spoke

the spoken word:

the expression of some thing observed?
reviving some things once heard?
occuring in a time where "to be heard" is absurd?
living on throughout generations? (if it holds merit to do so)
immortal but not invisible or God only wise...
visibility being its vessel and God being the inspiration for some...

and now to the Punch:

for the word NOT SPOKEn,
is like the bike wheel with the SPOKEs removed; easily contorted, weak, doomed to ultimate collapse.
the word on the page that has not been given the life of man,
is like potential energy; the rock balanced at the tip of the cliff.
useless until it is converted through the vocal chords, the tongue, the lips, of man.
the mind can create words, phrases, expressions of thought, but
the gap between writing and speaking is large.
written ------ and ------ spoken.
expressed ------ and ------ claimed.
anonymous ------ and------ fully responsible.

Make the leap
Clear the gap
Vault the gorge
But know this:
Once once you have made, cleared, vaulted,
there is NO going back.
Embrace it.
peace
-D weazy

My Travels

Wat up world...
im here in Middletown, Delaware with family.
Let me rewind for you to the beginning, although so much has happened over the past four days...
the four and a half hour flight...
the cramped ass...
arriving into jfk at 6:30 AM...
the rental car drama that lasted for 2 hours...
arriving at the hotel at 2 PM...
haircut in Harlem...
the Famous Fish Market...
dinner at Londell's...
Finally sleep at the hotel.

[day two]

Breakfast at Golden's in Teaneck...
off to Staten island to see more family...
still in Staten island...
still in Staten island...
ok, back to the Hotel...
holla at the Jets running back in the lobby...(they lost)
sleep...

[day three]

Church in Englewood, NJ...
lunch with more family in Teaneck...
good laughs...
good times...
packing up at the hotel...
dinner at Floridita with titi carmen...
master packing job in the Lincoln...
the drive to Delaware...
more family...
asleep late in Middletown...

[day four]
awaking late, to the sunny in december?...
morning run with the ipod...
vultures chillin on the roof, waiting...
the near death doberman experience...
the sprint home...
GREAT breakfast...
pop's grits...
movin the marble mammoth...
into Philly to see more family...
cheesesteak and hoagies...
South Street and Lorenzo and Sons...
back to Middletown...
chillin with them CUz's...
And here i am.

TBC... when i return to D town...
-peace
dweazy

WAT up to all you people that may happen upon my blog in the next week or so!!
Im headin out of town on Christmas for awhile.
i will try to keep up on the blog, but i dont know exactly what my internet acess will be and how much time i will have (busy season) ya dig?
anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS to all!
happy new year!
GOD BLESS!
-dweazy

HEART

the dark room
the light trying to force its way through the blinds
the silent war.


the paralysed soul
held inactive by decisions from the past,
the heart a jail cell for a good soul.


the fear of a man
the power of fear infiltrating motivation
the motivation now transformed
the transformed actions that result
result in catastrophe
catastrophe of the mind or catastrophe of the hand
the hand and the mind being directly connected not always
but always in sync
in sync but behind the scenes, behind the curtains
the curtains being the temporal lobe of the brain
the brain will sit you down and explain
explain the circumstances surrounding these events
these events that left a 17 year old without a heart beating
beaten till his face was unrecognizable in an alley.

Actually, the bloody money in his limp grip tells a clue
a clue back to that motivation
that motivation of fear
fear and survival
surviving, and supporting his husbandless mother
a mother that doesn't KNOW her son
KNEW her son superficially
officially, she is not to blame
the blame lies in the father because it takes two to raise the son best
the best sun
will rise today over the world
the world that was rained on last night
last night the rain came down
down also went his heart beat to nothing

nobody will really ever know his story
the story that will be known will not explain what he can no longer provide
provision of reasons and MOTIVATIONS
what motivated his heart to deal
deal with the steel tryin to earn a meal.

this is the tragedy of the human heart
A woman so heartless?
i say a woman so heartful.
too much of the heart and its murderous ways
plays you too close the the edge
it plays YOU, it gains control
takes the reins
starts to Reign
to rain down its agenda.

