Tyreé+Wright

Memory Poem: It rolls across the floor slowly, his eyes widen taking flight into the open, he sees only what can be seen, therefore he is blind, He cannot see,

with his objective so close to being ment, He is doomed to fall burden to agony, The great weight crushing his hand making the sound of a falling tree, He screams, His shrieks hit the ears like the hammer to a bullet, But he cannot see,

They take him up stairs, To the father and his friend, Who are so intuned with their.boxing match, That they cannot see,

They tell him "yeah you not hurt do push-ups" lets see, So he falls to his hands and begins to screm, His limb is broken, so he crys and pleeds, but the men are blind,

They cannot see.

"Ode to My Hat" :)

On a tirp home from cali one day, My family stopped by a shop to play, We found a place where we.

Riff Poem, Shinobi

As we walk among the shadows, In these streets these fields of battle, We view our world as a lie, That ties and shapes the blind to create a world Appearing divine, we joke and laugh at the weak minds of 85,

Our world is dying as you can see, but you are blind to see the true meaning of history, look beyond what you are told, if you feel no need, your life is blissful, how ever sad that may be,

obsessed with death our lives have become, but we will survive until our war is won, my brothers and i are prepared you see, for the Tao shapes our minds, allowing us to become one with everything,

We charge at our enemy's, using our heads like the great rams atop mountains,

We strike like the Brave Lions, Destroying monuments of false prophets,

We move like savage wolves, a singe unite of death, ripping what ever brave thing attempts to destroy and control us,

We depart like mighty dragons, taking flight on the essence of wind, for no man can stop us,

we flow like the Tao, for nothing can control us,

we are free from the chains they have created for no man can lie to us.

one day soon even the spirits will fear us.

Poet - William Ernest Henley

I was raised by:

i was raised by time man cannot control an ever flowing re laps of past and present never starting never ending it can only be described as time,

I was raised by my instructor, taking the place of my father a distance only changed by time, we fought together, two years undefeated we step on the floor while competitors run to the door they know they are no match for our rightful scorn,

I was raised by my mom foot in ass to knee cap she kept me alive thought me how to survive and in time she made me shine

I was raised by my brothers they enlightened me in ways i never thought possible showing me the true meaning behind everything they tried to kick my ass a few times before but they are my brothers who i adore all of them are good influences..... to an extent jumping off buildings, diving over cars, fighting on roof tops they encourage that shit

Sonnet,

oooo, monkeys in space, they had a nice date, some cared not for race, and all never felt hate,

One day they sat, in a river in the spring, one asked wheres my hat, another said right here ding ding,

they left to find new people, but then started to stumble, suddenly they found a horse steeple, they were so happy they started to mumble,

they got warm caosy and stayed for the night, but thunder came and gave them all a fright.

Poetry Analysis

My poems with the exemption of my //Sonnet// all are reverent to my life, which revolves around martial arts. My //Memory poem// is a story about how I got my left wrist broken. It was by a good friend of mine who I grew up and trained with. I tried to use emotion to make a reader get of feeling of how painful it was. I also wanted them to see what was happening. I compared the snap of my wrist to a falling limb of a tree, for the simple reason that, it hurt! My //Ode// is the story of how I got my hat that I always wear I couldn’t find a flow I liked about it so the poem isn’t so much about me its more about the time and my parents. I did include the five senses. I wanted the reader to know how the wind felt, how the beach was and how the ocean air smelt. It was hard writing it because it was all very hard to remember. My //Riff poem// is my favorite; it is the one I worked the hardest on. I really love it. I had such a passion to write about my brothers’, what we do and what we believe­ in. I use the term “85” at the end of my first stanza, because 85% of the world has no idea what is going on out side of their own lives. 10% of people are aware of some things but don’t care to learn more, and 5% of people know about what’s going on in their own lives and what forces are shaping others lives. (This concept is hard to explain in writing). My brothers and I are ready for this “New World Order” that will be soon set upon us, and are not blind to see what is going on around the world. Who is to say that all the revolutions going on around the world wont soon hit the U.S.? Which is why the first two lines of my poem start out the way they do. Some may find it strange as to why I started comparing us to animals well my reasoning is simple. The Dragon represents my self, The Lion is Andre, The Wolf is Will and the Ram is Rashaun. These animal names we picked ourselves when we started our team. I wrote this poem to maybe make it in to some type of creed for us. My sonnet, I like the way I did it. Most of my poems are kind of serious. I wanted to put a small twist on my poems. So I tried to make it a little random and funny. I just wanted readers to remember something about the collection that’s why I made it the way I did.