KEEP IT 100: Chapter 9

To be real


With you

I can’t give you

Fake news

I come with the real

Because love comes


No fake friends

Just real feelings

Deep penetration

Soft strokes

From my pen

The ink 


Writing down that shit

That you feel

Too real

This news that I tell you

Is real

This isn’t a gamble

An Ace up yours

When I want your Heart

You’ll have a full spread

And I’ll call your bluff.

To tell you how I really feel,



Two hearts

One mine

I am yours


You, you






Special Announcement!


It is a new beginning.

The start of school after an eclipse no less.

New students, old students – same potential in kinetic flux.

I will be creating daily blog entries more often due to having more time to write while at work. I will still do the Personal Life Lyrics and KEEP IT 100 series, but for the time being, it might have to wait. This means that I’ll also try and monetize my site as well as create another new series. I hope that the content that I have created now and in the future will continue to span a following to help inspire, laugh, and grow.

KEEP IT 100: Chapter 8


My father told me his story.

“Upon this land, my father build the very foundation

That broke his back.”

He continued

“He continued to build,

And as the foundation had structure

His cracks under pressure.

As integrity is earned from hard work.

Intense was the labor.

Hoping that the reward was just.

But the pain 

Though well fought

Won in the end.”

It must have been too much to handle,

All that burden to bear.

Looking at my father,

Raw and bare bodies shaped you and me

He said.

“My father was one

And they hung him

On a tree.”





KEEP IT 100: Chapter 7

Big words are like Big Bird

From Sesame Street









seems to be some misdirection

Along the way

Around the way,

Across the corner

Beyond the border

I can taste the rainbow in all its flavors.

But yellow is my favorite.

Beside Oscar the Grouch

You’d think you can distinguish between

Sour Ass Apple






The spectrum doesn’t always work

That way.

Next to Big Bird’s primary side

Complimentary to both neighbors

Lies Radar

The Brown Teddy Bear

And bears love that sweet honey

Flowing freely from the beehive.


Academic Shade: Dwayne Unchained

Yipe Yo Ki yah,

Gitty up as the white stallion bucks

And kicks me in my nose

Until my face bust

These are the words from Lil Wayne from the song entitled White Girl, used in this blog to educate as wisdom (with hints of sarcasm) and warning (because Captain Picard uttering the rhetoric from Judge Aaron Satie wasn’t cool enough).

The quote from Judge Satie goes as the following (uttered by Captain Picard; the whole script written by Number One):

With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

Deep sh@!, ain’t it?

You can add a wrecking ball to that chain too (hint, hint).

Now, how do these quotes go together here?

I mean, Gym Class Heroes and Lil Wayne (before he was leaning and swimming in the waters of Drake’s periods – I mean, number one hits on the Billboard) and a quote from the Star Trek: The Next Generation’s episode entitled Drumhead?

Cocaine is one hell of a drug (because I’m Rick James B$%^h) and so is music.

Is it not liberating to hit that track and another of your favorite song or artist, like how Baby hit Tunecha (like Britney Spears first number one hit) and birthed Drake from the conception of respeck? Or how Miley feels to twerk her blurred lines (plus her neck and her back too) to appropriate what she is lacking?

The concept of rhythmic patterns is uttered throughout our history, particularly in African culture. It was thanks to the African drum that the telegraph, the telephone, and the cell phone became primary components of auditory communication. The use of phonetics in communicating sound patterns is essential in knowing how somebody is saying a particular phrase or set of words, as semantics is important in understanding the meaning of the particular phrase and set of words.

The evolution of Dwayne Carter from a boy to a man in the hip hop game physiologically can be a great example of phonetics, as he sounds different from 1999 to now, as compared to when he is sober to when he is on drugs. The artistic interpretation of change; the name changes from Lil Wayne to Weezy to Tunecha, and how his lyrical flow and use of language changes from those name changes is a great example of semantics.

An irrevocable chain indeed; chains that cultivate our culture holistically.

So what happened when we break them?

Plato’s Allegory comes into play here as we deal with the issue of cultural appropriation, as shadows worshiped as truth when chained to imitation is not without hostility when they are then finally broken and a deeper truth is revealed by the fire illuminating from an experience one can empathize with through understanding the reason behind the dancing bodies worshiping the fire.

Every day we Play with Fire (listen to the track by Lil Wayne and you’ll see what I mean).

It is a light in the darkness.

Illumination isn’t without imitation.

Some may call it forgery;

Others may call it flattery

I call it the spark to ignite the flame.


KEEP IT 100: Chapter 6

There are monsters in my closet!

