying hour
A horrifying hour.
An hour.
A day.
A doltish, decelerated day
and you.
Just one, makes all the difference in the world.
Just one, just one, and I'll last a year.
A year.
A youthful year.
A yearned-for, youthful year.
A year of yesterdays with you.
Copyright 2011 | Jazelle Handoush
Monday, October 17, 2011
Poetry Slam Info
Yooo Everybody there will be a Poetry Slam October 26 by the Gazebo during both lunches.
Five people will be able to compete on a first come, first serve basis.
For those who don't know what a poetry slam is, its basically a poetry competition and each participant will be graded on style, deliver, and content.
For any more in depth info see Mr. Knight
Sunday, October 16, 2011
POETRY: 'Love Letter #1' By Kabriel Moorehead
Love Letter #1
by Kabriel Moorehead
What's your motivation?
My drive is to be greater than all those who came before
And yet I feel like I'm in reverse
My actions are lagged behind
Opposite of fine drinks, just decaying with time
All because of this scantron
I bubbled every letter thinkin I could never fail
Without measuring the cost of excellence
How was I supposed to know that youd show up so elegant
Unaware that I never meant to remain static
Rather I became someone else
Prince charming dissolved into the nightmarish Romeo
All in the name of a good time
A opportunity of some sort
That now has me afflicted with the sins of my father
Patiently awaiting the moment
When in your eyes I'm baptized again
And ready to join you in my rightful place on the throne
Copyright 2011| Kabriel Moorehead
by Kabriel Moorehead
What's your motivation?
My drive is to be greater than all those who came before
And yet I feel like I'm in reverse
My actions are lagged behind
Opposite of fine drinks, just decaying with time
All because of this scantron
I bubbled every letter thinkin I could never fail
Without measuring the cost of excellence
How was I supposed to know that youd show up so elegant
Unaware that I never meant to remain static
Rather I became someone else
Prince charming dissolved into the nightmarish Romeo
All in the name of a good time
A opportunity of some sort
That now has me afflicted with the sins of my father
Patiently awaiting the moment
When in your eyes I'm baptized again
And ready to join you in my rightful place on the throne
Copyright 2011| Kabriel Moorehead
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
POETRY: Teenage Me By Cheryl A. Baldwin
Boy oh boy what do I have to do today
Gotta get up, get out of the bed and pray for a brighter day
Gotta expedite my shower
Gotta quickly get something to eat and devour it down
Cuz hurry I gotta be ready in an hour
Gotta get one more look at myself before I say goodbye
Gotta make sure my lip gloss is poppin, make sure my hair look fly
Then sigh cuz I look gorgeous!
Gotta go to school and sweep through the day
Go home and sit, relax, do my homework, play, pray
huuuuuh ........then finally ................sleep.
Gotta get up, get out of the bed and pray for a brighter day
Gotta expedite my shower
Gotta quickly get something to eat and devour it down
Cuz hurry I gotta be ready in an hour
Gotta get one more look at myself before I say goodbye
Gotta make sure my lip gloss is poppin, make sure my hair look fly
Then sigh cuz I look gorgeous!
Gotta go to school and sweep through the day
Go home and sit, relax, do my homework, play, pray
huuuuuh ........then finally ................sleep.
POETRY: Cynically, My Faith Gets Stronger by Cheryl A. Baldwin
Id like to be in love one day, just like anyone else.
Id like to bask in the effervescent emotions,
Id like to feel the presents of someone who adores me,
Feel the essence of his warming hands when there was no one around.
Hearts connected, Guiding my mind, body, and, soul, Oh how earnest!
Not feeling the slightest bit of pessimism,
I bow down
Let loose, and
Let free,
Obsequiously, to the lyrical melodies of his voice
Feeling so reverent and high as a kite, as my mind fades back into reality.
Yeah, id like to be in love one day, but even at the slightest delight of my fantasies my brain becomes over barren, questioning the basic sincerities and goodness of life.
Appalled, agitated, annoyed, and aggravated by the world, only because I know I cant control this cynical thinking.
Lord…. I just feel so lonely!
Its hard not having anyone to love,
Anyone to hold,
Someone to hold me…..
I wish that I could just have that one person in my life.
That person who I could trust with all of my personal thoughts,
All of my dreams,
All of my prayers.
That person would see me through the eyes of a lover and a friend,
That person who I could tell all of my internally craving fantasies,
That person who could also make those fantasies come true.
