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.