There are monsters under my bed!

These are the stories of children with overactive imaginations

But look at that monster!

The one with the orange head!

They said,

Sleep with the light on

And as soon as they’d fall asleep,

The lights would go out.

They’ll draw a picture of the monster in the day

“Grrr!” in the bobble, it’ll shout



It didn’t matter.

The orange headed monster didn’t worry or care

But this is an imaginary creature

Its head and color its primary feature.


Because it waits to eat you.


Personal Life Lyrics: Incomplete

Love and procrastination.

Two concepts with terms of exclusion that have qualities of endearment with one another.

I mean, if you’ve read any of my previous entries you know that I love the arts and sciences (minus Chemistry, because Reasons; by Earth Wind and Fire. Perhaps the irony of this comes from the group’s missing element and how it relates to my astrological sign, being a fixed water sign and all).

Bright Lights, Fancy Restaurants
Everything in this world that a man could want
I got a bank account bigger than the law should allow
Still I’m lonely now
Pretty Faces from the covers of a magazine
From their covers to my covers want to lay with me
Fame and Fortune still can’t find, just a grown man runnin’ out of time

Let’s get to the point.

My love life (pertaining to women) sucks more than the owl from the Tootsie Roll Pop commercial (only three licks and done son – in the voice of Dave Chappelle). I think this is in part of procrastination at its finest (and possibly my dislike for Chemistry) but I’m surely not lonely. Deep inside my soul lies the wisdom of Athena without being so frank in licking the Tootsie Roll Pop but with one drawback: I can be a sucker for starting something but not finishing it for a good while.

Turns out I’m not alone in this activity (while keeping it slightly kid friendly, metaphors are a fun tool for the wise).

Even though it seems I have everything
I don’t want to be a lonely fool
All of the women, all the expensive cars, all the money don’t amount to you
So I can make believe I have everything, but I can’t pretend that I don’t see
That without you girl my life is incomplete
Without you girl my life is incomplete

I mentioned Richard Feynman, Albert Einstein, Sir Issac Newton and Satyendra Nath Bose from previous entries. Physicists that used their love for applied mathematics to discover new concepts that expand our incomplete knowledge of our concretely known universe but here I must expand the introduction of pure mathematics with a quote from Feynman himself:

Physics is to math what sex is to masturbation. 

(I mean, he was quite charismatic. For a more modern term, he was lit af. Einstein was woke though but poor Newton bore no fruit from his tree. My boi Bose is just now getting some respect on his name – with a “t”, not a “k” because it is only fitting to do so.)

Here comes Kurt Godel (metaphorical hint of academic nastiness here) and his Incomplete Theorems

Your perfume, your sexy lingerie
Girl I remember it just like it was on yesterday
A Thursday you told me you had fallen in love, I wasn’t sure that I was
It’s been a year Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall
But being without you just ain’t livin’ ain’t livin’ at all
If I could travel back in time, I’d relive the days you were mine

Two theorems used to describe the platonic relationship between love and procrastination (in comparison to *Kevin Gates – 2 Phones: Read my post Academic Shade – Kevin Gates the Kitty of Uncertainty for more clarity).

(inserts two subset love songs from the same genre of music)

  1. If You Love Me -by Brownstone* (as a representation of the first theorem and love in general)
  2. Say It – by Tory Lanez* (as a representation of the second theorem and procrastination)

Even though it seems I have everything
I don’t want to be a lonely fool
All of the women, all the expensive cars, all of the money don’t amount to you
I can make believe I have everything, but I can’t pretend that I don’t see
That without you girl my life is incomplete
That without you girl

I’d like to be real with you, relationships are tough.

The chorus of Brownstone’s song makes it vividly clear:

If you love me, (say it)
If you trust me, (do it)
If you want me, (show it)
If you need me, (prove it)

Love is all of these conditions, similar to the first half of Godel’s Incompleteness Theorem. It is arithmetic! But unlike Mary J. Blige’s Love Without A Limit, there is a certain limit of arithmetic one can do until you are all cried out (by Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam).

For me, love is a formal consistent system. I have to be rational with it. After all, we were born from the language of it. A game of life (see Personal Life Lyrics: Demons). The language at times can be fuzzy, as empirical methods of creation have their inconsistencies in the reasons of progress but not the process of their elimination.

  • Can I prove whether or not this particular person likes me?
  • Just because the conditions set are true, does it make it so?
  • Am I wrong to feel suspicious of this feeling?

Godel’s First Incompleteness Theorem unveils the self-doubt that is the value of the undetermined.

I just can’t help lovin’ you
But I loved you much too late
I’d give anything and everything to hear you say, that you’ll stay

The second half of Godel’s Incompleteness Theorem circumvents the first. Procrastination has a tendency to do that. I know that once you start something, you must finish it but in love, you have so many inconsistencies in the consistent system that make up such a relationship.

The value of the undetermined makes one stop their continuous progress and withhold it for another period of time.

You gon’ have to do more than just (say it)
You gon’ have to do less when you (do it)
Tell mama you know I (show it)
Always want you to (prove it)

You question the value of love through procrastination. If love is arithmetic, then procrastination is the inequality that leaves me alone as a single variable.

But there is just one unique thing about the limits of provability – you are one of many single variables, each with their own intents and purpose.

Even though it seems I have everything
I don’t want to be a lonely fool
All of the women, all of the expensive cars, all of the money don’t amount to you
(you can have it all) I can make believe I have everything,
but I can’t pretend that I don’t see (Just give me my baby)
That without you girl my life is incomplete

I desire to have relations here, analogous in the comparison to love and procrastination as provability is to probability.

In a loving relationship (either being Lovers and Friends by Usher, Jon, and Luda or Forever My Lady by Jodeci – without judging K-Ci and Mary J Blige’s relationship) the Libra scales symbolically come into play with measuring the ethics of love and the morals that constitute the connection.

In the case of relationship goals, there are many subjective ratios:

  • 30/70 (possibly a ratio dealing with the man of the house being the primary income, with the lady staying at home)
  • 60/40 (possibly a ratio dealing with the premise that the man is the king and the woman is a close second. If you’ve played chess, the queen is the lioness and the king only moves once on any square)
  • 50/50 (1/2 or equivalent distribution)

A lifetime is all that I need (quoting Prophet Jones*) honestly. With this in mind, why bother with the moments of love when you have a lifetime to do something else and come to it at another time, expanding the knowledge you have of that concept with newer knowledge from something else learned (being a Part Time Lover by H-Town)?

This philosophy is what these great minds had in common with one another. The waiting game without set time constraints but with limits nonetheless. Time is the variable that has no set value that we can predict after all – particularly with the genius that is progress. All we can do is speculate with objective reasoning aligned with subjective idealism.

Even though it seems I have everything
I don’t want to be a lonely fool
All of the women, all the expensive cars, all the money don’t amount to you
So I can make believe I have everything, but I can’t pretend that I don’t see
That without you girl my life is incomplete
Without you girl
Without you girl
Without you girl you girl my life is incomplete
Without you girl you girl my life is incomplete
Oh yeah
My life is incomplete
Oh yeah, yeah

Is it promiscuous to say that love and procrastination to those that have a passion to learn new things tend to not be the happiest of people? Satisfaction leaves contentment for the moment (for a brief period of time) but there is still an unfilled void that yearns for complete fulfillment. Whether it is the creation of a new study (Feynman/Quantum Electrodynamics), a theory of everything (Einstein/Theory of General Relativity), a fundamental force (Newton/Gravity), or a particle that makes up matter (Bose/Bosen or God Particle), they are pieces of an incomplete framework and it keeps one searching for the rest of the pieces to develop the whole frame. It’s experimentation with particular aspects and components to discover what works and what doesn’t (procrastination), then deciding whether or not to run with the good, the bad, and the ugly as a permanent fixture of your life’s achievements (love).

I take it stroke by stroke, coming undone.





KEEP IT 100: Chapter 5

Clearly, we have a problem.

A dilemma

A conflict so old and ancient

That it predates God’s creation

When He said

Let there be light.

Color never stood a chance.

A slave to perception from a conscious entity

That abuses it with such


The horrors that we have done with such an ambiguous thing

That meant us no harm

But the harm we have inflicted towards it.




They engulf it unequivocally.

But one thing it didn’t have

Was life.

Now, we live in opposition.

When we could one day be like the light

Shining so bright.

Personal Life Lyrics: Demons

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

We all have our heroes. Individuals – fictional or otherwise- that we look up to as heaven sent. Heroes have villains.

The formula is so simple.

Protagonist and Antagonist.

For every Captain Cold or Mr. Freeze, there is a Flash or Batman there to save the day.

But as I continue to live on through the body of my works, words and actions exploit heroism as more than just principalities that are of biblical proportions, but infinitesimal victories and defeats that are seemingly unnoticed and often ignored.

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

My favorite heroes in comic books, graphic novels, and other forms of publication were always the brainy folks or the tragic antihero.

Spawn and Spider-Man (I loved the artistic flare that Todd McFarlane made in the late 1980’s)

Batman and Iron-Man (The Killing Joke will always be a favorite graphic novel from Batman. Demon in the Bottle is one of the best issues of Iron-Man ever. Both stories humanize these characters down to their core.)

Doctor Strange and Mister Fantastic (I call these heroes oddities among the mold because Doctor Strange is a doctor in the medical field who becomes the greatest sorcerer in the 616 Marvel Universe, as Reed Richards calls himself Mister Fantastic humbly understating his intelligence in the Marvel Universe; although he is the most intelligent male in the 616 Universe.)

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

Six male heroes from fiction – favorites from childhood and even now still – but what qualities define them and how did I try to strive to attain them?

Well, here is where the nerd in me coincides with the geek that desired to embody the beastly aesthetic that (still) entertains and fascinates me.

5 out of 6 of these heroes are brainiacs (Spider-Man, Batman, Iron-Man, Doctor Strange, and Mister Fantastic)

4 out of 6 of these heroes have tragic backstories either before or during the event that manifested their superpowers (Spawn, Spider-Man, Batman, and Iron-Man)

3 out of 6 of these heroes have superhuman skills due to years of training (Batman, Iron-Man, and Doctor Strange)

2 out of 6 of these heroes exhibit the silent-type characteristic (Batman and Spawn)

1 out of 6 of these heroes isn’t a superhuman with his tools and abilities (Batman)

Piece by piece, I set the plan in motion to attain the physical and mental structure that defines these characters into my characteristics.

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

Thy will be done. As action, as it is represented on paper.

A Set theory is planned, with memberships of characteristics in execution.

I breed life into these characters by studying what makes them so unique in me.

An artist (in terms of cardinality; one can relate my artistry to the canvas that I love to read and simulate):

  1. Learning that cardinality in mathematics is the Law of Identity from Classical Logic in empirical and rational practices and correlating the term from that logic to Astrology as one of three qualities (alongside Fixed and Mutable, with the Law of Non-contradiction and The Law of the Excluded Third).
  2. Realizing that I am the eighth out of twelve signs in this pseudoscience, a set of objects in the sky in a circle of zodiacs with symbols comparable to those of logic used in mathematics.
  3. Understanding that in this pseudoscience, there are binary distinctions between six out of twelve of these elements (Masculine and Feminine), and that every sign makes up one out of four elements (Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water. No heart here people. This ain’t Captain Planet, but there is always the Esther).
  4. Concluding that every one of these concepts didn’t grant me any special previsions (Like really, because Scorpios are private, hence the term; “Deez nutz.” But superheroes are supposed to be private about their identities. I call Empedocles on to the stand of this pseudoscientific mess).

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it – Aristotle

I accept that fact that I have set limitations but limitless potential. Like the students that I deal with in the classroom, I see myself as capable of many feats and accomplishments. This is true with the fictional heroes that I admire and enjoy reading.

I also know that it is difficult to accept defeat too. Demons hide in the darkness that comes from entertaining that thought – The thought of the unknown.

Often times, these fictional heroes seemingly go through their share of personal demons; internal villains that are worse than the archenemies that oppose their ideals (or in the study of Astrology, polar opposites to whatever sign has binary elements that are mutual to their identical qualities).

Spawn had a wife during death that he left (“Wanda” was screamed by Al Simmons on just about every episode of the HBO series from 1997. All six episodes. All three seasons), Spider-Man has the weight of Uncle Ben’s death on his shoulders (and Stacy Gwen too), Batman has an obligation to his parents after their deaths to protect his city and uphold his moral code (and take care of teenagers and make them into crimefighting badasses, all without uttering “Martha.” Damion is my favorite though), Iron-Man has alcoholism and a business to run, with countless relationship problems (which I feel are worse off than Batman and Superman’s bromance as with Captain America and just as bad as Spider-Man’s love life. Both couldn’t be as worse as Batman’s love life though), Doctor Strange has the weight of his sanity on his shoulders, as magic requires something of an equivalent exchange (The poor guy can’t even eat normal food and drink anymore. He probably pisses magic), and Mister Fantastic has to literally stretch a family life, the life of a public identity (like Tony Stark), and the fact that his creations makes cosmic level entities (like the Watchers) worried (I’m sure they ask which struggle is worse of them: Franklin Reeds or that damn invention that Reed Richards is making.)

Curtain’s call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

Crawling by Linkin Park just so happens to be the song which lyrics play an essential role in the internal wounds that “will not heal” because those wounds shape the core of their heroic nature.

You can wear a mask to cover up the pain but that pain is always there. Perhaps this is what the Joker meant when he said:

It takes one bad day to reduce a sane man to lunacy. Just one bad day.

In my case and many others (this includes the students too) there are many (or one) sets of bad day(s).

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you’ve made

To clarify the perception of identity with heroism, one must understand the purpose of the mask used to hide one’s identity. It comes as no surprise that we often have a tendency to hide fear or true intent with a false, comforting (or fearful) poker face – a masquerade to clarify the mess of any negative emotion to ensure that others aren’t feeling the same (like the astrological sign Scorpio is said to represent – a somewhat Stoic mask of appraisal in the mental state of self-control).

Don’t wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don’t wanna hide the truth

In the eyes of those that are around you, you are perceived in the parlay of spectacle and grandeur from the feats you do – highlights of the game of life (as comparable to Dr. John Conway)I know that I leave a space populated with memories that are iconic and ironic to all manner of students in the classroom, with new memories made each moment to fill in the empty spaces of overpopulated classrooms (because the neighboring classrooms are left with split lists due to teacher absences).

I don’t want to let the students or members of staff down, regardless of the hell that I’m in. All of these superheroes make it a civil duty to fight the good fight, but the truth of the matter is that at in one (or more) point (s) in their lives performing the act (paraphrasing Euclid), we’d rather chill instead.

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

I wish to breed qualities of virtue for others to follow, but with every virtue comes a vice – a coefficient to the factors and terms that follow our moral values. Euclid had it easy (until you get to the fifth axiom; the first four are always taught in grade school though).

  1. Get to the point
  2. Get in line
  3. Be there or be square
  4. Be right

(The fifth not included)

It is in ethical values where complexity lays down a concrete dilemma. Rules were always made to be broken. This is where the fifth axiom lays its foundation on the shoulders of giants (as some children grow up so tall and fast too).

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

It’s interesting that although these superheroes are portrayed as good guys (Spawn is questionable sometimes and Reed Richards becomes a villain later on), one thing stood out that I admired and respected the most: They broke the rules to protect the lives of others. They are vigilantes.

They are the fifth axiom to the game of life (as I can imagine Euclid and Conway having coffee together, working out algorithms until the wee hours of the morning) – the heroes that don’t follow simple and conventional methods but are confided by the morals and ethics of society by people that they have sworn to protect.

They say it’s what you make
I say it’s up to fate
It’s woven in my soul
I need to let you go

I seemingly follow the mantra of vigilant activity. There are many of us that do it. The slight of hand as you take a gamble with authority to insure that you achieve your goals. Learning from defeat and developing a mental fortitude and resolve that others aspire to have. It becomes woven in your soul. Euclid took this to an extreme. He was killed by a soldier because he refused to follow his orders to stop doing what his passion was. He just couldn’t let go of the problem that he was finding a solution for (whatever that problem was).

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can’t escape this now
Unless you show me how

It’s not our demons but what we do with them that define our character and better judgment. Oftentimes, our greatest victories come in moments of defeat and vice versa. The fight between Bane and Batman from The Dark Knight Rises is the greatest example of that. A villain showed a hero how to hero better (Something that Professor Zoom keeps doing for Flash too). In comparison, the students show me how to be a better student.

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

I have been able to tap into all the negative things that can happen to me throughout my life by numbing myself to the pain so to speak and kind of being able to vent it through my music. – Chester Bennington

We often don’t notice our transformations whenever we embrace our small victories or defeats. Others around us do and make note of the changes. I’m sure all of us tap into our demons and use them to create greatness. I think that like Euclid, Chester took his passion to an extreme, as the death of Chris Cornell played a heavy role in his suicide.

We often ignore the signs of great people who suffer and succumb to their demons. It was his music and the lyrics that spoke to me during my time in high school that saved my life. Heroism is more than just a cape or a strong body. Sometimes, it can be words transcribed into our spirits from the spirits of those suffering too.


KEEP IT 100: Chapter 4

ODB says that he likes it raw.

Some like it slow and steady.

Some like it short and sweet.

But we know that this gift given

Is anything but

Ass and Titties

Dick and Nutz

There is no almond joy

No real pleasure

Measuring the scales

The Heart and the Feather

Whether or not

A climax concludes the act

The fact of the matter at hand

As you finger yourself

Is that balance is not so easily achieved

So easily

Is it hidden behind

Belts and layers of cloth


Does it make you feel blue?

Two words.

F#!k  you.