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Name: Robert
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Oklahoma City
Birthday: 11/28/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Lit, writing, sailboat racing, computers, dogs...uh...I guess you can figure it out by my daily updates.
Expertise: Sailing, Computers, english...that's about all I'm good at.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  BobbyD1944
Member Since:
4/21/2005
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| I'm never, ever, EVER, getting that drunk again...schaller, I might
never forgive you for last night...it was more than 24 hours ago, and
my head is STILL throbbing...ugh....god, why?....
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| Eight days until my twenty-first birthday. Thus continueth the countdown.
I was going to add a new entry to the countdown every day until my
birthday, but like everything else I've ever done, I gave up after the
first step.
I'm considering becoming a police officer. I'd go to college
part-time to get my degree while working to protect and serve.
Leave comments to try to convince me that this is either really, really
bad or, in fact, a wise decision. I'd be done with OU and making
$35,000 dollars a year, which is even more than I'd make being a
teacher (my current plan). And I'd get to give tickets to
assholes.
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| Fourteen days until my twenty-first birthday. Thus beginneth the countdown.
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| First off, I didn't write this poem, although I wish I could write this
well. It's by a guy named Stephen Colman, who's a slam poetry
champion. Slam poetry is the art of spoken word poetry, taking the
words off the page and into the mouths of the artists. I find when I'm
reading slam poetry, that it's best to read aloud, usually with lots of
infliction. If you want to see this poem performed, check out Russell
Simmons presents: Def Poetry on HBO.
I wanna hear a poem
I wanna learn something
I didn't know
I wanna say, "YES!" at the end
because I'm sick of saying, "so?"
I wanna hear a poem
about who you are
and what you think
and why you slam
not a poem about my poem -- 'cause I know who I am.
I wanna hear a
love poem, a sad poem, an I hate my dad poem
a dream poem, an I'm not what I seem poem
an I need poem, an I also bleed poem
an I'm alone poem, an I can't find my home poem
I just wanna hear a poem!
I wanna hear a poem about revolution,
about fists raised high
and hips twisting in a rumble
like a rumba.
I wanna follow the footsteps of Ch'e
and hear the truth about the day
the CIA killed Lamumba.
I wanna hear a poem about struggle,
so that when I open my mouth
I can step outside myself.
I wanna listen to no less
than the sound of protest
in the factories where workers sweat
to make Air Jordans and Pro Keds.
If you wanna take shots at people
target Phil Knight and Bill Gates
contemplate
how they own the products
and they got the goods
how they act like they care
but they're just robbin' 'hoods.
And because every second matters
I wanna hear long poems
and short poems
about time and its limits
because it took less than three minutes
to attack Abner Louima
to frame Assata Shakur
and destroy Hiroshima
to kill Elenor Bumpers
and Anthony Baez
to gun down Malcom
with bullets they bought from the feds.
I wanna hear a poem
where ideas kiss similes so deeply
that metaphors get jealous
where subject matters so much
that adjectives start holding
pro-noun rallies at city hall.
I wanna hear a poem
that attacks the status quo
that attracts the claps
of the cats with the phattest flows
that makes the crowd pass the hat
and pack my cap with a stack of dough.
I wanna guess your favorite color
and then craft rhyme schemes
out of thin air.
I wanna hear a poem about
why the statute of limitations for rape
is only FIVE FUCKING YEARS!!
I wanna hear a poem
I wanna feel a poem
I wanna taste a poem
Give me your spot on the mike
if you're gonna waste a poem
I WANNA HEAR A POEM!
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| I have a sad lack of comments on my xanga...I need to find something
more interesting to write about. The problem is the fact that
when I sit down to check e-mail, xanga, facebook (why does anyone care
about that one, anyway?), etc, I'm already too tired to be happy.
Lately, this stage of the day has been coming around 6:00. Yep,
it's official. I'm an old man. I can't wait to
retire. Nowhere to be, nothing too important that it can't
wait. I just can't wait to sit down. Not to be lazy, but
just to SIT. That's part of what's wrong with american culture
now. Nobody just sits. Sits and thinks. Sits and
relaxes. Sits and shits...well, I guess we all do that, but
still, I think america needs to slow down and sit and think.
Maybe then we could be a rational culture.
Something to think about: Everytime you flush the toilet,
microscopic droplets of whatever was in the toilet go flying all over
everyting within about 8 feet of the toilet bowl...yup, even your
toothbrush.
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