in sports news...

Illinois just ended Wisconsin's 38 home game win streak to improve to 20-0 on the season, their best start in the 100 year history of the school.

The Patriots will play the Eagles in Super Bowl XXXIX on Feb. 6. I stand behind my belief that the Eagles will win, despite the Patriots being 34-4 in their last 38 games, having two-time Superbowl MVP, Tom Brady at the helm, despite being favorites to win. I believe it is Philly's year to put the cheese on the steak, so to speak.

The Wizards are 10 games above .500 and have surpassed many people's expectations for them. They beat a very good Phoenix team on the road a few days ago.

John Thompson III, son of the legendary coach John Thompson, in his first season with the Georgetown Hoyas has them at a healthy 12-5 (4-2 in the conference) and they just won their second straight conference game against St. John's, tonight. They beat Notre Dame with a dunk at the buzzer a few days ago.

Maryland sucks right now, being handled at home by a recovering NC State team that had just lost to a great Duke basketball team. They fall to 11-6 (2-4 in the conference). time to step it up.

an apartment in chelsea...

i'm assuming the nytimes article that was sent to me by mr. johnson was referring to the chelsea neighborhood on the lower west side of manhattan...a swanky area indeed, if i do remember correctly ( my memory fails me, i do believe the area i am picturing was soho, but really it doesnt matter)...anyway, that was not the focus of the article but i tend to get caught up on things like this because it is my dream for the near future to be a mulling, brooding, successful artist of the written word in the big apple. this seems so far away for many reasons, one being my depleted sense of confidence in my writing (ok, so i've never been that confident), my lack of motivation and this unemployment issue. so much shit is hanging over my head right now. i find it difficult not to move into the fetal position and curse the day away through angry tears; angry at myself for seeing the passion and excitement that lies ahead of me, but having no clear idea of how to move toward such a fate. in times like these, my dad would tell me to pray on it.

on a lighter note...i've decided to start another blog specifically for my poetry. i write a new piece every other day i would estimate, so i think that my creative writing deserves its own domain. it will be under blogspot most likely and it will allow me to begin to organize my work at least in a timeline fashion...a chronicle of progress or something of the sort.

i am also thinking of another spin-off blog dedicated to my "love" life as it were, will be, never was...a tell-all feel to my interactions with women. of course this would be a somewhat anonymous blog, allowing for more thorough disclosure throughout the entries.

there is a need for rest and a need to wake up in the morning. the week is new.

a simple thing

the anatomy of a word--
love, backwards evol

recently

seen in a leroi jones
poem. i write with heart

and bleed the intangible
(feeling)

thinking my hairs standing
on edge
are reason enough to trade
two truths-- lonely

and dull (my mind)--
for one lie...

the simple things
don't matter to me,

like a postponed reply
from my muse or the need
to feel warm lips
in the midst of january cold.

the memory of emptiness
is embarassing, even more
that no one is watching

my hands mold a companion
out of thin air.

the simplest thing--
a green light changing
from yellow to red,

i go from there to
meet a simple end
in the intersection
of a forgotten stanza,

where the bones of
a word are buried,
where nothing said
is too much to hear,

a would-be death
to remember.

dreaming of mlk dreaming the great dream.

who knew dreams were for the waking,
who knew dreams were awakening,
who knew dreams were awakened,
he who knew light was for the taking.

and we need not be sleep to dream,
and we need not sleep to dream,
and we need not dream the same dream,
our dream should be new for time coming.

i will not wear the mask
i will not mask the pain,
i will not hurt to tell,
the dream deferred, the dream that failed.

awakened: awakening: a dream that lives
as spirits do for all souls
for the wayward, for the true.

he who lives in the past the present and the future
dreams one, dreams all before color before creed

we should shall must stand together, stand tall
to dream the greater dream,to dream again, forever

car accident

last night i made a left turn into a taxicab on its way up north capitol st. i let one car go past before turning, thinking the coast was clear but apparently it wasn't. I should have taken a closer look. One of the passengers in the cab said the guy was going way too fast, but it really doesnt matter how fast he was going...i should not have turned unless the coast was totally clear. anyway, i got a ticket for 25$ (the cop on the scene was very nice, telling me to always appeal in situations like these b/c at the least any points given to your license will be dropped, even the fine may be decreased). I guess in the end the most important thing is that no one was injured. It really did happen in slow motion. I always heard people mentioning that after accidents...now i can co-sign that sentiment.

After 15 years the volvo, recently dubbed the "wonder wagon" by my brother and his boys, is out of commission. more importantly, my driving is now controlled by my parents allowance of the keys to their car. this brings me back to having no money and desperately needing a job. i really needed a cigarette today after driving across town to get a check that was mailed to me. i haven't smoked yet today but i'm sure i will later. anyway, enough ranting, my life is not exciting or interesting enough for two paragraphs. i fault no one for closing my blog before reaching the end of this pathetic entry.

lethargy

i probably have the least amount of energy i've ever had in my life right now. i am not starting the new year off right...nurturing the same habits, nearly embracing new ones and as dazed and confused as an odb rant (r.i.p.). my first real assignment for the Washington Informer is tonight so i guess i need to be awake for that. More on the event later tonight. For all those who are reading my blog, let's have a big sunday morning hug :)

usc big time!

no, i'm not a fan of USC but i was on their side in this game, the game that should have occurred last season (though some would argue for LSU v. USC). They handed Oklahoma their second national championship loss in a row. It's funny because all the commentators pretty much thought the Sooners had it locked up. I honestly wanted to see a close game but a blowout ensued quickly. Congratulations Trojans. You deserve it.

2005 BCS National Championship Game- FedEx Orange Bowl
USC 55, OU 19

poem.

i listen to the night's incessant call-- the siren, the wind, the ticking clock.
time waits for no one, not even me--
i feel it running out the door like a love gone sour,
never to return, never looking back
at all the pieces it dropped along the way--

i call them memories.

new year.

happy new years and all that good stuff...'05 is a ? just like every other year, just the way it should be hopefully positivity behind tomorrow's door. shake rattle and roll myself into the prosperity waiting for me. be merry.