236. The neverending X

The never ending X has two very straight lines
and sometimes...they seem to me very crooked.
The never ending X and I've bet you already guessed
has two different sides.
Right side is gentle, hurt and weeping
and that damn X has every heavy heart keeping
watch for the watch that tells the time of self pity.
Left side is angry, hurtful and mean
and I mean bitter- for the better of the X's life
came out of hardship, distraught, and strife.
The never ending X is a pain in my side
with its never ending lines I'll take infinity in strides
because I'm not sure if this X can be cured.
You see, the X who plays the fool will get caught quick
unless the spell you're under has you closer than a BIC
good shave poor grave for you've dug a deep one and I suppose I'll call you brave.
The never ending X is a monster of a letter.
The precious lines continue on and the game keeps getting better.
Feeling bad for the growth is all part of the plan
until birthday presents, christmas cards, and flowers overwhelm the fan-
because that stuff just hit it
and now I continue on as though I can't quit it.
The never ending X has never gone away
and it's now been almost three hundred and sixty five days.
Friend or foe it's sunk so low I can't grow and I can't know
what comes next...
X is first best with its
never ending lines
perfect memory times
keeping the most important person blind.
I am not blind clever X and I will catch you.
For you and I haven't had the chance for me to say everything I plan to.
Never ending X you keep on growing
and I keep on knowing that this...
that this...
that you...
can never disappear.

235. Autotune.

This is the most unique video I've seen in a while. Funny how autotune makes people sound like stars. Makes you reconsider what you're doing still in school when you could easily have a hit record by singing into an autotune microphone. Haha, regardless...I hope you enjoy this as well as your weekend. =]

234. Miles Apart

This is a song about being apart from anyone you care deeply about. Just a reiteration about the love that is held between those very miles...making it seem not very far away at all! Ironic that this video was conducted miles apart..one guy on the west side and one guy on the east side. Eebsofresh has become on of my favorite artists lately (the singer). Hope you enjoy this as much as I did. As he put it....ya this video is short...but so is life...enjoy it for what it is...not what it isn't. =]

233. The Figure a Poem Makes

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader. For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I am in a place, in a situation, as if I had materialized from cloud or risen out of the ground. There is a glad recognition of the long lost and the rest follows. Step by step the wonder of unexpected supply keeps growing. The impressions most useful to my purpose seem always those I was unaware of and so made no note of at the time when taken, and the conclusion is come to that like giants we are always hurling experience ahead of us to pave the future with against the day when we may Want to strike a line of purpose across it for somewhere. The line will have the more charm for not being mechanically straight. We enjoy the straight crookedness of a good walking stick. Modern instruments of precision are being used to make things crooked as if by eye and hand in the old days.

I tell how there may be a better wildness of logic than of inconsequence. But the logic is backward, in retrospect, after the act. It must be more felt than seen ahead like prophecy. It must be a revelation, or a series of revelations, as much for the poet as for the reader. For it to be that there must have been the greatest freedom of the material to move about in it and to establish relations in it regardless of time and space, previous relation, and everything but affinity. We prate of freedom. We call our schools free because we are not free to stay away from them till we are sixteen years of age. I have given up my democratic prejudices and now willingly set the lower classes free to be completely taken care of by the upper classes. Political freedom is nothing to me. I bestow it right and left. All I would keep for myself is the freedom of my material-the condition of body and mind now and then to summons aptly from the vast chaos of all I have lived through.


- Robert Frost








Oh Robert, you will always have a piece of my heart.