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About Me |
Prose never wanted to be a poet. He started out as a Resident Advisor doing community programing for college students living on campus at a local University. Knowing pretty close to nothing about poetry slams or rap battles he tried to make both work in one venue to give students something other to do than drink or smoke weed or party to release stress before midterms. Something different. Something positive. He knew alot of people in the building wrote poetry and listened to hiphop so he built around that.
He put the show together in the backroom of a cafeteria, using a microphone he borrowed from the library, turntables he found one of his residents spinning on during quiet hours, and a really good boombox that made the broke down campus pa system sound like it actually had music coming out of it. He promoted with handbills he printed out in his dorm room, cut with scissors, and passed out a couple days before the event, but 300 plus people came out that night, and what was supposed to be a one time event continued for three years running off the energy of the audience requesting it. There was such a need for the truth to be spoken that the venue took on a life of its own. People were becoming writers on the spot just to hear the sound of their own voice bounce off the wall like light from mirrors only the crowd could see. Emcees were doing tagteam battles and breakdancing with words using the other mans face as the floormat for their verbal gymnastics. You just had to be there everytime. There was always something different, someone new telling their story and Prose was just the member of the audience who got to stand on stage. He never read anything because he didnt write. He was happy just introducing the other artists and getting the crowd to clap a little bit more than if there was no host at all, just poet and crowd. He actually was studying to be a mechanical engineer, not a musician, and certainly not a poet. But creativity is contagious and poetry has a way of climbing over walls and crawling inside of dreams. It wasnt too long before Prose infected. He started peforming and hasnt looked back since.Create or get your
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pseudo-haiku |
love sits on a throne (of tears)
ruling over the sadness (that says)
it does not exist
Posted by fatalprose on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 01:27:00 PST |
Children of the snow |
Counterfeit clouds
Fit sunshine into wine bottles
And throw burning desires like Molotov's
While Smoke bleeds from buildings
like lungs wheezing
When hope smokes weed
And inhales for too long
lif...
Posted by fatalprose on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:10:00 PST |
White lies |
So it may seem
that life leaves no room for itself
that dreams have two faces and we
walk aimlessly like clouds
across concrete skies
drifting towards a horison
that has no intention on wai...
Posted by fatalprose on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 06:58:00 PST |
An Acronym for Love |
Loyalty -Openess -Veneration -Elation
Follow the word to the letter
Follow the letters to the word
Posted by fatalprose on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 01:14:00 PST |
Did you ever want 2 know? |
Did you ever want to know what I think about you?
Leave a comment and I will:a) tell you why I friended you,b) associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, etc.,c) tell you somethin...
Posted by fatalprose on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 08:55:00 PST |
Early Traces of Awareness |
the hour before dawn
a metaphor for the mind
trying to wake up
Posted by fatalprose on Fri, 23 May 2008 03:40:00 PST |
The Best Defense is a good Offense |
Focus is killing
distractions before they get
a chance to kill you
Posted by fatalprose on Thu, 22 May 2008 04:12:00 PST |
- The Grand Finale!! - NPM 25 -30 |
So i think i was like the laziest poet doing the NPM challenge.. all haikus
but i dont care.. im proud of myself.. im just going to keep writing a haiku a day until april 2009.. then maybe i'll b...
Posted by fatalprose on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 01:14:00 PST |
Fist of the deadly Haiku!! NPM 24 |
18 Fatal Strikes
17 die with a sound
The Last is Silence
Posted by fatalprose on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 09:42:00 PST |
Unsuccessful NPM 23 |
yesterday i tried
to smile but only managed
to frown upside down
Posted by fatalprose on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:22:00 PST |
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