  I am the sensitive one!!!!!! LOL. Yes, last night I delved into the sensitive side of me and expermented with a whole new genre of " Sensitive Poetry ". So, first sensitive piece, first draft and I made it to the second round. I got dropped kicked in the second round but I felt like broke down doors with my " Praise " piece. ROger sent out a challenge on the NYC slam list serve to write a praise piece and slam with it in the Open Slam. Since i have testicles the size of pool balls, I took the challenge and was proud that I got a good enough score to get to the second round.
I am actually questioning my style in what is making me a successful Slam poet. I know I have the ability to be a loud poet. Now I am experimenting with a different voice and style. Nothing is better then learning and mastering different styles of whatever you are good at. I had a great time last night. I was hosting and it went pretty smooth. Nothing bad nor aggravating. Soon, host are not getting paid. I think that is the proper thing to do. Hosting is not really a job, it is more of a privledge in my eyes. I have no problem hosting and not getting paid. It is a learning tool that will make my resume look sharp.
" Oh my God, you hosted Bar 13 on a Monday, That must be hard ". " Well Honey, I am JUST THAT GOOD!!!! " LOL. So last night I went home and truly raped my Lenny, from here to Monday, I ravished her body until 6 this morning. Uh wait a minute. Wrong journal. I have to write that in my personal journal. Forget I just wrote that.
Last night I was really feeling ghetto and the White Castle was calling. I needed to get a couple cheesburgers and chicken Rings in my system to remove that ghetto murder burger inkling that I had. You can't go wrong with a couple of burgers here and there. It is a good way to get in ca-hoots with that side that you tried to leave behind. All is good. Peace, Love, Porkchops Fish **************** Praise Poem ****************** Ponder some moments Heart tugging memories where you give thanks.
Think Wonder, imagine On a breezy fall day, a child runs to his mother crying after falling and scraping both knees, a warm touch, a reassuring smile, a kiss that only a mother knows how to give, that child will always praise his mother Crowded subway cars constricting lungs aggravation forcing heads to an agitated bow 15 hour work day no energy to stand. Disheartened, A kind old lady grabs your shoulder and offers you her seat. You sit and give thanks to her . beautiful eyes return a gracious " your welcomed ". Praise her genuine kindness. After a traditional Sunday dinner, you share a moment with your father he tells you, " I love you " and " you have always have made me proud " , no more words, you hug an endless embrace you cry 30 years of uncertainty away you love an undying love You praise your paternal hero One day you get a phone call from a friend, he is in need.
As you are there , you will walk to the end of eternity for him, he seeks true friendship. you share his pain, you console his broken heart, His failed endeavor His questionable friendship becoming solid You insert faith, he adds hope, together, You save his life, Praise true friendship In those moments........... Aide in the sensitivity and vulnerablity of life. Run a steady hand through the warm , inviting river currents of praise Surf the ocean's sky calmly Find a solemn peace within you Teach the Angels harmony, while showing them meanings of new found serenity Praise what means most to you, cherish honor, appreciate No need to yell, No need to rant Be prudent and unleash your power of love on us the un-deserving the hapless the underpriviledged,............................................and make this world beautiful Fish The LouderARTS Project 
