word.life.poetry. expound on whatever. social conscience. random thoughts. one love.

so today is the beginning
of the revolution
where the lifeline
past livened,
will revolve on my axis.
i've been labelled the nice guy
with the keen eye,
and i pay attention.
but i quit.
because i wanna be a dickhead
hyper bed,
conceited bastard
attracting potentials girlfriends
as I master
the art of manipulation
through devastation.
I want to leave
the girl stranded
as I sneak out the back of a movie theater
blasting the fm radio speaker,
to meet another tweaker hottie at the end
of the parking lot,
oh she's so damn hot,
worth cheating.
she's like cliffnotes:
got the gist with less pages,
so she's better than the real thang,
but a book is a book is a book
worth keeping
on the shelf,
or on the bottom of a table leg
to keep from tilting.
i shall not finish last
nor will any future female cast
any spell,
no matter how innocent,
because I'm done with the emminent
failure of niceness.
i will be an asshole of pure conciseness.
no more,
random phone calls
or beach trips
or all day excursions
to nowhere really significant:
disregard is such a sexual stimulant.
my life is for me, by me so sexy
i hope you hate me,
cuz years from now,
you still wouldn't have left me.

- r4
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 2:43 AM

sometimes the hearts of the youth
just can not satisfy the hunger
of a hidden weakness.
self indulgence.
though. worthy it is.

because months spent
kissing ass
and rendering aimless
rhetoric
as a lone soldier fighting a heathen mass
of fantasy.
I came to work,
not to pretend
i was superman.

so i write words full of scorn
pointed at no one particular individual
but towards the concept of reality,
which seems to have escaped us,
thus far.
at times we wished that seven days
could be transformed to fourteen,
and that one man
could act as an army,
but we live in reality.
a thing we neglected,
forsakingly.

schools became no safer
nor the students healthier.
we cried silent and invisible tears
because we were being hated on,
i hated on we.
I didn't interview to become a pawn.
I thought i was hired because
my name is john.
and i am an individual,
worth something valuable enough
to be added to a vibrant group
of doctors.
we are unlicensed doctors after all.

so i sit as a bitter
bystander in the realms
of what could have been,
though i did not realize this at the time.
this is world worth saving,
and laboring over.
because the kids
are truly precious.
but sometimes you draw the line
between understanding
and demanding.
and sometime soon,
I'll lose all guilt.

- r4
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 2:05 AM

verse and others....

every thursday night they conduct poetry slams in oakland. it's fresh shit.check out
www.newvibe.com

i'm going to read next week for the open mic.. not the slam.
i believe in the expression through verbal inclinations,
and i am learning to keep my art from becoming
competition.

please support.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 1:38 AM

mirrored images of me,
through a sea of poetry.
I saw the history
of a man, of a poet,
of what I could have be.
she used to love me
the way i used to be
until i deprived her of soul
to perform entertainly.
me was her enemy,
because the brain led
unchallenged
by any heartbeat.
simply
my compositions became
untamed versions
of incognito
diversions
from the reality vibrations
of my existence.
ANd so I existed
with extra words
and extra themes
and extra comments
donated from
the souls of those who
represented love.
a love of themselves,
of art,
of life
performed through word.
my inspiration informatives,
not only forced me to try harder,
but also run farther
away from my guideline.
To no fault of their own,
I was the intimidated faulted lone
self. I release.
from the Verses and Torches
and Theories and grouches
and ever darling pinays,
I cried inside, but I flashed
verbal bling blings
at those
america is in the mic things.
and I only wrote truth
when it hurt
over this girl
or that girl
or the other chick.
i spit bullshit
through my fingertips
unstopped.
but tonight is the first light
of my new fuckin life, y'all.
I hear the call
from the inside.
I've sat on the cross
paying for my own sins,
and my scripture reads as so:
do unto others the way I deam poetically.
let me explain phonetically:
eye
em
no
long-grrr
4
say
ken.

- rebel4ce
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 1:34 AM

i'm on a cooking spree. shit.

i shit on your eye, cuz I got fiber optics
worth 6 million more because I am bionic.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 12:52 AM

yes! at least we won a game today. thank you j.t. snow.

hehe hater!
posted by Robbz one at 8:45 PM

i missed the whole mets vs giants shindig.

i think in the circumstances.. i had to pull a bit for the giants.. just cuz they're season is valuable versus the mets and their disappointing record.

fuck sammy sosa. that's all i gotta say.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 10:29 PM