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Platinum Honesty (06/MAY/2017)
My platinum honesty is as platinum as Sub-Zero’s shield from MKX.
My platinum honesty is as platinum as the arms of J-A-X.
My platinum honesty is shown through my photography and poetry which is real ass floetry.
My platinum honesty is in the advice I give to my friends. “Say Yes” like real ass “Floetry”.
I had been robbed and manipulated by a Bronze colored woman who set met up.
I am still on top; cool ass photo shots; still screw and chop; and God gets me up!
I am not in the NAVY anymore, but that gold NAVY is in my marinara red blood.
I vape and cuss and ride the bus. I do not fake like a fake thug.
My platinum honesty is as platinum as Sub-Zero’s shield from MKX.
My platinum honesty is as platinum as the arms of J-A-X.
J.I.P.
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Snowy Blizzard and Sun-Shine Triplet poem
Gerron “Jips” Lee
15 October 2012
Snowy*Blizzard and Sun*Shine Triplet
I’m in a blizzard below twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
I was constantly crying blizzard of gray tears dripping like a bag of ice
Melting. Anti-depressants snowin’ down my throat like an Alaskan night.
My freezin’ flashbacks keep blowing in my brown face snowballing me.
I’m trapped in my windy snowy bullied past. The pain blasts away as snow falls on me.
The flashback being jumped in a stall snowball falls on me! With my windy cries God’s calling me.
The wind is gone. The snow is Gone in the Wind like Clark
Gable. I blizzard the pill bottles in the plastic trashbag. The sun sparks
With angels. No more solar eclipses Sega-G black where the sun was a dark
Painting. Photo of the Sun’s photosphere is a pearl shining fireball
Over 5800 K. No more outside tear waterfalls, and inside firefalls.
I see my shiny cap and gown on. Life has blizzards and sun shine. God is your firewall.
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Ice Ring
Sestina
Ice Ring
My life went in a complete circle
My life earthquaked. See the cracked ice.
Ankles Blues Clues blue. I couldn’t skate
I felt competition in the ring
I couldn’t see straight when I spin
Like a ninja I couldn’t flip
My brain was a ninja. It did full flips.
Red Sox colored pill. It’s an oval circle
My brain was Michelle Kwan. It did spin.
My face was glacier blue, and tears were platinum ice
I bumped into many walls in the rough ring
I was the benchwarmer so I didn’t skate
No more past like my L.A. days where I would skate
The place where Blood and Crip people deal and flip
I have the Egypt gold medal from the ring
Like Rolie Polie Olie my life made a circle
I am the ring because my pain is iced
Like a skater all I did was an orange 180 spin
Then I turned into Sonic and did a 360 spin
Now I have platinum feet and I skate
The competition is alive and not iced
In the feather blue air I rotate and flip
My pain is free because I broke the circle
I gain Flash speed in my diamond ring
I will help the poor with money and rings
My future is here when I do a 1080 spin
I’m rollin’ with my team as my circle
Ryu White colored car as the rims skate
Healin the world with my words freestylin like Flip
Bullied victims meltin hearts healed and iced
I am J.I.P. My heart is Iceman white ice
Come along depressed people and skate
On rap stage a dancer does a MK flip
My family will be supported as the money spin
Write and lift your pain out then skate
My life went in a complete circle
Ice is my life and the pain was my circle
Bright bulb white lights as I skate in the ring
I win with 20 spins and 20 flips
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9 o’ Clock in the Morning
9 o’ Clock in the Morning
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! The green letters in my alarm clock are green as Austin’s leaves on the HT campus. I turn the alarm off; I hope out of my bed; I wash my face and brush my teeth. It’s So Krispy time like the rapper Kiashine. Then I do my five different sets of 25 push-ups, and I do 25 sit-ups. I feel strong as my dorm’s concrete. I can see the sunshine ooze out of the curtains: it reminds me of Cyclops’ laser blast. Damn.
I see the shower water raining gray as a window on an Austin skyscraper. I’m dressed up; I’m freshened up. I eat my Ramen noodies—sometimes my PB and J though. I step out of my dorm feeling like Johnny Cage with my sexy glasses. I can see the Sun shine in the blue sky. The sky looks like a blue paint with feathery white clouds like they were plucked off of that one Looney Tunes chicken. Ha.
I go outside the dorm, and show love to ma’ Black homies. My daps sound like BAT! My headphones are white as the beautiful white clouds in the sky—they are Sony headphones. I walk with this sexiness feel and appeal. The parking lot outside of Viara Hall has more cars than a Houston car show. The AL building is orange as a screwdriver. Na, I’m just kidding; it’s dark as an orange gem. Exotic. I’m almost to my Editing Magazine class, and I can see the silhouette of Austin: the skyscrapers remind me of soaring Goliaths in the sky. The green grass is green as amphibians, toads, and frogs. Its green saturation is shown. The soccer field is big as my future. But now I’m in the JM lab small as the alarm clock in my dorm room. Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! I’m late…………..
