Here’s a child that before he could write before he was talking
before he could crawl he was walking
his life was made of love and heart aches
and the time he spent in his room alone with his notebooks and cassette tapes
people called him weird as he plotted out his schemes
and told people the future of his life through his dreams.
because sense to him was never common
while he spoke to plants and hung with drug dealing shamans
he was deaf to their comments and only kept on with movement
as held the planets together to hear its improvement.
And he wrote about the way things began
and spoke about love, life and his master plan
no one ever stayed around long enough to believe him
he was the opposite of odd, only the good side of even.
so he grew over time with all four seasons
smoked a pack a day, and lived his life his way
when he used to be on the respirator barley breathing
And he wrote more and more lamenting of what never came
wondering if God had lied to him or if it was in his brain.
as he became more in tune. Others began to question
they decided he was crazy and they would teach him a lesson
But he wrote.
as he came into this world with an umbilical cord around his throat
and then he wrote
as the gun ignited and left him metal and some smoke
but then he wrote
is this the way I was supposed to go?
he wrote more not caring if he’d ever know
He spent his time surround by thieves and liars
because inside of all of them he saw the fire
but he stayed alone
because they couldn’t understand the journey was on his own.
he grew up with his imagination, and a wagon
along the banks of the river with his only friend that was a pen dragon
he grew up around wanna be gangsters and fakes
but he loved crazy people, writing with spiders and snakes.
all he ever wanted in this life was a girl, and pen and a place to skate
but many found him odd but in the end gave him a break
as he wrote his life to the sound of a break.
But he wrote.
the life that he questioned with no answers
he wrote about the universe and the place that matters
inside his soul was gold, but his mind was glass that shattered
people were always fake to him, said bad things behind him but in front they flattered
so he wrote about his worries and the things he never got.
but his own friend were mean to him and told him to stop
they said to him ” be normal and get a life change”
but he never listened to any of them and he stayed the same
as the boy grew into a man he learned that life was lame
or at least it was his out look until he met a dame.
she was odd too and even uneven but in the end still the same
so they wrote about things they had seen
and realized they met each other in a dream.
but people couldn’t stand to understand and labeled them as weird
and instead of loved by their friends they became feared.
So they wrote
about life and the misunderstandings
and in end the end the ended on a good standing
but people wouldn’t be happy until they were crushed
so in the end they wrote until they were plucked
by laboratories, doctors and physicians.
questioning their knowledge and their positions
staring at a knife as they hacked into their brains with incisions
trying to understand their 3rd eyes and how they had their visions
instead they killed them and led them to prison.
but they wrote of a day they would come back and seek what was written.
they’ve been gone now but the their pen dragon still stays.
and show of their knowledge and how they lived their way
and yet many of their former friends will say
you can hear them scribbling in their notebooks this very day.
- Guillermo Welsh

The Round Up – Soul Verse Shines.

Every year at NMSU Soul Verse and I through a giant awesome event called the Open Stage. Maybe you’ve heard about it? If so its awesome its an expressive free all day event for students and the community. Last year we brought Immortal Techinque. I performed in front of a 1000 plus people. It was a great time. This year we aim to have Shihan Van Clief a def Poet, and Oddisee and Om Native my homie from Puerto Rico. This should be an awesome event of art, music and poetry! More detail comining soon.
Also Right now I am working with the Varsity Jukebox Junkies.
It used to just be me and Blest Theory. Now its Me Blest Theory, Giphted and talented, Idill, MD Rebel, and Joshstro we’ve been working extra hard on the mix tape and are ready to take it to the next level. I am really proud to be a part of such and awesome group and I can’t wait for the shows that we have lined up.

I’m tired of missing the bar.
Not the one you drink at
but the one for self improvement
started young but made a movement
and lost movement, because of hanging with Rude boys and trudents
I’m tired of coming to close or never at all
tired of broken windows, foodless nights and not having a car.
I’m tired of saving the world as it screws me over, asking myself for why my hand slipped
I’m tired of the support when the words of a poet get lost in translation
Tired of missing the cues for transformation
I am the most for creation
These creatures and low lives
with old hydes, too stupid to care to much pride
I’m tired of missing the bar to the next jump
I’m tired of it not being wednesday and I still get humped.
Tired of praying that you’ll find a way
Riding on my coat tail like a bad dream wanting you to go away.
Simply tired of missing my cue.
Told never to speak these words to you.
My eyes cannot be slammed shut
as I learn the world and the definition of what.
Tired of missing the bar so I can drop sixteen
eventhough I go too far and haunt dreams of those that seen
I’ve missed this bar to much to save face
to you its a cruise. to me its a race
find your place among the stones
as I’ve missed the bar all on my own.

So here’s what’s going on since we last spoke. I’m working on the mixtape “Opps I jacked ur beats” which is pretty fun and reminds me of the old days before we knew how to make beats. I’ve found a bunch of cool samples with the MPC and I’ve gotten alot of new records to listen to. Still trying to find work but school has got my head very twisted and I’m trying at all costs to succeed.

Now that I’m in school I feel like I want to go for as along as I can until I can get several degrees in everything. I didn’t think I would like school and hate it too. Tomorrow I’m going to try and go to this Open Mic. I’ve gotten to do alot of comedy lately and its funny because I did very well. I can’t even remember what I told people or what I said but I heard it was funny. I’m trying to do more shows and keep up with school, Soul Verse, writing movies, and making music oh yeah and my computer is officially dead (it’s sad) oh well that’s all for today now it’s off to take a test a jump into the studio to record more tracks and possible make a good beat.

So I love plants. It’s crazy the looks I get when I tell people that especially when you’re a dj who likes to write and do poetry. I have two choices in my life. I can do music which is my religon and the way I talk to God. Or I could cultivate the earth or I can do both. I love everything about getting dirty and messing with the earth. I also like the who traveling part about music and the way music and being a Dj make me feel. I’m sure I will have no problem doing both. I always try to make the right choices and if I don’t I learn from them.

Right now all I’m doing is waiting for class to start and to have a good semester. I want to suceed in math, since I got a D on my test today. I was crushed but that means I have to try alot harder and start recording a little less. Last night instead of studying I made a beat and watched movies. can’t be doing that but I guess I gotta learn to be a leader and organize my time better.

Here in college I’ve learned that sometimes students slack off. I take this time to social network and talk to friends all over the world instead of do what I’m supposed to. I saw an old friend today who complained that he went to go print a paper and couldn’t find a computer becasue too many students were on myspace or facebook. Has social networking sites become a problem?

Last year our libraries on campus had a board for suggestions and one was to block these sites from use in the library. Aren’t we all adults that should learn to be responible for our actions or shall we blame society?

I think social networking sites are a great way to promote if you are an artist and a great way to meet people if you are shy. But take this into consideration if you are messing around playing farmville stop blaming the site and start blaming yourself for wasting your time.

What’s up world here I am doing homework. This weekend I recorded tons of good music I need to mixdown with Joshstro, G.O.T, Idill, MD Rebel and Young n’ Indivdual  they came out awesome I’ll get them online soon.

There’s going to be the Open Room by Soul Verse tonight at Corbett Center from 7-9:30 at NMSU got to go out. It’s an open Mic and it’s free and its for the people of Haiti, so bring canned goods or donations for the Red Cross. I’m going to be doing comedy instead of poetry tonight so come laugh at me.