But I now know that my life right now was inevitably going to happen.
Its just apart of life!
And as I began to lose hope in this indigenous love life, my faith only gets stronger.
Id like to bask in the effervescent emotions,
Id like to feel the presents of someone who adores me,
Feel the essence of his warming hands when there was no one around.
Hearts connected, Guiding my mind, body, and, soul, Oh how earnest!
Not feeling the slightest bit of pessimism,
I bow down
Let loose, and
Let free,
Obsequiously, to the lyrical melodies of his voice
Feeling so reverent and high as a kite, as my mind fades back into reality.
Yeah, id like to be in love one day, but even at the slightest delight of my fantasies my brain becomes over barren, questioning the basic sincerities and goodness of life.
Appalled, agitated, annoyed, and aggravated by the world, only because I know I cant control this cynical thinking.
Lord…. I just feel so lonely!
Its hard not having anyone to love,
Anyone to hold,
Someone to hold me…..
I wish that I could just have that one person in my life.
That person who I could trust with all of my personal thoughts,
All of my dreams,
All of my prayers.
That person would see me through the eyes of a lover and a friend,
That person who I could tell all of my internally craving fantasies,
That person who could also make those fantasies come true.
But I now know that my life right now was inevitably going to happen.
Its just apart of life!
And as I began to lose hope in this indigenous love life, my faith only gets stronger.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
POETRY: Counting Constellations by Jazelle Handoush
By Jazelle Handoush
Someday...you'll be written in the stars.
Not a single sparkling stud, twinkling in and out of fame.
No, you'll be the in-betweens. A dazzeling constellation against the darkest canvas.
You'll be a story, instead of solitary.
Never alone in the expansive space. Not worried of shining in spotlight for seconds, until eyes gaze upon a brighter bulb. No, you'll be an illustration to enlighten.
Someday I'll search for you in the sky.
Trace a finger through your hair,
Point out the sparkle of your eyes,
Show the world who you are from every edge.
"Look, there she is!"
Stepping in circles until you're found overhead.
And I'll tell them your story.
The girl no one knew, now knowing all. Sketched into the stars.
You'll never fade into the dark.
We ask, who wrote the stars up in the sky? As Zeus did Orion's tale, yours will personified.
We'll map your movements. Trace your shape with fingertips.
Soon.
Someday.
For now, I'll sketch the stars upon your sleeve.
So your constellation I'll always see.
Because you shine the light on me.
Copyright 2011 | Jazelle Handoush
Monday, October 10, 2011
October 10th Meeting Notes
- There is a courtyard performance this Thursday October 13th, the theme will be "Tolerance" as we will be helping the Young Democrats present their goal of the month. Please read the poem below by Egal Bohen for inspiration and come prepared to perform at lunch on Thursday.
When we are angry at mankind
Or rave at some depravity of mind
When we would curse behaviour of a kind
To argue, rather than to view benign
It is with our own self we battle wage
When choosing not to understand, nor to engage
With that from which we isolate our self
With anger sent, to where, perhaps is needed help
Lest fearful, reason may just find the time
With tenderness, to enter in our mind.
And so it is perhaps from loss of our own face
We are so quick to shout of their disgrace
But we should not lose sight of our own sins
Though, in different colours dressed, appear they in
For is not all, of nature in this life?
The good, the bad, together, love, and strife
As nature, this is how such things will be
So it is not how loud we shout, but what we see
And seeing do, to help, to liberate
To free with tolerance, not shut the gate
That is
How it should be
When we are angry at mankind
Or rave at some depravity of mind
When we would curse behaviour of a kind
To argue, rather than to view benign
It is with our own self we battle wage
When choosing not to understand, nor to engage
With that from which we isolate our self
With anger sent, to where, perhaps is needed help
Lest fearful, reason may just find the time
With tenderness, to enter in our mind.
And so it is perhaps from loss of our own face
We are so quick to shout of their disgrace
But we should not lose sight of our own sins
Though, in different colours dressed, appear they in
For is not all, of nature in this life?
The good, the bad, together, love, and strife
As nature, this is how such things will be
So it is not how loud we shout, but what we see
And seeing do, to help, to liberate
To free with tolerance, not shut the gate
That is
How it should be
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Meeting Reminder
Just a reminder to all current members, there is a meeting this Monday at 2:50 pm in Mr. Knight's room. That's Monday afternoon at 2:50, please make sure that you have a ride home.
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