"Dandelion"

beautiful piece. This is the one that inspired me to write about my beautiful and strong mother.

The poem that got me started.

I remember the 1st time i fell in love with poetry. It was my junior year in high school, Mr. Padilla's English class and we we're in poetry unit. He slipped in this disc of Def Poetry and when Shihan came on it was on like donkey kong. I fell in love.

Halo cover. (oh, so sick)

Dear really cute girl whom i shy away from in fear of rejection,

Hey..... This may seem kinda strange but i think you've got super powers. No i mean it... seriously... i think you've got super powers because every time we've cross paths i swear, you use your laser vision to burn my cheeks rosey red, and your walk is so mean it makes my attention fall straight to the floor so that i don't get caught mean muggin and catch a heel to the face. And shit i swear your style could be blamed for that lump in my throat and my gelatin ass legs. Or maybe its just that i'm just socially awkward around girls of your stature. i mean, can't muster up enough courage to talk to you face to face but shit behind this computer screen i'll tell you my whole life's story. but thats a whole differnt poem. Anyways, what do you say we get away from here? away from this fog? Away from the potholes and traffic lights. Lets go cut off the power to the city, dance on skyscrapers to the playing banjo of the man on the moon, and skip rocks on the sky with Mufasa and my grandfather. We could put the sun on pause and the moon on repeat, and i can use your halo to lasso in stars and pluck them from the night, hide them in my eyes because when you look at me, i wanna be the one to be to brighten up your day. Ours lips could share stories of our past lives and past loves, playing show and tell with our hearts and counting the scars left from the wars inside of us. See, I've been shot 6 times with false arrows dipped in the poison of insecurities and that Donnell Jones "Where i wanna be" typa shit and i'm still on the front lines, still hoping, still dreaming of what it feels like to trade hearts with someone. Plant them in the soil of our ribcages and let them grow whole and healthy. See i don't know what it is about you that makes this flimsy soft shell of a man's soul quiver but if you ever find yourself alone on the corner of post and taylor write me a message in a bottle and wait for the nights where the stars are shallow enough to lasso one in. Attach the bottle to your halo and send it on its way. Addressed to the boy who heart is as full as fam on thanksgiving. Sincerely written. P.S. I love Japanese food.

Hit that Stanky LEG!

"When you dont feel it, is when it feels good" Random quote i heard today. Doesn't make sense but i know what you mean homie. Maybe i should start doing quotes of the week. Hah, maybe. Anyway i today i didn't catch a case of the Mondays, the Mondays got a case of the Chucks! *everyone reading this chuckles, har-har-har! Anywho i've got a love poem in storage, a poem for my sister, and a shit load of ideas i need to break bread with. I don't know if i used the phrase "break bread" in the correct statement but fuck it, "when in Rome." Started off the day correct getting lost in the abyss of Skyline College trying to find the book store. Man i'll tell ya. The sun beams still didnt take the clothes of the girls over there. Jesus. Must be use to the fog. (i know i'm over using my periods...) So. What. I was the one who looked like a beach bum that just woke up and i had my wayfayers on so i thought i was some what "cool". Got the books, then booked! Oh man can't forget about the girl of my dreams. Literally. Had a dream about this girl i've never talked to in my life and i see her the next morning. WEIRD. Yes i'm interested. Then i head over to the ol King's road high school to do some lecturing on football. Actually i was more starring and thinking in my head "WTF ARE YOU DOING, YOU WEAK BAAHFOOON!!!" jk but not really. so i'm not kidding. heh. After the zoo work out session i head over to my hustling spot to get my hustle on. RED ROBIN!! i actually did hustle today tho. 103 in the pocket whats good!!! ayye! haha but work was the fun part of the day. My host were on a seating frenzy and i got swapped for a bit but i was koo again. Beautiful ladies came in today, all different shades of skin. From the Whites, to the Asians, Hispanics, and even my Chocolate sistas! mmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmm! It was like a tropical eye feast today. Cleavage, Pearly whites, and eyes that could see through your soul were everywhere today. Besides the ladies my guest made it rain on me, OH BOY! shiiiiiit they we're throwing stacks at me showing me they were serious about Red Robin. and i was like "Do your thang (boy), i ain't mad atcha!" (2pac actually said this). But yeah i just recently learned the Stanky leg and i decided to teach almost everyone at work. its so fucking funny, and i like to make everyone at work laugh. its cool. Went over my hours at work but shiit i made it fun and decided to blog about it.

The homie, Dominguez with "Mama" scraping in through the background. Dominguez is a koo ass kat, and Mama is an old Chinese lady who understand little Vietnamese but can handle the hustle when it comes. Old school hustler at that.

I know, I know. I need a cut. the stache is growing over my lips, i promise i will soon.

annnnnnnnnd this fair lady is one of the chillest co-worker/ Managers ever, Lacy. She also has the most hugest tits that look like their about to fall out when she wears a low cut shirt but them boys are stuuuurdy. Whoever you are you can't help to look, trust me. Everybody do the STANKY LEG!!! AYE!!! until next time yall. peace love and the hundreds.

"I ain't makin no money but i ain't makin no sense"

1st of all i know.. i suck at blogging. Anyways smelled like weed, cigarette smoke, bums, and liquor out in the streets of SF last night. Me and John camped out for the new POST hats and damn last night was a pretty interesting night full of excitement and random shit.

Fuck it. I sit on floors. Sluts. Highlights of the night: Got flashed from this white girl with big ass tits, Drunk dude "I ain't makin no money but i ain't makin no sense, thats the quote right?!", Oh boy got some of his Bugles jacked from a crack head, and Dude almost Chris Brown'd his girl. Turn offs: Smoke, Weed, Bums, Cold, Cutters, Annoying people, and THIS!!!! FUCK!! That is why i hate the fucking city sometimes. Stupid ass parking!! 60 bucks down the drain... anyways the sun hits the sky and people start waking up, but not this guy.

The line starts getting massive around opening hour it actually loops back up the street. But we managed to get out hats and escape the zoo. John knows the guys that work there also and we got hooked up with free shirts also! +60 bucks haha FML.

Little bitch was in the back and got to the front quick style. -_-

My Prize:


P.S. yeah i sleep on a coverless bed. shiiiit i sleep on a rose bed too! and what? bitches!

B. Yung

He's been a featured poet on the HBO hit series Brave New Voices and when i saw him spit i swear i wanted to cry. This guy is sick. Especially in this piece: