the poem titled hiatus

Hiatus


The feeling I couldn’t even express it
A poet in convalescence
I had the potential
Words in my head blowing up exponential

And every word I said I doubted
Man I doubt it

I walked around and I pouted

I wanted to write something
But I kept thinking about it

And my wife wants me to write about it
And I’m all uptight about it

And the more I recede
The less I believe
That those who can read
Will receive
My little poem with relative intrigue

i wrote a proverb want to hear it here it go....

Life is filled with challenges, embrace them
If you meet a challenge as you would a long lost family member
The two of you will find a commonality
You will quickly find that what you fear is a mere reflection of your own self

You can face yourself, you can see truth introspectively
And live your life, the course of which is neither created or destroyed by a stumble

Recovery the ability to recover is a trait found champions
A champion cannot be counted out ever for even in death
His ideals choke out the very utterance of an enemy
The failures of the successful have never out shined their successes
Lest they be considered a failure

Learn what it means to be respectful before you demand respect
A penny saved is a penny earned
But a dollar spent pays the rent

Return a favor with prudence

Wait your turn

If you defend little then the little you defend will be conquered and taken

If you horde anything, you will be hated by those in need

Don’t hide wisdom

Be careful with your questions
And your proofs

Read the instructions, they train your reasoning

Discernment is proof of wisdom
Unfortunately discernment proves a quiet fool wise,
As soon as he speaks it is all undone

You get what you pay for

Try your best

If you trade favors with a person you will come to hate that person

Learn from the mistakes of others

Do things for others
Don’t dwell on the past

Human nature doesn’t change

Don’t be limited by someone else’s fears

Work ahead of others but don’t work ahead of yourself

Know where you are before you leave

Don’t lose sight of the goal

Wait to laugh

Don’t say yes or no those are the two most offensive words in the English language.
Try I agree, that sounds good to me, I would go for that, maybe, what do you think, let me get back to you, I’m not in a position to do that right now, I’d rather not, I think we shouldn’t, I’m going to have to decline.

Don’t accept all gifts
Don’t accept second place

Learn to remember
Learn to tell a story

Take singing lessons
Learn to dance

Drink more water

Travel and meet new people

Learn to run a business
Learn discretion thru use
Learn insight and discernment
Search for knowledge actively despite what you may think, it won’t just come to you

Stay active
Eat right
Lead by example
Be humble
Follow thru

Plan
check the plan
change the plan at will
stick to the plan

situations change the knowledge of this is integral to your success

use the tools you have to build
better tools

build on a solid foundation

remember what you set out to do

take good notes

leave bad people alone

stay away from the use of drugs

recreation is just that
so get back to work

don’t go all the way on break during someone else’s time

stick it out - things do get hard and usually when you think they are hard the challenge has just begun

learn the game

be true to yourself
know yourself thouroughly
know your likes and dislikes
tap into our hidden strengths

I know of a woman that speaks 9 languages fluently
You could open so many doors just by learning one

Memorize something

Don’t act stupid
Stay calm
Be peaceable
Peace without works is peaceful
Peaceable is me working at peace
Peaceable is not the lack of argument
Peaceable is finding a way to settle diffrences
Peaceable is letting her drive
Peaceable is slowing down when she thinks you are going to fast
Peaceable knows that words hurt
Peaceable is courageous
Peaceable is moving when you are tired
Peaceable is like love but different

Love is doing this before I ask you to do it

Peaceable is doing this because I ask you to do it
Peaceable is trusting that I’m right when you know I’m wrong
Peaceable is free time without the baggage
Peaceable is letting go with no strings

Love is waiting for a return when there is none in sight
Really that’s faith but my faith is worked out thru loves expression

I can’t allow space for sadness

I loss two friends this week, but I keep them right where they belong and look forward to seeing them soon.

Keep in touch
Forget me not

I’m enslaved to you love

Family confidential

Family confidential

There were days when I wondered and prayed
Hoped and cried
Didn’t think I would survive
Cause I just couldn’t
And I’m even emotional right now
As I write now begin to write out
I just wanted a family
A fact for sure but my time and ego
Had me so insecure
I wanted the proof that my home team was actually
The components backing me
The factory running like a train
We could all be trained to fall in line
A place where I could rest and trust
Now I thank God and trust
That the best of us is right here
And the vision is so clear
I got my Dad with me for thanksgiving
My mom’s got me focused on my health
Cause my heart might not be as strong as my granddads
I got cousins and at least one that would back me
Even if I’m dead wrong

days when I was nothing but headstrong
And now I throw myself into the work headlong
Hoping that my wife can see my vision
I keep scraping a clear path for my kids
And just in case I’m not around to enjoy iah’s smile
I write out the green mile so she can retrace my steps
I’m trying to make Aria seed the best
And Anthony see my depth
So just in case in sleep I rest
They can still feel my heart beat n
Their chest

eating an elephant

…….so having fear for a moment that I couldn’t control it
that I was losing myself and I’m off of my focus

now I’m back on my grind and I’m putting the work in
and if I was anticipating pain then I’m feeling the hurting

I mean it really is certain that the pain would be coming
But it’s not the one you are expecting so why even worry

You could negotiate a storm don’t be stopped by the flurries
This positive attitude is a so hot that I’m calling it curry

Don’t push it or pull it if you expecting to fall
And if you walking on faith then keep walking tall

If this is your hour your minute your time
If you suppress the anxiety and you ready to shine

Then you can topple a giant and subdue king kong
And you can chase your dream without doing it wrong

And who is to say that by the words of this song
You wont be inspire to just carry on

I want you to be encouraged I want you to take up the fight
The shield is copper and missle is bright

The field is ready and the harvest is white
we can go in as workers working late into the night

we can pull up the weeds and and cut down the jeers
we are coming out of the clouds and into the clears

and when its all said and done and the witness is here
if the words are read aloud then the angels will hear

and then the stars will clap their hands and Gods sons will cheer
and those we thought were gone forever will soon reappear

an the the effects of malice will then disappear
and the truth of prophecy is perfectly clear

if you feel like your small and insignificant
I’m asking did you suppressed your gift again

that’s why the happiness is in giving it
because you hold it in so long you can’t feel the benefit

now don’t suspect me of being degenerate
just because money is gone and all of its spent

I don’t want to get ahead I just want to live to time indefinite
And you could do it too yes its evident

But you have to live your life like your eating the elephant
Make every spoonful count nothings irrelevant ……..

the elevator pitch by david knight

The elevator pitch

The elevator pitch for a poet lest he dies of hunger
Starving artist begin to wonder
Should I compromise this art
Or give props to the sponsor
should I perfect this art
and become a cynical author
I could create positive energy like the sun
But in an elevator pitch
It is just a few lines and you are done

so i was at moms house sunday and showed her the webcam
she was holding the baby iah paiah papaya papayarito
let me see if i can load the video give me a second......

recharge (poem)

In a way I was getting in the way
and life was throwing me a curve ball
I felt like the odd man out kind of like an oddball
I was trying to wash my hands of the negative
but the stuff Is like black ink
you can’t have one negative thought
watch what you think
wash what you think and keep your thoughts positive
You have so much good to give so much life to live
Even if someone else feeds you thier lost cause
Don’t ever let the foolishness give you room to pause
The winning side of life is just ready to begin
You can’t go backwards only forward friend
So keep your regrets and your bygones
If you can forgive and forget
Then you can move on
I’m lance Armstrong and I live strong
And that’s the only way to do it if your going to live long
The deperate and the destitute will always try to come for you
Don’t let them comfort you
They will take your power
Then discouragement can make you cower
You got to eat big you got to drink long
In the long run If you follow the write path
You can’t go wrong

out for a walk

dont forget to check out the other two blogs www.copper30.blogspot.com has some encouragement for the weary
and www.copper30.wordpress.com has my latest and greatest poetry also commentary about people that i found inspirational
later

the i feel so free poem

this one is not going to the word press blog... at least not right away instead i posted this poem at wwww.copper30.blogspot.com it's cool the vibe is a little different from me unfortunately i had to do it now because this poem was just begging to come out so i just pushed it but i'm looking for something specific to put on my www.copper30.wordpress.com site i might actually do a reading of this poem there so keep checking for it
now the poem

dave

I feel so free

Throwing my words over there music I’m jamming
In fact I feel so free I could swim for days like a shark
I’m getting my shine on like the moon in the dark
Or the diamonds on the glamour girl after dark
I feel amazing in fact its silly almost crazy
Because I have attracted the kind of attention
That puts the spirit of my lyrics into a new dimension
On the the stairway to heaven let me make the ascension
And nothing I mean no powder no plastic no paper at all
Could make me fall
I’m dealing with it like the Monticeto
The power is in me that is my credo
And you won’t take nothing from me
that I’m not willing to give
So let me give you a reason to thank God for life
And a reason to hug your best friend when you see them
Cause you can’t believe you can see them
Life is so short so I hope you support yours
But if you don’t you can still sport mines
By reciting these lines it’s my gift to you
And before I’m done or I’m thru let me just say
If you get the moment sieze it
If you know yourself please it
And make your appeals to the you that your facing
Because when you look in the mirror it’s only you that you facing
Even if you seeing me and you believe in me
The reality is that we can be two roots on the same tree
Well grounded
I’m reaching for water and I found it
That’s the reason I write like I’m astounded
this is my art don’t clown it
the path for me even dumb I found it
so I was dumbfounded walking in a haze
now I’m relieved like after you shave
when you splash on aftershave and refreshed
like a long slow deep breath

