Wednesday, December 13, 2006

just a reminder
taking a trip. if, you know, something not so good happens: please never use my name to condone hate.

=)

cds and dvds are up for grabs.
comics go to my sister and the appropriate ones can go to some kids and others can go to the troops.

Ulam cooked @ 1:42 AM

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resistance - a journey
resistance - a journey

speak rhythm, is it in him, fighting with the isms
streak heatin, image feedin, sweatin with the system
will his conscience beat the nonsense to embrace the wisdom,
or will his slippin, increase the inches to reinforce resistance.

on beat, lyricism, emanates like burning incense
intense, the feelings in him, wishin for good riddance,
but integrity is begging he, open eyes without the sun lens,
resistance re-emerges leaving hope a fallen victim.

he steps again toward baited scent like coffee in the morning
his dreams are spent, like monthly rent for chance of self-atoning
but the question risen, how to break conditions when the spirit breathes with groaning,
what's the price, like vincent, to break resistance, at each given instance?

hearts listen when the eyes can glisten when souls combine their visions,
he accepts his mission, to break his system of the isms that defeat him.
with this decision

the rhyme scheme breaks from monotony, to the freedom of philosphy
that's the loving of the learning, the embracing of the yearning

it's the reason why he persists:
the redefinition of resist.

Ulam cooked @ 1:41 AM

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Friday, December 08, 2006

bleh. the returns of the bleh.
Open mouthed
Sleepy eyed
Lost in pixels
Staring aimlessly yet so focused

This is me.

Attempting to squeeze
Emotional contact
Through significantly romantically voided
Words on an electronic message

Staring.
Blankly.

Unrequitedly.

Ulam cooked @ 4:40 PM

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Thursday, December 07, 2006

fantasy island
when she glances
and smiles
in politeness - like people
in our situation would
just because they knew
what social norms were.

and though,
it seems like laughing is a favorite
second nature reaction
for her,
i still do, in fact,
make her laugh -
and then, once again,
she smiles.

we make eye contact in short, controlled instances -
usually filtered in the business we conduct,
my humor still infused,
when appropriate.

and every step closer
towards a dedicated smile,
is a larger embarking
towards a fantastic voyage.

meaning - unreal.

because, now, after more shared moments
and, most likely, stolen sunshine
i've convinced myself
that there are timid,
sharply cloaked designs
that she has
on me.

i've tickled my ego enough
to whisk away reality for
senseless sabotage of risen hope -
of celebration of an almost infinitely miniscule
chance -
to lloyd christmas proportions.

she never said there was a chance,
but i have.

i do.

no matter how false
that conclusion will be.

and, so, i stand alone,
surrounded by seas of silly-tude.
ridiculi incarnate of epic magnitude.

just me.
and fool's gold in the zest
of one helluva smile.

Ulam cooked @ 1:09 AM

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