-gregg got dreams to remember

RESPECT..getit?!
(for those who dont know he wrote that song too.. you know the Aretha one..)
to Otis Redding..
just like he wrote
dreams to remember
well,
this jus a different song by the same title..
peace yo
hope you enjoy it



i got dreams
dreams to remember
i got
promises
promises to keep
i got
work to do
before december
i gotta
work hard
stay humble and me

moma told me
dont you forget no
dont forget baby who you are
poppa told me
hold you head up high
keep your eyes towards the stars

people told me
hold on strong
pull your rights from wrong

someone told me
it wont be long
till people hear my song

i got dreams
dreams to remember
i got
promises
promises to keep
i got
work to do
before december
i gotta
work hard
stay humble and me

-new song by gregg

jus wrote it
please enjoy it



everywhere you go
people are fighting
one wanna kill the other
not uniting

i dont understand

didnt yo moma raise you
better than that?
didnt someone care for you?
didnt have to do that

no no
no no

even if you dont know yo poppa
you got your holy father
you are so blessed to be alive
why create a bother?

so many good souls
down in the ground
so many good souls
never again around

i dont understan i dont understand

now you grow to be a man
and see the wrongs you did
so many lives wasted
what you gonna tell your kids?

-early afternoon dreamin'

quietly
silent whisper
words shared with the universe
noise evaporates to silence
there i am
in the midst of you
new world
so very different
from the one i knew
youve risen in me
i shed more light onto you
and the many mysteries of the dark
are now familiar
friends
indifference
fading away in the distance
where i left you
in the snow
playing with your feet
feeling your heart beating in your chest
weary
from the many struggles in your past
so here we are
where we never thought we would be
together
two hands holding tight
one dream

-black love

black love is
love heavenly
shadows and clarity
extacy and pain
we the trees
blues is our roots
running thru our veins
tears are the food
we consume
to smile again be born again
black love is
a sin in their world
black love
is a sound all around
felt n heard
black love is
gods voice dictated to our hearts
quoted to the universe
in our soul and art
black love is the start
the silence from which grows the most profound sound
angelic
like black eyes
and black dice that roll on like we do
thru history
n different times and places touching
everything with royalty
leaving behind black legacy
black love =
acceptance and healing diffusing the lies
building our pride
thru living proof and example
black love is the promise from heaven,
we living example

-what i did with my summer..as well..

cool
so together with artem
the engineer to the city college work we did over the summer
i recorded some of my songs

here we go:

work



it ain't easy
survivin' in this world
and that goes for all men women
little boys and girls
nowhere in this life
are streets paved with pearls
you got to work for what for what you want
whether you got green eyes or curls

everyday's a struggle
you got to hustle
to find your way in life
like a diamond in the rubble

if your job is not your passion
are you workin' for what you're askin'
if you're not pushin' it
it's not gonna move
and when it's outta line
it's up to you to put it back in the groove

if your job is not your passion
start workin' for what you're askin'
if you're not pushin' it
its not gonna move
and when it's outta line
it's up to you to put it back in the groove

everyday's a struggle
you got to hustle
to find your way in life
like a diamond in the rubble

sometimes you gotta get dirty
to feel that you're worthy
at times you gotta put up with strife
to get some beans an' rice

work for what you want
work for what you need

never forget



easup
yeah i know
i coulda been a lil closer to the mic.. :)
ah well
please enjoy despite that yo



yeah..
everytime you open your mouth
you're rude
so rude
everytime you speak more lies than truth
you do
you do

the pen is mightier than the sword
i do not know what you messin' with me for
i been told you before
you didn't take no heed
now you comin' back for more
life's a battle between love an war
many people don't know what they livin for
hate got em feelin' insecure
but you just want to be givin them more

easup
now
easup
now
cool out now

all the while pretendin' we friends
i turn around now you stealin' my ends
remember all the little things you said?!
what goes around comes back one day
love could never go astray
despite all the little silly games you play

easup..

