Guerilla Poetry: Lights Out

Power. Strength. Fear.

3 words I live by.

Once he snaps the ball.

He is a dead-man with a ball.

Nothing or nobody is gonna stop me.

250 plus pounds.

I’m a beast.

I’m unstoppable.

I’m a linebacker.

I’m not gonna tackle him.

I’m not gonna bring him down.

I envision myself runnin through him,

As if he wasn’t even there.

Brett who? Tom who? Peyton who?

They start the play,

I end the play.

I leave nothing behind.

Lights out.

The Battle of the Bigs

Who ya got? Some say the Pats are taking it, while others say the Colts are. It is said that this game between the New England Patriots and the Indianapolis Colts is going to be better than the Super Bowl itself. Tom Brady just might be the BEST quarterback of all time. The powerful Patriots are pounding on the entire league for their push for perfection. Patriots are a team that seems to have no weakness and are seemingly unstoppable. Then there is Peyton Manning, the guy who people think is not clutch. He finally got the monkey off his shoulder and won the “big one”. Now he has the hunger for more. This game is of tremendous magnitude and both teams are eager for that tick under the W column. Someone’s 0 has got to go.

My prediction: Patriots win

Kobe Bryant

Past his prime. Peaked. Uncoachable. Stubborn. Played out. An outcast. Not a team player. Selfish. Overrated. Prima Dona. No more rings. These all the things the Kobe-haters have to say. All I have to say is keeping hating because Kobe is going keep on being great. Dropping multiple 50 point games. Breaking records that nobody thought would be broken. The Lakers fans are booing him at the season opener and than cheering for him when he starts scoring during the game. No wonder he wants to leave. Is it his fault that he is on a team that refuses to step-up? Is it his fault that the Lakers aren’t getting any good players to build around him? I don’t blame him for demanding trades. He is being unappreciated in L.A.

A reminder on why Kobe is still the greatest:

Snapshots

Vince Carter. One day he is jumping over a 7"2 Frenchman. The next day he is lying on the ground completely motionless. Vince Carter exploded on to the NBA scene in 1998 being drafted by the Golden State Warriors, but before he could even get his jersey he was traded to the Toronto Raptors. Maybe the Warriors felt that Vince was grotesque and juvenile much like how the Toronto fans feel today. The Raptors could no longer deal with Vince Carter’s absurdity and obscure injuries, which than landed VC in New Jersey. Every time he comes to play a game against Toronto now, it is a bombastic summer blockbuster. It is a magnetic encounter. Toronto fans always have a frazzled feeling and are flabbergasted on why he is so popular, even after all his corruption. Toronto fans find him to be like a whiny baby, an ugly one at that. If he is such a finical figure, why not get some liposuction or better yet suit his personality and get surgically effeminized? Maybe just bashing Vince Carter is one of the many jolts to life.

Haiku #2: Superman??

What makes a hero?

Scrutinized expectations.

An eye-opener.

Haiku #1: One Messed Up Night

Kiss me I'm Drunk

No, we're not pulling your leg

More than you expect?