first try for help yourself video

here is another first try video for the poem that i posted yesterday
at www.copper30.wordpress.com

if you are following my blogs you will see a different first try video
at www.coppper30.blogspot.com

backdoor on todays poem

today's poem is entitled chest pain
i just felt like i've had some anxiety lately and i know that many of you have also
so check out the poem at www.copper30.blogspot.com or check me out at www.copper30.wordpress.com
also over the weekend i come to realize that i'm not a professional blogger
i'm a poet
i could care less about html code and all that i just want to get my poetry out
so that people can read it
ok best to you and yours i'm out this monkey

oh yeah i got a video for you guys later

i'm feeling frustrated i'm low on funds i know its not permanent but i'm feeling the squeeze
i just came back from a one day vaction without the kids and it seems like every time i take time off i'm punished by a weak bank account

i guess i just take heart in knowing one day soon i won't have to worry about any of that
because the thousands of people that read this post are so eager to contribute money to me so that i can publish my book make some money and get out of debt..aaaaahhhh yes it feels good to know i have your support.

be sure to check me out at copper30.wordpress.com

Now if you have been following my blog post at copper30.wordpress.com you know that it is a post of hip hop poetry. Some of you may be saying why a blog? Why not spend your time reading your poetry at open mike night? Well the real deal is I’m willing to chase a dream, just on my own terms. It seems that there is a set of rules to follow I personally don’t know what those rules are. I will say that I am more focus on the fundamental elements of hip hop. Elements apart from rap, flashy lifestyle, or anything negative. I’m focused on the elements of poetry, storytelling, and how the people that rap music speaks to are affected by the spoken word. When you really want something you have to set your own path….
www.copper30.wordpress.com is about creating something , its about taking advantage of an opportunity. It is the back story to the finished product, this is leading up to my book. On that blogs about page I list my address and phone number because I want people to send contributions to my cause. I’m trying to go the self publishers route.
I was told one time that everyone has an opinion, it is almost like everyone with an opinion has a blog I’m trying to distinguish myself from the opinion blogs. I want to add to the culture by creating something. My poetry is something tangible, it is something that I would invite you to have an opinion about. In fact if your blog was about my blog that would be great to me, ok that last line was silly.

this is true i'm talking to you

this is my first swag at a video, go ahead get your chuckle on leave your comments whatever but at the end of the day its all about trying to make progress so check me out and look for me at www.copper30.wordpress.com

David Chris and Micah

this is a poem about me my sister and little brother
who by the way is far from little now
enjoy

David Chris and Micah

For us it’s back to the basics
When we played Playstation
In the basement and my sister used to wear 10 silver bracelets
On both arms she liked the attention and it didn't cause no harm
My little brother mike was just learning how to ballan I was growing to a big guy from the small
And my name is still Lil Dave
if there was a chance for us to grow then we all took it and if there was a hand to shake I would have shook it
I had many friends mostly the kids from the hall and they would come by every weekend and play basketball
I would barbeque all the food in the house and in the freezer my mom told me not to be to bold so when it got coldeverybody came inside and my mom ordered Domino's
pizzas
large by the fourswe wasn't rich but we wasn’t poor
when I only had two friends
I would go to the different circuits and meet a few more
invite them over the boys and the girls
We could watch movies in the dark with adult supervision and when I got my drivers license we would leave the house like we was going on a mission
I would be out there skating in my same old black jeans black shirts black skates with the speed wheels
my friends tried to get me to chill
Before I would get them killed
skating so fast like I was going down hill
Both ways finally I went ahead and made the trade
from speed wheels to Fomacs
I would slide on the sides till they developed flatsI was skating and the girls were all staring