-gregg says yes..4 my peoples

its been quite a journey but its still just the beginning
heard you a daddy now and it takes some imagining
no we dont see eachother like we used to
but i make it a point to come thru around your way
moms said she felt it felt a little like a child of hers
like the way your moms took me in and made me all hers
you knew me from my first notes first rhymes
smiles still fill my mind when i think of those summa times
all of us after dark in the park smokin spark
jus runnin round clownin even runnin from narcs
don nothin compare those times live in my heart
those the things that carry me thru when times get hard
i rememeber sharin forthy's and blunds upon the highway
wind blowin thru our hair while hearin' big and pac play

this is for my peoples all over the place who's
love an support has been my saving grace
it may not have always been clear to see but
each one of you mean the world to me

i rememember feelin lost walkin round dolo
so much on my mind not sure if i would live no
everyday i shed tears not sure to live or die
at times felt so much pain couldnt even cry
you supported me with hugs n doe when i was low
you would smile n i thought of you when i did my first show
remember when we bought beers and chilled upon the bridge
special to me was that day on diamond head
so much laughter reward for so much blues
cryin inside when you told me what you went thru
your moms sadness your pops crazy abuse
my childhood wasnt easy but i wouldnt trade shoes
not many people live to see the things you went thru
but god said the sun shines for everyone so you
stay strong and pray, i know you do
gave you so much he expects a lot from you

-feel me

spill forth

imagine me under street lights in the spirit connected to god
i pray before him before givin him my offererin
home is where the love is the drama and peoples i miss
the bullshit i can do without the guilttrips i dissmiss
rather place a kiss on the cheex of forgiveness
still im human and believe in karma, my life is this
many addicted to drama i choose gods body armor
a sinner in this life at times feelin like a beginner
when again we strife our egos fight to be right
in the night i reflect by a candle on my inner light
and shine that light bright onto what im into
sheddin a ray of life onto cold dead winters
i remember the screams the fights the arguin every night
the fear of love similar to stagefright
my inner child is like two children that need to unite
my cries to god in the dark send my prayers like a kite

its impossible to turn back the hands of time
memories live on deep in my heart and mind
i look into your soul as i pray for understanding
a deeper understanding
i know times been ruff barely had enuff
hopin that one day they wouldnt call our bluff
i know for sure that my moma cried tears
left em on my shoulder they still here
the emptiness grows deeper the more i grow older
wishin i could hold her

in my heart its still easy to recall
the echoes of the screams still bounce off the walls
inside my tears hang around like leaves in fall
i got fear pain and anger yet love for all
under dimmed lights i reflect on black holes
that darken the spaces love could have filled with so much soul
and breathe in the summer breeze knowin i still sin
life is yang and ying turnin strangers to lovers to friends
back to strangers again and the sun ain shine since,
sadness and me been close like first cousins
tears that spill forth within once again
slowly become the river my soul now swims in
takin memories back to the beginnin
lovedones words be a lifevest im rememberin,
a moment of realization life is a test
a reminder that struggles come before progress

-mr.pablo neruda

When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
among harbours.
Copper ignots
slide down sand-pits
to Tocopilla.
Night time.
Among the islands
our ocean
throbs with fish,
touches the feet, the thighs,
the chalk ribs
of my country.
The whole of night
clings to its shores, by dawn
it wakes up singing
as if it had excited a guitar.

The ocean's surge is calling.
The wind
calls me
and Rodriguez calls,
and Jose Antonio--
I got a telegram
from the "Mine" Union
and the one I love
(whose name I won't let out)
expects me in Bucalemu.

No book has been able
to wrap me in paper,
to fill me up
with typography,
with heavenly imprints
or was ever able
to bind my eyes,
I come out of books to people orchards
with the hoarse family of my song,
to work the burning metals
or to eat smoked beef
by mountain firesides.
I love adventurous
books,
books of forest or snow,
depth or sky
but hate
the spider book
in which thought
has laid poisonous wires
to trap the juvenile
and circling fly.
Book, let me go.
I won't go clothed
in volumes,
I don't come out
of collected works,
my poems
have not eaten poems--
they devour
exciting happenings,
feed on rough weather,
and dig their food
out of earth and men.
I'm on my way
with dust in my shoes
free of mythology:
send books back to their shelves,
I'm going down into the streets.
I learned about life
from life itself,
love I learned in a single kiss
and could teach no one anything
except that I have lived
with something in common among men,
when fighting with them,
when saying all their say in my song.

Pablo Neruda

-auto pilot

lights down low
mood mellow
we chillin
without children
but we practicin
life is fulfilling
so many worries
life moves so hurried
and nobody wants to be left behind
you know youre one of a kind
but the world dont always treat you so kind
wish you could sometimes
just rewind
lifes a ball full of people searching for that feeling you feel when you alone
naked in your home
in your zone
on your souls throne
and yet
noone wants to be alone

how do you feel
do their opinions still matter
or only when you feel some kinda vulnerable
you ever really take em serious when you feel wonderful?
constantly adjusting your vision on your world
friends grow up
grow out
life moves on
no matter how loud you shout
however silent you cry
and they say they want results
dont wanna hear why
i see my reflection
in so many yous
and feel my feet danglin
over the depth of your blues
so deep
that i
need to remind myself
that i
am
justified
worthy of my cries
worthy to feel my pain
of your lies
or ignorance
or indifference
i put my soul in these lines willingly
for you to navigate your way
thru its multiplicity
easily replaced by true words
the moment we share sincerity
i miss innocence i feel
when embraced by things real
feel honered when children at me smile
knowing im still there somewhere inside
they tell us to be confident
but i cant lie
so i practice indifference
they strive for independance
filling their emptiness with those who befriend them

always hope for tomorrow
and a pillow for your sorrow
dont tell us
we dont want to know
everywhere you hear
no
and so the years go
and you grow cynical
making fun of those who say they love you so
must be something wrong with them
like you need a next layer of dues to pay to prove to yourself
that youre worthy of love
but thats the funny part
respect you earn
love is
on a soap box i stand
with my opinions
so many shout so much louder
must be their opinions are better than mines
or..
would i be better served
and better serve
keeping my meanings to myself..
i think you liked me better
when i said and did things that you wanted hear
and wanted to know
but i guess
like wings that uplift
a soul must grow
and you an i
now are
what we always never were
familiar strangers
like fake fur
only now
we said so
making it easier
to let go
you havent called me once
and not once have i cared
you couldve encouraged me
yet only once
did you dare
you so small in all the ways you have the world believe you big
and its a good thing to know
that the tree of knowledge has twigs

im on auto pilot
driving thru the night
letting my spirit take flight
with not a soul in sight
you beautiful ones
i feel you though..

-clueless

it is suggested to read this while listening to the song



new day
stayin positive
thinkin bout my peoples
the ones here
the ones overseas
the ones gone
workin everyday
for a promise
somewhere
someway
somehow

fairweatherfriends
fairweatherenemies
people in passing who said things
with lasting impact
positive
and negative

longing for close bonds
with those who
people you assume you
already have close bonds with

dont wanna cry
cant smile
sometimes
wonder why
no tears leave my eye
like sometimes
no sound comes out
when i try

thankful for those
believing in me
feeling thankful for making others believe
and we
both stand in awe
of the way the sun colors
like a mood ring
from cold and shy
to deep and warm
everpresent
like the fathers we wish where here
like the father gave us love
to comfort our fears

wonder if my friends know how much i love and think about em

jorrit.norma.sibren.


from fleeting presences
to deep connects

a myriad of experiences
blending them into one
speaking
weaving words into a song
and knowing that
regardless
of how many words are ever spoken
they can never fully replace
you and i
here and now

a million times a day
i tell myself
i wont be afraid

but how can i not be
when i have so little to gain
and so much to lose..

just when i thought i had it
i realise
i dont have a clue

my dude responded to the poem on twitter
would like to share it with you:

-bare feet

freedom dance
she dances by the light of dawn
on turned over soil
virginia plantation
naked,
her silhouette is like wood,
ebony feet move gracefully
as she sways
no longer do shackles tackle
her freedom
she now dances her freedom dance
to the freedom song.
moma bowed her bosom
to feed their children
and nourish her own
i wonder
whether anyone ever wonders
about the words
that leave their leader's lips,
mouths that were once covered
in ivory colored milk
sprung from
dark brown ebony,
she takes in life as she dances
her freedom dance
between the trees
on an open clearing in the woods
spotlighted by the clear and
innocent sun,
her eyes witnessing god
she is close to heaven
dancing by herself
yet not knowing loneliness,
she will die this way one day,
but death for angels and humans
is not the same,
she will dance to god's humm
until it's time to come home,
freedom dance
in the ghetto,
freedom from the meadow
she flows
smoothly over the changing rhythms,
africa running through her veins,
because of her vibe
they can't think clearly
the hate in their hearts is translated
by the look in their eyes
masked by hooded disguises
and hound dogs and bullets
through the skies,
her rhythm speeds up
as she hastens with bare feet over
prickly soil
in search of concrete,
the fire of their hatred matches
the fire of her desire
to free,
no barrel of any gun can undo
or outrun
this freedom dance
god is calling
his voice is a whisper in her heart,
her spirit has grown weary but too strong
survived in this world,
but
time to come
home,
time to come.