Response to Glory

I always thought songs nowadays were just about relationship problems and social life, but John Legend proved me wrong when I went to see the movie Selma in the theaters. This was the only song I had ever heard that actually meant something to history and the people, where as most songs are sung about the artists’ problems (sorry Sam Smith). My parents know many people that were affected by this era and song. The voice that the song was written in made the song more relatable. The significance pierced my heart with empathy, and my response was tears.

The voice from the page to the performance in this song is phenomenal. The first time I hear this song was moving. I sat there in the theater finishing my popcorn, and when the first verse struck the speakers, as a musician, I knew this one was different. And as I listened to the rap, (which I’m not a big fan of but in this case, yes) I heard major historical events wrapped up in it. But the voice itself is in the perspective of the people that had to live through the painful era of the civil rights movement. The voice itself was inspired by the people. That’s what makes this song so respectable.

The mere presence of a song like this is tantalizing. It does a phenomenal job of capturing the biggest events of the civil rights movement, as well as create an unavoidable state of empathy. In the line, “King pointed to the mountain top and we ran up”, the mountain top was one of the metaphors that Dr. King used in his speeches, meaning that there is a future at the top of the mountain, but we must climb to reach it. So many people were affected by that line. That line summed up some peoples life goals in two seconds. Freedom and Glory was what they were looking for. They had fought so hard and so long to be a part of society and be respected as a human being. In the lines, “The movement is a rhythm to us, freedom is like religion to us, justice is juxtaposition in us, justice for all just ain’t specific enough” those lines are based off what the people want believe and desire. The significance of this song is groundbreaking, and inspiring. It really captures so many peoples hearts and empathy. The reactions to this song is a whole different and emotional story.

My initial reaction was tears. I did not know anyone who had to live through this horrible time, I did not know what it was like at all. But this song made me feel so empathetic for these people who had to go through this time, without even knowing them, without even relating to them in any way, I still drew tears from my heart. I couldn’t even imagine the emotions stirred up in the people that actually had to go through this time. They must have been angry, sad, unheard, abused, and thankful. I added thankful to the mix because they are thankful that one of the biggest names in pop/R&B soul artists decided to write about something that every person on this planet should know about. This was the best song of the year. It won a well deserved Oscar. It one many other recognitions, but most important of all, it won the heart of the people. And that was the purpose for which it was wrote.

I always thought songs nowadays were just about relationship problems and social life, but John Legend proved me wrong when I went to see the movie Selma in the theaters. I felt endless empathy for the people, and teary eyed recognition for these artists.  They put something that many people couldn’t to words in a song that speaks volumes.

Sonnet

Shall I compare you to a forgotten child
Thou feelings are intense and short
And even if his anger is mild
I would not like a retort

Sometimes he looked entertained and heard
But often he is swallowed by fear
And when his anger is finally stirred
The people near spring like a deer

But you were never forgotten
At any point in time
The people who did are rotten
The satisfaction is sublime

So as long as I live on this earth
We will find and prove your worth

Simile/Metaphor Poem

Life

Life is like a marathon
A relentless sprint
All the way to the finish
With no breaks

You might find a stop
Along the way
You might catch a break
After you fray

And if you ever doubt yourself
You will fall short of the finish
Regret it for the rest of your life
And never forgive yourself

Life is like a marathon
A relentless sprint
All the way to the finish
With no breaks

And if you put on the brakes
You will lose the fun
You will be winded
And finally be done

Haiku Poems

Water crashing in
Waves taking every chance
To swallow them back

Hard times are waiting
Challenges are approaching
Wherever you go

Wind whisps in the air
It is very hard not to stare
My feet are not bare

Creative Writing #2 Q3

“Heres what I’ve decided to do, my friend Zack here has taken you to the Russian Plains. Not a sign of civilization for miles. I’m gonna leave you here and see where you end up. But before I go, let me introduce you to the newest addition to our crew,” he boomed.

Something cracked the ground behind me, as if a mini meteor had struck earth, and as I turned around I realized I was facing the closest thing earthbound to a god. His arms were as thick as cannon barrels, the top of his head barren, and his jaw appeared primordial. He appeared to be homoerectus on steroids. The crack in the ground was from him jumping from the helicopter 40 feet above.

“Meet Rifleto,” He said dramatically.

Suddenly, my walkie talkie started going off. It was the CIA. They were asking us to report our position. Escobido was still staring at me through his glasses. As the communication carried out, I felt a cold bead of sweat drip down my face, as Escobido slowly started to smirk.

“Tell them you are going off grid for a while… a long while…”
Escobido and his men climbed back in his helicopter.

Suddenly my head started pounding like a drum, harder and harder. The migraine was intensifying. I tried to stay on my feet, but my knees buckled. It felt like my brain was swelling up. I knew if I didn’t get to a doctor soon I would be a dead man. Suddenly the pain in my head dissipated, but as the migrate went, I felt a sharp needle penetrate my back. As I tried to turn around to see the man who saved my head from exploding but I was shoved to the ground. Stay down the man whispered. I smelled pickle juice and grilled cheese on his breath.

Spain

Smoker of the world,
Meat cooker, herd tender
Soccer player of the pitch
Tough, thick, broad
The country of scarred faces

They tell me you are tough, I don’t believe them
I have seen and met many sweet people like tangerines
They tell me you are dangerous and I believe them

Your laugh spews smoke from the rooftops and pollutes
Your smile is sadness wrapped in a nutshell
Your spring is anxious and quickly paced, impatient

Smoker of the world,
Meat cooker, herd tender
Soccer player of the pitch
Tough, thick, broad
The country of scarred faces

Where I am from

I am from the house that reeks of stress
I am from the desk where scribbles are art
I know my writing tells a lot about me
As messy as it is I get it

I am from the rambles of pointless things
I am from the place
where rapid spanish is spoken
fluently, but mashed together

And through the troubles of every day
I can still stand up strong
Take a deep breath in and out
And relax for once in a lifetime

And sometimes in the heat of despair
I find an oasis of relief
And as I drink the water of regret
I find the place where I am from

Visualization Poems

Inspired by: The Cross of Snow, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Seven years have passed
Since she left
Every sleepless night
thinking of her

I’m slipping in and out of
consciousness and reality
The only thing that can temporarily cure me
Is the intoxication of liquor.

Repetition Poems

Poem #1:

Sometimes I see it
Sometimes you don’t
Sometimes we fight
Sometimes it’s ok

You put pressure on me
When you walk in the door
You’re mere presence
Makes me shudder

No matter how hard I try
To get you to see what I see
Your ignorant face
Gets in the way

So what am I supposed to do

Poem #2:

I wonder what the future will be like
I wonder what will become of me
I wonder how the world has changed
I wander these unnamed streets alone

There’s no one to guide me
Through the lost city
And no matter how hard I try to perceive whats happening around me
I still fail

I guess there’s no hope for me
The city changes every night
Its shapes shift and burn
Slowly
Too slowly

Selma

The movie Selma was not only one of the most inspirational movies I have seen, but one of the first movies that actually benefited the society in a crucial way.  Despite the tragedies in the movie, in chronological order, from the E.P. bridge, to the night riots, the march from Selma to Montgomery was displayed as one of the most influential movements in the Civil Rights Movement.  The first march was lead by one of the SNCC, which resulted into harsh beat downs and deaths on the bridge.  It was broadcasted on national television.  The second, MLK Jr. lead, but then he turned back.  The third march was successful, thousands of people came to march, and the nation came together for that march.  I would rate this movie 4.5/5 for the accuracy and how well produced it was.  I would recommend this movie for mature audiences, mainly 14+.