Until I broke a bearing and the guys were all laughing
But I wasn't mad then
We would switch up and go to the AMC in Southfield there I got mad and couldn't chill

cause a dude name Detoi took his big feet and ran over my car
I was mad and wanted to peace out for a minute we was beefed out
but we had to many friends in common so I just had to get over it he said we should be cool and it was over wit
the story goes on but the peril
does not and this is my story from the bottom to the top

all this time i'm trying to get you guys to go check out my blog at copper30.wordpress.com and they are down today would you believe it
man that sucks ok i'm going to go ahead and post the unedited version of the poem that i wanted to post over there here cause voices got to be heard ...right


sometimes i feel i'm wasting my rhymeswhy am i writing what am i fightenwhy does my chest tighten when i feel frightenedand i can't stop writing its like a storm inside meit there resting and hiding until out it comes like when the nose runs and won't stop runningthe flows just keep coming like locusti just seem to focus until inanimate objects come to lifeand my pen just starts to write like my hands not attachedi'm away from reality just waiting to come backand when i check my lyrics are as serious as heart attacki'm just afraid one day im going to step out into the rainthe rain of my brain that causes these thoughts to growand the rivers of my thought to flow will someday overcome me and wash me away like the sunshine when the sky is grey they won't both coexist so can i exist with this constant mistthat seems to evaporate and recycle itselfis it good for my mental health or my existential selfi don't mean to be selfishbut i'm trying to solve this before i go off into whatyamacalityou know when your mind ain't rightand you can't right cause they restrain your handsthey download a new program to retrain your handsand they control alt delete gods plansleave it to man it makes me nervoussometimes if forget to noticethat God don't plan instead he's got a purposewhat his is for me is what is so frighteningwhy my chest is tightening because i need to step out on faiths stepsand stop holding on to the platforms that man providesi just need to give over my strides to his sidein my mind im' trying to pick sidesand the good i want to is like can do inside burning like a candle its almost to much to handle so in my stead i hand youall that i can do in the form of my 1,2 ayo 1,2 and you don't stopunless you want to

i need to find out how to make my blog better so that i can attract some attention that way
hmmm idk
oh well i'll figure it out eventually

i didn't know that

Did you know that people hate bloggers...yeah
i think its because any idiot can criticize something start a blog and a bunch of idiots will
jump right on that bandwagon...

real quick i'm a creator i create hip hop poetry
check me out at www.copper30.wordpress.com

peace

copper30.wordpress.com webcam practice

just yesterday i figured out how to us the webcam....yea (and the crowd goes wild)
so i'm going to do my practice readings over here and guess where the real ones will be
if you said www.copper30.wordpress.com the you would be correct...
see ya

a letter to the car companies

hey guys its your local hip hop reformer here
and listen my boss will always let me tell stories or read a story at our
all hands meetings...
so we got about 20 guys here and this is the poem i am going to read today check it out
and if you like it visit my blog at www.copper30.wordpress.com

A Letter to The Car Companies

Nobody wants to be pushed off the road by an eighteen wheelerSo we drive the biggest gas guzzler we can get from the dealer No man wants to lose all his self esteem when he pulls up to the curb in a tiny little thing looking like Mr BeanI want four wheels that go fast who wants to drive down the street and always get passedI saw those Prisus or is it Plural PriusiAnyway I saw them at the dealer on telegraph one daywhen I drove by and all i could think was-gas saver or not I'll keep what I got
I want to save the environment just like you so
I formed a plan and you can be in on it tooYou know how they want all the cars to run on fuel cellsI say all the cars could run on fat cellsI mean think about it who doesn’t have a few pounds to spare
And from what I can see drive thru windows are just like gas stations Imagine get a little liposuction to go with your biggie size Or how about a tummy tuck to go with those friesI know what you really want So woman thou art loosedpull up into the Starbucks and get your breast reducedTell the car companies to make those trucks a little biggerProblem solved I worked it out in figures270 million Americans170 million middle classyou provide the truckswe'll provide the gas

hey guys from copper30.wordpress.com

hey what's up hope you enjoyed last nights post.
i put my ol'e smiley mug up there for you all to see
now i'm headed back over to my other blog at copper30.wordpress.com
so that i can add a new poem for the day
love peace and all that is good for ya

behind the scenes of copper30

I really want to give you guys a behind the scenes look into what goes into the creative process of my blog. You can check out the blog for yourself at COPPER30.WORDPRESS.COM
I am right now trying to get some of my engineering work done so I am hurriedly giving you some background input. I still have yet to pick which poem I am going to post for today and I have a host to chose from.
Tonight I’m going to be online again and I’m going to upload some family pics and some videos off my phone you won’t find that on my COPPER30.WORD.PRESS.COM blog and you also wont find any reference to this blog there so if you stumbled upon this blog you are really in for some goodies.
I have a few ideas and I don’t want to give them all away just yet. Go check out the copper30.wordpress.com blog and see which poem I posted for today then come back over hear and leave me behind the scenes message….hope to see you there