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Chinese Kombat 1- Fatality
Gerron “Jips”Lee
12/01/11
World Literature Group Project
Chinese Kombat 1- Fatality
The Madman is yelling “Moooove!…..get out the way!”….and “get out of my faaaaaace,”
The cannibals are as ballistic as Mortal Kombat 2’s Baraka with a Chinese culture to eat out my braiiiiin?
Disgusting…Ironic how the cannibals will gain my courage by eating me happily.
I’m bloody red as Liu Kang’s flames….FINISH ME!….doom doom doom…aaahhhh!…Cannibals Wiiiiin…..FLAWLESS VICTORY….…
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Ice Zen
The Yellow Crystal in the Sky
Grab a chair and chill it’s time to
Look at the yellow crystal; a bright view
That opens my eyes like Goku’s
Purple ocean in the sky as I think about
My life. Serenity is the sky, but my couch
Is this ledge. Grass same color as a trout
I feel so serene. No more bullies and pills
I had to depend on. I live on. Austin build
Ings are brilliant. Frost Bank same color as ice on windshields.
The yellow crystal illuminates the sky, and
The skyline is bright as Ryu’s fireball blast.
I Yoga fire like Dhalsim. My mind has a cool blue Sub-zero contrast.
I smile in serenity, and feel the silent wind. The pain
Has departed but more will arrive. I breathe again
Slowly, then out. I didn’t lose life like Liu-Kang.
The street lights are the same color as
Super Mario’s fireball. I hear sirens and
Captain America flashes. Now my past just flash
Back. God is my moon. My tunnel is lit
With the moon same color as Swiss
Cheese. I “cheese” with a calm Ice Zen
Polar Passion Sappho
01/04/11
Polar Passion Sappho
I will meet the one for Jips, my ice queen cool
We will walk and talk daily. Her eyes are jewels
They resemble brown crystals. Feel cool as cubes.
I will meet my boo
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B.V.F. (Bully Victim Frozen)….
B.V.F.
Bully. Victim. Frozen.- The People’s and My Story Rap
A.-Bully Victim Frozen I been bullied when I was a kid/ Yea! Jips was called gay in L.A., and that’s where I lived./ Bullying is mistreatment of a child, adults, or anyone/ through e-mail, emotionally, physically, or with a gun./ Cyber-bullying is online harassment with a victim through e-mail/, pictures, or internet just to make them feel like hell./ Emotional bullying is when a victim isolates their self/ from activities and families from pain in their mental health./ Racial bullying is bullying someone’s own race./ so he’s white milk because of his own face?/ B.-Gay teens are affected by it; called fag or homo./ 16 children die annually from bullying, and that’s a no-no/ Emotional bullying usually affects the girls/ while punching, kicking affects the boys in this world./ It’s a cold world…with cold effects/..the victim is depressed/..and then he hangs his neck./ He just killed himself from low self-esteem/ because his bullies were mean/ and he just ended his dream./ Daaamn..C.-The symptoms of depression is psychological./ I have trauma from being bullied; I see memories of it./ D.-The causes of bullying: teens wanna be popular./ or they’re jealous of the victim because he aint hot enough/…The bully may just have low self-esteem/ to beat up his bully’s face red as laser beams./ Or is it the fact that the bully been also bullied./ It’s sad how victims deal with all those bullies./ E.-Yo this can be stopped; don’t let no one bully you./ Stand up for yourself, and now, that’s what I’ma do./ You see a person getting bullied, stand up for his butt!/ You gonna let him get jumped like I did? That’s f’d up!/ Be around adults or tell someone you trust;/ so you don’t feel blue as a frost slush./ Join a movement to end this violence/ like the Atlanta protest with the Wall St. crisis./F.I been bullied before, and three things happened/ I been jumped in a stall before, and it’s still traumatic./ I had juice poured on me in N.O. and called gay/ This happened between 2nd-4th grade/ I been beat up in a urinal in N.O. wo/ In South Central LA my backpack got dumped out/ I was waiting for my mama and 2 bullies just come about./ Then, just dump it out./ Ha, that was something wow/ In high school I had suicide attempts/ but I didn’t do it, but I did feel useless/ I was depressed last year from some LA memories/ of being jumped in a stall and my counselor will remember me/ I had painful nights and painful cries/ with my face looking more watery than a slide/ at a waterpark..those thoughts are dark./ One of my bullies said sorry and that was straight to my heart./ Rapping saved me; from depressed to feeling like the best./J.I.P.S. I am the B.V.F.
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