Beware the heart.
The heart is a beautiful monster.
Control IT.
Then,
you can be great.
IT Controlling you.
Then,
you can be destroyed.
Gen 6:5
-peace
Dweazy

Second installment, Part Two. Let us never forget...Dedicated to Bryn Marsden Ransdell July 24 1992-October 10 2008

In Silveyville she lays,
in unending meadows she plays,
what would she have us do with the rest of our days?

To have fun and do everything we can,
regardless of that Greater plan?

To do and do again, as our nature would lead,
rolling towards the brink at unbeleivable speed?

To live for ourselves,
go out and get ours,
not giving a thought to the nails and the scars?

To take all the glory, credit, and due,
when it all belongs to who? not you.

To all of these above,
her answer would be no.
She would remind us that we will reap what we sow.
Remind us that our days are numbered,
a number not disclosed to any but the Father.

"So live for Him all your days",
that is what i beleive she would say.
"Not seeking fun, glory, or fame,
but seek to love others and honor His name".

Although you left, i sense that you are still here,
i pray that i will remember every day of every year,
To follow your example, emblazoned by a beautiful life cut short.
But we are comforted here, knowing that you now reside in the most beautiful of courts,
you are in paradise, of course.

Someday, near of far,
i will join you there
above the stars.
So i thankyou for reminding me,
to know theres always more then my eye can see,
and truly be the best that i can be.
Psalm 73: 23-4

the Beginings of Installment 2

Regarding.
"Each one, Teach one...
Not just surviving, but succeeding!

we hear the call,
above the sound of the bouncing ball,
above the groan of a city's deathly pall,
above the old mercedes' second stall.
we hear the call,
"Above all, Stand tall"

we know the road
that it will be long and the burden is old,
that it is well-weathered, as the story is told
that it is a gauntlet, inviting mockers to goad,
we know the road,
that he who finishes, to him glory is bestowed.

we have seen the truth
of selfish men, ruth-
-less in their pursuit of it,
of real MEN and their sacrifice, legit-
-imated by those words in their remembrance,
Each one, Teach one.

Now as I look,
I see the old helping, teaching the young,
lifting, guiding the son,
to what great heights?
to such great heights.
success is spelled out by the light in the sky
which the eye
of the young now spys.
But not without the height afforded by the old,
the surviver, the succeeder, the teacher

Smile, i do,
hoping that the young will do
the same someday too.

first installment. Real Talk 101

i got some fire i need to spit:


The MAN says "take note"
and as i look down at these keys
i realize it could be any note from a flat to d.

The MAN says "here are the keys"
and as i feel the keys in my pocket
i realize keys can open a door- but they also lock it.

The MAN says "follow your heart"
and as i look into my heart
i realize what is in a heart worth following?
the urge to surge forward after these mortal things?

And i realize "follow your heart"
should read, "follow your heART"
for the beat that it comprises
is your life that rises-
and falls accordingly
if only
if only Kanye wasnt so heartless.
only the woman?
NO
just as two hearts must make one.
only TWO hearts can make none.
Kwest knows that it takes two to tango.

moving on.

the lyrical idiocy of the modern world.
using the spoken word as pearls
given to swine.

the light that did show
dims to a faint glow
woah
the foe
is greater now the befo
integrating that which once was light, now a light called "notlight", into the fight for the mind
inspite
of resistance (which is futile)
but will continue without respite.

and we all respond with "Aight."
AIGHT?
aight to the word nigger, aight to the word rape, and these words in their full meaning thrive. wherein the first can be defined by the second in regards to culture and life.
aight to the word Change. Change here meaning the attempt to change standards to coincide with the downward flow of secular culture.
aight to poverty
aight to suffering. not personal of course, but the course is set before us
a four course meal,
while others beg to eat that orange peel
we say aight.
well wat if you died tonight.
aight then?
but that is why i pick up this pen.
provoked thought
fighting against the rot
of our minds
overtime.
the melting, bubbling, fermenting, churning pot that is the mind, my mind.
it can find some form here.
finale

in this season of cheer
let love peace and ___ be near
why blank?
go into your mindtank
insert what for you should be near
that hasnt been so far this year.
and then take it from this paper here
transfered to the life you live
transfered to the vibe you give
transfered.
be careful not to let it wane,
as time progesses forward again
be your own judge, throw down the gavel
dont lose your head, keep it level
aight--HA see even i do too.
its enough here that i preached at you.
but truly to myself most of all.
like paul-
LLWG
JSSG
-dweazy

Break...Awesome! but...

Hey yo watt up world. this is dweazy actually taking up the prof's recommendation to keep the blog alive...who would've guessed. HAHA But no, real talk, i do enjoy writing as a past time, i just never have enough past time at hand to allocate some to free writing. UNTIL NOW. Christmas Break 2008. For the last four years of my life this time has been filled with increased working hours at the local Nugget supermarket here in town. And then there was the annual associate appreciation party, which was always somewhat weird because it was the one time that you could see everyone outside of the work environment. Those of you out there that work in the corporate world know exactly what im talking about. But the party was always cool because there was always good food, good prizes, somewhat good entertainment, and the ALWAYS good bonus check. But this christmas break, there is none of that for me. Lament not! Change is good. I stopped working for Nugget Market inc. in august of this year because the demands of school as well as the rigors of football devoured all my time and energy. Nugget and I parted ways on good terms and i could probably get my job back if i really needed too. The current economy however has prompted the corporate office to put a freeze on hiring for the time being. At least that is the word on the streets...
Anyway, here i am. unemployed, with loads of time on my hands. Thus my current situation...sitting in my empty apartment, listening to my itunes on shuffle, while writing this blog. The song currently playing is "DJ play a love song" by Jamie Foxx Feat. Twista, from his album "Unpredictable". I recommend it to any and all. OK I'm about to watch the new house episode.....OK just finished it. Good episode. House actually attempts to be nice. But Foreman made out with the bisexual (albeit hot) doctor at the end... i expect better Foreman....
Anyway, enough rambling. To sum it all up, its been awhile since Ive had this much time on my hands, but its not all bad. this free time allows me time to actually think. Life flies by at shutter speeds unimaginable, and often life thrives on more impulse then thoughtfulness. This holiday season i aim to think on this past quarter; what i can take away from it, what i should leave behind. Also i aim to be a more thoughtful person. In this time of giving, i hope to learn to better give through the way i live.
That's enough for now. its been good. i aim to make a habit of placing my thoughts here on the world wide web for all to see if they wish... its also a place to save them and look back. But now i outta here. I'm gonna go get busy doing pretty much nothing. Peace salaam asalyakem shalom....

The END has come my friends...Let us REFLECT

Well, its been a jam-packed 10 weeks to say the least. As i look back, what first comes to mind? Probably observing all the faces on the first...no the second day, which was my first. And at that time i thought to my self, for i remember thinking the thought, "which ones out of this group will i know that much better at the end?" And now, i realize what i did realize then: It is the travesty of the quarter system; relationships only truly begin to bud. And now at the end i am again reaffirmed i nthe fact. A few good friends i have made, a few more aquaintances...but in the end, almost all these fellow students i would have liked to get to know better, but this is the world that we live in. Any way, since the full reflection on this blog is optional, i just figured id share a few thoughts instead, not necessarily linked with the final group project.
The truth of it is simple. to learn, one must humble himself enough to admit that there is still material yet to be learned. Although this may seem an obvious fact at first but when it comes down to it, in the classroom this is why some students do fail. Realizing that you actually have things, practical things, that you need to learn will make all the difference. When i started here at UCD about a year and a third ago now, i hadnt learned this lesson. Now, i know, i have learned the hard way, but im better for it. so, i thank Mr. Hageman, for his teaching this quarter, i thank all my fellow students for a great quarter. Hit me up! ill be around.
PEACE! and merry christmas people! Here is the link to our online youtube final group project:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkfpWm2m8pc