Copper30.wordpress.com

here is the update i promised

Ok so I hadn’t been able to get online there for a min but I’m back now
I just wanted to talk for a minute about the creative process and how I come up with my poetry…
I like to write usually I write with a pen and pad but as of late I’m really trying to use the tools that we have available this century, so I’m doing more typing. There is however something very admirable about handwriting especially when it is done right.
The only problem with handwriting is that if you put your pad down there is no guarantee that you can read your writing later. We have the computer so I use it.
Now in listening to some of my favorite rappers who I find to be very profound lyricist I keep hearing them say stuff like “I don’t write” and “ I don’t have time to write” that may be so but for most people if you want to be a poet I would strongly advocate writng.
One of the problems I have is that I can’t remember anything. I have the hardest time memorizing my poetry, to compensate for this I am an excellent reader. In my mind there is still a need to practice recitation and memorization. Anyone that would like to add links to this site for memory aid or methods to memorize lines please feel free.
I can’t say enough that this site was only created to support its sister site http://www.copper30.wordpress.com/

My poems come to me throughout the course of a day or weeks depending on my writing schedule. Poetry tends to back up on me its like I go about my daily routine and different things get set aside in my memory till I finally get to write them down then it is like draining a swimming pool.
I pull the plug and it all just seems to flow out
Sometimes I will get backlogged and then my thoughts tend to tumble as it were one over the other.
Now here is the reason why I would have to stress writing so much because when you recite or you talk you use a whole separate set of motor skills
In recitation you are using your mouth, your body language and your ears. Most important is the fact that you are using your ears because you are hearing and coordinating the things that you are hearing be it on the fly or rehearsed.
In the case of writing with the pen you have to filter the thought down into the hand , you are given as much quiet concentration as you can personally manage.
If you write in front of the tv then you leave that portion of yourself either distracted or under the influence of the outside force.

nothing beats a fail but a try

Nothing beats a fail but a try
So I try like the trees reaching for the sky
You could reach for the moon if you put your hands in the sky
You could make room for yourself to fly but only if you try
I’m telling you to try to love your brother
Reach out to your family hug your mother
You got a loan from your friend and the thing went bad
Remember the good times all the fun you had
You have to try, try to remember the trust you had
You stop the love, but it’s the love you had
You have to try, try to remember that its not that bad
And if you really try then you are not that mad
I’m telling you to try not to hate the one above you
And to treat those in your care like the ones who love you
I write the script for our lives I am a scribe
If you saw me on youtube you would subscribe
But now I’m just trying to stay alive in these critical times
The economy is bad and I know that I tried
So if I survive till I’m eighty-five
Then I worked with the truth and left out the jive
And I know that I tried to give you a nice ride
Through the lyrical countryside we only collide
Because we both reside in a virtual reality
Where the truth will prevail
We are free to try and fail
Just as long as we try

for more see my blog post at COPPER30.WORDPRESS.COM

MY FIRST POEM OR ADDING TO COPPER30

I am dedicating this page to opening up some of my personal life and the processes that go into the creation of my poems. I will be creating some poetry on the fly and doing my best to really keep this page positive and inspirational
I want to introduce my serious pages to you guys those are located at www.copper30.wordpress.com

There you will find slightly fewer spelling errors and a very moody, artsy environment created just for poets.
I encourage you all to go there and critique my work I am really looking forward to receiving your positive coments.
Now let me try to tell you a little about myself
My name is Dave Knight I live just outside of Detroit though I was raised in Detroit. I attended public schools up until the tenth grade. When I reached the tenth grade I started homeschooling, I also attended Briethaupt vocational tech center where I studied Computer Aided Drafting. My mother picked drafting because she said I needed to get a career where I could use the computer because the computer was the future.
I believe that simple statement is why I am writing you today. How many of us report to work each morning and feel a small piece of our dream die every day. Or how many of us feel that we are undervalued as individuals. This blog is my way of taking back control, I’m going to post pictures and poetry and do my best to give my take on what it means to me to full fill my dream.
I am sitting here in my very modest dining area and I’m a little sleepy and I can hear a poem developing in my head now so I will leave you with this....

I don’t dream about standing in the lime light
I dream about standing when the times right
Taking care of a family having a house and a yard
The days are ahead when things won’t be so hard
The days are coming when the flowers are in bloom
When the drafts don’t blow in thru the windows of my room
My eyes grow heavy but my thoughts won’t concede
And even as much as I write I love to read

Read more at WWW.COPPER30.WORDPRESS.COM