BLOOD CROWN

He's sick in the mind and he's sick with his flow
Don't want the fast money but he's chasing the dough
Its like out with the new and back in with the old
The gangsta rap era just might've struck gold
And history's been made by the fathers before
Its written in stone now watch it unfold
Like make a new record while bodies turn cold
Suavv in the duwop his heart is like stone
Prone to make trouble, mentality street
Bound to the code in omerta believe
Hataz still watch him to see his defeat
And he's watching too its vendetta he seeks
Not taken by love and not given to greed
He just wants a crown and he's willing to bleed
And where many have followed he's chosen to lead
Too many people just tryta pass judgment
Studio gangstas that ain't with the function
He's not one to talk but he don't like assumptions
He's trusting in God but he gots to do something
Cause if he does nothing they'll see him as weak
But he don't really care what half of you think
Cause he gave half his life to the game in these streets
And he'll give up the rest just to be industry
Not selling his soul and not giving for free
Its all fo the one who's nailed to a tree
And he's really not one for religious beliefs
But he don't want to play with the powers that be
Suavv in the duwop despite enemies
Not taken by love and not given to greed....
-Suavv

Melissa's yummy cupcakes

sheer joy of youth

Photograph taken by stormy Kremin
in photo A. Kremin
Stormy is available for shoots and you can see more of her stuff on her IG stormykreminphotography

What did you carry with you when you were born into the world?

I saw a light and wondered out for a journey into life:

I came into this world with nothing but a scream, a shower of gold, and a doctor saying its a girl.

My mother should have named me violet 

My screwed up face was purple

Red and Blue

I refused to make another sound

That Bastard HIT me HARD!

I wonder if she saw it?

The sparkle in my eyes...

I remember that first night

The jewels I saw and man in the moon

I wonder what life would of had in store for baby girl violet..with sparkles in her eyes...
-J

Tara Dakini Chod Diptych

There is a transparency of darkness

You can see part of his skeleton 

Is darkness winning this fight

As their hearts are are facing away and apart

Maybe they announced themselves

Being the last monarchy

So no one would be forced to marry

Maybe it's the Kings fault

Blood on her lips suggest

Rather than saying 

She loves him

She will show him

By bleeding out her heart through mouth

-J3

I am hoping to get a picture of the painting this poet wrote about soon.

JuJu Man

A man and woman born in darkness

Why because of the sins of the parents

Forever to be in the deep Abyss

Forever alone in this Mall 

Plugged myself up to this wall outlet

To see if I am worthy enough

To see if I do have a spark

The spark to leave this abyss

Or at least to lighten it up

So I could shine

And be this amazing person

Instead of this monster 

Everyone makes me out to be 

I am me for me.

-J3

American Glory

Why did I join?

To protect my family

Yes!

To protect this country 

Yes!

To become a better man

Yes!

Are we the heroes ?

It are we the monsters?

I see neither

but, I stay 

For my sisters and brothers

You say American Glory

I say it is the greatest

To die for a country

For an idea we all believe in

Not because of resources

Or a group of politicians beliefs

Remember this country started

On we the people

-J3

This poem was written at art speak.

Art Speak and PoJazz

    Im excited (and slightly drunk) about today's workshop and Pojazz on the Hudson. There is so much to write and I will share as much as possible between here and adventuresofjacks.blogspot.com . 

     Today's workshop was co-hosted by pretty awesome Jazz poets E.J. and Golda S.;both of whom are professors. E.J took over the workshop today and filled us in on a bit of her back ground story while managing to leave us with a question we will be asking our selves for years. "What kind of poet are you?" You guys can give me some of your answers but even after 10 years of (attempting) writing poetry I am still not sure.

    When we got down to the writing part we were given packets with promps and questions we should ask ourselves as we  walked around the Gallery and truly looked at the art around us. I was of course drawn to the more sparkly painting and used the promp to write a short poem that I will share later as well as some other poems from the evening.

   After we went around the table reading we quickly got ready for the open mic and The PojazzCollective. Of course I went up and quickly read through a poem I had posted on here a while ago. 

After me went a few of the other Art Speak participants and I was of course blown out of the water by their intense poems. However, none of that prepared me for the most entertaining of performances I witnessed with the PoJazz Collective. If you do anything please see them and you will not regret it!! They have some great poems, great music and a chemistry you can not buy that leads to these amusing parts were you just have to laugh. I leave you off with a promise for dates and times soon to follow!!!

Swan Princess

Her smile it taunts and teases, in it. Is the skies and seas

But, evil.. It hides beneath

Should I give her my soul to keep?

the image I see reminds me of another 

But, her demeanor; surely she's a double 

Where is my princess of the water?

Should I give her my soul to keep?

Her eyes hold stars and galaxies

She is my princess of the water,

She is dear to me

Should I give HER my soul to keep?

She bats her lashes

She seduces me

Is she my swan princess?

Should I give her my soul to keep?

-j

I want to applaud this poet for trying to capture the essence of Swan Princess. Let her know what you think of her attempt to capture Swan Princess.

