In Memory of Mr. Penneman

I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. I attended a funeral today of a man that, in the eyes of many, was truly insprirational. He was a man that kept promises, worked hard, and was dignified and dutiful. An example that life is meant to make changes and postive impressions on others. The minister giving the eulogy repeatedly emphasized the fact that life ends. So my conversation to you today is about the life that you lead today, if tomorrow isn't promised.

Wanna Bet?

Bet that i'll be a voice of a nation
Bet that you'll be the crowd that is slavin
Over the combinations that i'm creatin
The word rubix cubes over which you're debatin
Bet that i'll be the silent voice of my solo nation.
Bet that my heart won't sleep
Bet that my words will keep the beat
That pumps the flow that sustains your being and
Maintains the breathe that escapes u even as we speak
But that's not what u believe to be truth.
You doubt that someday my apex will be higher than you thought it'd be?
You doubt that i'll steal the joy that you didn't intend for me to see?
I'm taking up the money and any valuables that you possess
To place your bet against the best that i have yet to express
And i'm gonna let these passages keep the score...Wanna Bet? I'm game...

Just A Rant...

Women continue this "men ain't shit" kick but stop and think for a minute.Men only do what women accept. If Tyrone knows that he can't get any unless he asks politely, then dammit, he is gonna ask politely. Women are scorned by men because the women before them and they themselves set up the dominoes. Elvis would have stopped wearing tight jeans if the girls didn't go crazy when he stepped on stage. Consider the happily married couples that u know....After a while, the husband stops buying his own clothes. Whatever his wife wants him to wear is what he puts on, no questions asked. Men stop working out when they get married cause their wives want to "spend time" then the woman sees his belly pokin over the top of his pants and assumes that he stopped working out because he doesn't care about how she feels about it....The only reason dudes cat-call and whistle at girls is because there is a girl somewhere that is gonna have a positive response to it. (Whistle at six girls, two of them turn around and engage in conversation....the odds are good and th process is effortless) That may not be polite but it is effective and efficient

Essay topic

What are other things Congress could be doing besides investigating steriod usage in professional sports? Is it really that important? What are your views on the current situation and what would you do to change it if you wanted to??

Pressure

This poem is a means of relieving the pressure......
Pressure that i've felt since the first day i met her
She owns a smile that just begs me to stare
Emerald eyes and silky hair
A voice that serves to soothe my soul
A beautiful body, and truth be told
She doesn't know how much i wish
and wait and want for just one kiss
The kiss to end this pain of mine
The pain that grows with passing time
She's the one I want to love
And i pray to God and the stars above
That someday, somehow, somewhere
Her eyes will return my longing stare
Cause right now...it's just too much pressure

ME

words cannot define the man behind the mystery, but imma give you the skinny anyway...where do we start? I'm the best of the rest of ya folks for the most and i like to kick it, would be nice, but i'm too different, would be a thug, but that's just ignant. The ambassador to the world for the young boys and girls with immaculate talent, God-given gifts, and a southern accent. I'm easily misunderstood and you would cause you don't know me. You can say what you want but the truth is you can't hold me. Can't touch this cause i'm too elusive. You tryin to understand but my english is too fluent. You'll understand some day when it's entirely too late, but until that day read this over and over and over until you can possibly relate.

Poetry

A page wit a face of words that becomes nerves. A rhythm like a heartbeat With many purposes it serves To nourish, comfort, quiz, and confuse Praise, destroy, flatter, and abuse. Let your words reach out like fingers and toes. And touch those that need to be touched. Inspire those that need something to hold. Be bold and let your poetry strike a nerve.