Douglas+Wallace

My poem theme was basically about life and confliction and it matched the poet who I was studying which was Jimmy Baca who was incarcerated for a long period of time, even with death row inmates.

My poem titled I feel foolish is an exclamation of the last months of my life with my relationship life, and home life with my brother. It just seemed like the people that I love dearly left my life or something of that nature and I was conflicted about many things on life and I couldn’t get my emotions under control.

My poem “The Truth” is about the real truth within the world and there isn’t much truth in the world so in my poem I’m basically saying people should cipher out all not truth in this world and learn that fact divided by fiction equals the truth, and even if some things don’t make sense, nothing is true and everything is permitted.

I made three odes I didn’t really like the second one, and the first ode I made was alright so I simply decided to make a third and post it up there. Black River I what my name means (Douglas) so I made an “Ode to Black River” talking about my emotional cycles and what this “Warrior” sees and go through, but it is written in third person. You wouldn’t know it’s talking about myself until I say ode to Douglas.

 "Poetry is the universal language." William Hazzlit

__All A Dream__

But I thought it was all a dream That my mind was playing a foul vicious trick on my soul but i couldn't believe it. I couldn't fathom the thought that He would be removed from my life or that He would no longer be there For me as he always was If I had any problems he would use his smoothness to straighten it out Or when he would teach me how to play ball its funny How he dunked on a 76er But I couldn't believe he Was gone And even still till this day I See him when I look In the sky, because even tho he is gone I still hear him in times of need "Keep your head up" was my favorite line of his because when he was killed thats all I could do, Because he only died in reality but in my heart shall remain his immortality And he will always remain there as I keep my head up But I put my head down everytime I walk past his murder site Everytime when I look At the memorial Much love to you cuz Keep ya head up

__First Second Third__

Roses are red But my face was too but things aren't the same when You are caught up in the moment, the passion young love I ain't know what i was doin. I was only 11 but her lips were soft and whatever she was doin felt Good. Wasn't my First love, but First lust Wasn't my First Girl, but Second Try Second High Wasn't my First Thought, but Third Action Third Feeling Third Rush Because my heart was Pacing Fast, speedracer Then There was Somethin Different, transformers But I wasn't in my prime I just barely started. Its been Three minutes and I'm breathing heavy But time is limited For the choice of venue was infamous

Ode to Black River

Ode to Black river for it reminds boy of hiself Thy soul is tainted with Corruption and anger and He is a warrior against himself and the trials that he go through only make the warrior stronger. But these thoughts flow like a river into the ocean of emotions and memories Inside of my heart. The ocean tends to evaporate and precipitate to rain back on my estate and bring me to a state of unhappiness. But HE will survive for HE has been doing it for a long time and the cycle that boy goes through keeps him functioning. And it makes everything in the world That is corrupt not seem as corrupt And let the river make everything in the world go smoothly. The warrior witnesses this, and does nothing except wait for the next Cycle...

Ode to Douglas

Ode To PS3

Games get played All day on the PS3 How Orgasmic the experience the rush of simply playing How you lean and move with the Control being One with One body One Mind One Spirit, because spirited moves creates grace within the game Ode to PS3 :D

I Feel Foolish == = =

The Truth Sonnet  Sonnet

(1)Death is the release of the mind and body Only scary thing is how it can come And it's my thoughts that have me embodied And in some ways I feel a little bummed (5)For my mind doesn't have the time to strife The bitter feeling of betrayal of thee Master that might not exist but gave life and it behooves you to find out and see Pick out the ridiculous suspicions (10) And learn about how ruthless the truth is Remember what I'm saying to function from fiction and learn what you are missin':

Nothing is real, everything permitted And the lies you know make them omitted

 Jimmy Baca overall seems like he talks a lot about nature. Maybe it is because he spent most of his time in jail. And a lot of his poems has experiencing life and he has a lot of life experience seeing he ran away, and spent time in jail. One of the poems I have marked up talks about him being happy having fun without worrying about racism or anything like that. Maybe this is because guards were racist and thought he was a threat and wanted to learn. His style of writing is interesting because it seems like in his writing he self analyses himself within his writing by using spacing. There is a lot of spacing within his poems. There were a few poems that I read of his that didn’t have spacing, so I doubted the site used his format. Although I particually enjoy his poem that start off I feel foolish “ I feel foolish, like those silly robins jumping on the ditch boughs when I run by them. Those robins do not have the grand style of the red tailed hawk, no design, no dream, just robins acting stupid. “ and I liked it so much that I made a riff poem because to me Jimmy Baca was talking about how certain people referred to as “Robins” who don’t enjoy life. Myself I just wrote about my certain life experiences, and how they effected me.

Listening to Jazz now is one of my favorite poems because of the message and repetition. It is a real cool laid-back poem that I enjoyed, me this morning no coon hound ailing yowls vibrant I love yous. I'm happy, When I see “Coon hound” I think of the term coon which was a racist term for black people back in the day. So this poem is just talking about how everything is all lovely and fine, and I think that’s how most of his poems are. He just talks about life events and how things really are. 