Veil of innocence

                   By: Stormy Kremin

                   Photo of A. Kremin

       Photos can be seen on Instagram

               @ stormykreminphotosnh 

Down the bottle

What happens when all love is lost?

When your significant other breaks it off?

When they call it quits?

Would you still give a shit?

Would you try? 

Or just have a breakdown and cry? 

How about becoming an alcoholic

To drown in your own sorrow 

Stay in the house 

And never see the sun rise tomorrow 

Would you try and date again?

Your friends would say it's never too late man

So why not

Oh yes I forgot 

You are a drunk misfit 

Always diving into a bottle

When you can't fix a relationship

Go ahead give up 

And taste it 

Yum yum the liquor Is delicious

Makes me delirious

Makes my mind vicious

When making decisions 

Just a fucking little bit 

Wait it just hit me that I'm past rock bottom 

My head bobbing 

My head nodding

My head throbbing

Trying to comprehend 

What she's telling me

It doesn't make sense 

She says we were never meant to be 

With my drunk ass 

I thought she said

Come vent to me

So I vented and vented

Until I couldn't breathe 

Her heart took a dent 

From what I said 

But she doesn't understand 

That mine was ripped to shreds

From what she did...

-j3

Let show this artist how much we appreciate his work and his sharing!

My Happy Time

Take out the cup, the vodka that's 60 proof

Take out the weed alittle too much for me

Take out a pen and paper to write

Take out a knife this is my suicide.

Pour the liquor 7 shots to drink 

Roll the weed wait! This isn't me 

Write a letter, let it be sweet

Sharpen the knife I will not cry.

Chug the acid my throat to burn

Smoke it all the room it turns

Seal the letter my mother to find

Cut my wrists now, I can die.

-j

let's give this poet a hand for a good poem! Give your opinion and let this poet know what you think!!!

U belong w/me

Taylor swift said 

"U belong with me"

Wat if it was 

never meant to b

But were like magnets

Opposites attracts 

Ur like a magazine

N I'm ur fanatic

Do u think thts 

Fantastic or just drastic

Tell me r we strong 

Or collapsing 

Ur my wrong 

To my right 

N with tht 

I'll take flight 

Wit u in my arms

Even tho we fight 

Just lay there 

N she's quiet 

Cuz she's not

Gonna loose 

The other half 

Of her life

-j3

Donations

Today in the mail I got the first 'kit' that was bought with some of the donation money. I want to thank everyone who donated and here is a picture of what came in.

This will be given to someone who has broken their loom and has wanted a new one. I hope we get some more donation so we can give out bigger 

And better kits to these kids!!

I'm Okay

Okay, I am forever okay

Never good or great, just okay

And if I feel like mixing it up ill say

I'm fine, I'll be okay, or don't worry

But I'm never okay or fine

And I wish that there was someone to worry because sooner or later

Those deep dark secrets and those pains will crawl up my body and tear its way from my throat.

I can feel them rumble in their need to be released, I feel their hatred of me

Their need to be heard and felt and not just shoved down.

I feel them warm my belly till its as hot as steaming coals or the frosty bites that stop me in my tracks

But I push, push till they quiet down and I let myself believe that I have won, that I have gotten rid of them

That they will not resurface and boil over as the tears shed from my eyes

As the anger, hatred, sadness, and bleakness take over and the knife behind me starts to look nice, like a friend ready to give me reprieve and give them their revenge

When the pills begin to spill over cause my hand cannot hold that many and I choke on them with the burn of sweet oblivion thanks to Johnny walker, who ever he may be.

And I think about all the other releases that will quiet them down and put me to sleep, about the drugs that were so sweet to my sister that maybe if I just tried a little it would be sweet to me as well and maybe needle aren't so bad because they can deliver a warm presence of state and maybe if I snort just a little bit my mouth can relax and my brain will freeze and I won't have to wake.

That maybe, just maybe it will all pass and I won't have to say I'm okay, fine or hey I am a survivor because I won't have and I'll be in a place where surviving is not important and the feelings can't eat at me anymore.

Two hands and a beating heart

By: Stormy Kremin

Please feel free to contact her +Stormy Kremin 

flashing without a sound

By: Stormy Kremin

her work can be found on instagram stormykreminphotosnh.

She is available for bookings!!

Died with you

I guess I can’t blame you 

cause you never lied to me
you told me you would die

but you never told me it would be so soon
guess I can’t say anything
cause how were you to know you’d die so youngleaving your children so confused
leaving us to the mercy of our supposed family
and having us begging for compassion
and having to deny ourselves, becoming complacent
submissive, only able to utter okay
but it’s not, cause in my head I am yelling
but no one can hear me, and the words they dry on my tongue
sticking to the insides of my mouth, they taste bitter
but I must swallow, my stomach its hurting
my body its weary, cause all of this is just killing me
all of this is just beating me, till my spirit can’t stand me
my soul it has left me, and I’m trying to find it
and I have, its where I left it
buried six feet deep still with you, curled up beside you still wishing
that you would return and this nightmare is just that
but it will end soon
cause I’m buried alive with you, and my body is getting cold
but you can’t tell cause your body is frozen, decaying
and your soul is missing, it’s in heaven and I can’t reach you
I wish there was a phone, like one of those 1800 hotlines
and you’d be on the other side telling me it’s alright
that the nightmare is just my imagination
that my world is not crumbling cause you've picked up the pieces
that your body is still warm and I can cuddle up close
and never let you go, mommy I miss you!
and I wish I still had you, I wish this world wasn’t so cruel
I wish you were here to fight the demons, and tame the beasts
to make everything okay, but I know when I open my eyes
it won’t be, because you've died and taken my heart and soul
and what was left was eaten at by these scavengers in the family
taking away my liberty and sanity, please mommy don’t leave me
I am begging, don’t let this world swallow me wholecause I won’t stop it, you were the only thing that mattered and now you’re
gone
please come back and complete me, I am your daughter, your flesh
and now I am on my knees, tell me what I need to resurrect you
because I need you, I rather be a child forever than to continue without you
I wish I could die too, but I know that would make you sad
so ill continue on this earth and hold me tongue
continue nodding my head with my eyes down cast
and the taste of bitter words yet to be uttered my new food
and ill make you proud by continuing my education, but remember
I would have rather died with you

Beach life

The amazing photographer who graciously let me post this is Stormy Kremin
her work can be found on instagram stormykreminphotosnh.
She is also available for bookings!!

ghosts

 Do you see these tears, falling from my eyes

Do you hear the girl, who is screaming inside

'cause I feel like she is being ignored, by everyone including her self.

She has torn her self in two, and only occassionaly comes through
her other side is dominant, the face she must put on
it feels easy though, she even deceives her-self
but when she can actually feel, it's truly empty inside
to the point were it hurts, its like everything is gone
all she treasured is lost, all she hated retreated
to leave her with nothing, not even hope
her only company is worry and stress, and even they sometimes go
and when she tries to summon up a memory or two
it seems that they have faded only leaving behind ghosts.
~Jay

an old poem that could use some critiquing and love. please comment below and share!

...

Why should I care about living to be 100
When it's not even worth living to be unwanted
But everyday I'm stuck here
Living my life even though it sucks here
I wish I had the balls to do it
Put the chrome to the dome cock that shit back and pull it
Life sucks don't it
When you realize that youre the only one in it
And since nobody seems to care
You smoke your life away with no despair...
-Suave

I'm really happy this writer posted this poem on my Facebook page! I hope you guys show him some love and feedback.

Lets have a conversation

Let's have a conversation

It can be shallow 

Like someone waddling 

On a sandy beach 

Talking about first names

Then ending with your favorite drink 

Or your favorite color 

Going from orange to green 

We could talk about your work

And everybody in the company 

Or we can go deeper

Waddling till our toes 

Can't touch the seaweed

Something along the lines

Where we could get lost at sea 

I want to get lost in you

No, not even sexually 

We can talk about relationships

But that ruins the private intimacy

Let me shush and think 

Shhh shhhh shhhh 

- J3

Please show J3 some love by liking and commenting below. I'm sure he will love your feedback!

A little spoken word

http://youtu.be/qUuH-gIv7dQ

So Far

So far I have had a lot of fun putting up (mainly) my writing pieces. I am happy that I was able to put up an amazing woman's poem that actually wrote it around 29 years ago. I am in the middle of a few projects that I think you guys will like and I cant wait to finish with my fabulous friends piece and see what you guys think.

I do want to take a second and see what you guys would like for the next few posts. Leave a comment at the bottom and I will take any suggestions. so lets say you want me to write a short horror story, the following day that is what ill put up for you to read, critic or say wow that's cool. Every comment that I receive that is not too perverse i will post an original piece to and yes that can include a song. I would ask though if it is please do not make fun of my horrible voice.!. Anyhoo lol I cant wait to hear from you guys!!!!!!

today

Found on FaceBook

I’m Sorry

I'm sorry I haven't been around for the past few days. I have been doing some interesting things and I will be posting some poetry and excerpts later tonight but, before I do let me tell you guys all about this nice, new, fancy button I have to the right of the screen that says donate on it. Last week I posted about a sweet girl who gave me some bracelets she had been working on to give to you guys (my subscribers & readers). Over the weekend I was wondering what I could do for her and little girls like her. That's when I realized I could put up a donate button and let you guys pick if you want to give some money to these little girls for art kits (clay kits, rubber bands and rainbow loom product, etc.). Each child would get whichever kit/ materials they like and this can be a fun way to promote creative activity. Now, you may be saying how do we know the kids will be getting these materials; if the parents allow it I will post a picture of the children and whatever craft they receive and I am not only asking for you guys to donate cash. If you want donate materials please Contact me below and let me know what you would like to donate and I will give you an address. I hope there are some generous people out here that are willing to promote kids arts.