Seton Hall Tribute

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*Seton Hall*

Steadying oneself on flooded sails,
then calming a crew headed
towards impending doom,
Helping the heads bow at the fore to pray…

P.J. Carlesimo taking over the ship of a program
on the verge of collapse,
and rebuilding with the sum
of all parts until it reached the
brink of the champion’s gold…

A pitcher reminding a team that faces a large deficit,
That it takes more than
one individual stepping up to the plate at a time,
but a band of Pirates who board the same goal,
before an obstacle can wash away…

That’s Leadership.

A house unwavering in letting out
Congressmen, senators,
Federal judges & governors…

A School of Diplomacy that hosts a forum
of World Leaders who speak to the audience
about change,
so that someday they can change places…

Studying from night to day in President’s Hall
as catalytic converters of mental darkness
with emissions of light found on the papers
turned in…

That’s Scholarship.

Doves flying out from the
basement of Boland
into soup kitchens on Thursdays
&
Onto the community each Saturday…

Building a house
for wandering youths and
teenage mothers…where new
hope is birthed with Raphael’s Life…

Volunteering wherever there is need:
El Salvador, Haiti, The nursing home of White House,
and in our cove of need—South Orange, New Jersey…

That’s Service.

Greeks gathering in April
on the Green for BBQ and laser tag
and for a week of solidarity…

Friendly competition in Land Olympics
Where sport meets school cheer,
And the result is a pyramid of colors
that clashes not…

A week where leaders, scholars, and servers
commingle, and all these different letters
translate the same message:

That’s “Brotherhood…”
and
that is
Seton Hall.

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Silence is Not an Option

History has always been convulsive. It goes forward—backwards—forward—backwards.  Its door constantly remains shut to populations for decades, even centuries, then is finally opened, only for another one to close, then that door opens, and on and on the pattern goes. In the case of racism in the United States, the issue is much larger than rights written on a bill. It begins with ideologies passed down from generations that enjoyed the exclusivity of a closed door, and it continues when there is no agreement even from your next-door neighbors on whether or not the door remains closed—in spite of how visibly it is. It will take a long time for the mechanics of this system to open the same doors for people of color that are open for whites. There is, however, a door that must be opened immediately for all races in light of the nauseating stream of police brutality sweeping the United States, and that is the open door that leads to a national discourse on police brutality between absolutely every American citizen that has a modicum of humanity.

A friendship, whether casual or deep, means listening. It means having deep, uncomfortable talks even if it begins and ends on opposite sides. It’s one thing to bandy with an anonymous face on a public post where the chances of hostility are heightened, and compassion and consideration become absent; and another altogether to converse with a familiar face. When people take to the comments on a news article to seek insight on a social issue, it is like going to a well-known restaurant down the street with an extensive menu, even though the majority of the dishes leaves a pungent aftertaste washed down with piss-poor customer service; instead of going to the friendly mom-and-pop restaurant right next door that is known for warm, genuine service and a culinary staff of greater knowledge and expertise. Most people may not realize this, but friends could be much smarter than you think. Imagine that! You could have wise friends and not even know it! And if you ARE aware of the intelligence of your friends, that is all the more reason to get your mental nutrition from this source instead of the venomous, poisonous heap tossed at and senselessly gorged by the masses. It is long overdue for all races to come together and converse with familiar faces on this urgent issue at a national level. This post is being written to provide an outlet for this to happen without leaving the comforts of your home.

The Colin Kaepernick controversy is just the most recent reminder of how divided the response to police-brutality protests are. There are far too many people who are either ignorant of or dead silent about the spirit of Kaepernick’s protests. Instead of informing themselves, many blindly attack Kaepernick or anyone who dares utter a word that could be received as unpatriotic—whether it’s against rogue police officers or the systematic racism that lies beneath the flag—regardless of how many victims go without justice. This protest is bigger than any one tragic victim. It is affecting the lives of friends, families, and loved ones of millions of Americans and it is time to activate the power of social media to do something about it…even if it’s just speaking up. Everyone who is committed to seeing and creating a change must privately contact every single friend they have on social media whose position on police brutality in America is either vague or completely unknown. Not confront. Not attack. CONTACT for an open dialogue. There are three objectives to be met here:

1) For those who are deeply affected by this issue to know where their friends stand on police brutality in America. They are entitled to this knowledge. Simple as that. What they do with the knowledge they attain through these discussions is up to each individual person.

2) To facilitate a healthy dialogue among FRIENDS, not strangers, which theoretically should have a much greater probability of gaining insight, perspective and even knowledge from another point of view. This could also lead to a gradual paradigm shift that begins to erode racial tension in a palpable way.

3) To spread awareness and hopefully get more people to support the fight against police brutality. Whether it’s just sharing an occasional post that speaks on the police brutality crisis or actively contacting state congressmen to attempt to enact legislation to combat this problem. There are too many people who remain silent during this time of urgency, and if they are unwilling or unable to speak up in defense of human rights, then those who do speak up must attempt to give them a nudge to do so. Instead of saying how some groups of people must be more vocal about police brutality, these discussions will actively and personally give them a much-needed push to do so. Not unlike the power structure of any government, a population cannot sit back and wait for change to happen on its own. If you believe that there needs to be a change in who speaks up about police brutality, then you must help catalyze the change. It is asinine to sit idly by and hope that someday a light switch comes on that enables those who have been silent for years to suddenly speak up. If it comes to light that these friends do not agree that there is a problem with police brutality or even consider protest groups like BLM a terrorist organization, these opinions must be addressed with evidence and logic. If this is truly to be a productive dialogue, all parties must be willing to be uncomfortable. And yes, it will take the courage to open this discussion even with the knowledge that you may lose some fair-weather friends as a result. This concept is meant to be extremely doable, but that doesn’t mean it will be easy. Change doesn’t come easy. It takes bravery, sacrifice, and voices. Enter these conversations bravely, knowing how uncomfortable and heated they may become. Sacrifice a small portion of your time to carry these conversations through private messages. And KNOW that your voice, even in a private discussion, is never small…especially when the same discussions are happening simultaneously on a national scale. At the end of each conversation, reason should prevail. As human beings, we should never be closed off to having a philosophical or intellectual breakthrough. Truth is a virtue that must be sought, obtained, and defended. To shirk this and to stubbornly cling to beliefs before, during, and after a discussion is to deprive the human brain of its infinite capacities. Never limit your intellectual capacity for the expense of old baggage passed down from others. Listen and embrace reason from all sides and even more graciously from friendly faces, and the end result will always be knowledge – either about others, yourself, the entire world around you, and finally: solutions.

Shaun King, a prominent journalist for the New York Daily News, has a growing social media following that is approaching one million supporters. On King’s Facebook page, he has listed 25 actual solutions to police brutality. Equally as important, he works tirelessly to inform the public daily of racism and police brutality occurring in America. King is an important tool for these discussions because anyone who is oblivious to what is going on in this country should be advised by the initiator of these discussions to visit and LIKE Mr. King’s page, because if they truly have an open mind, the plethora of credible news stories that are reported daily should open and enlighten even the blindest of eyes. Share the page with them. Then, talk about the facts presented. Talk about your personal experiences and observations. Talk about how it doesn’t matter what color you are, if you are a human being with a soul, THIS MATTERS. THIS IS A HUMAN ISSUE. Talk about ANYTHING that even grazes this topic. JUST TALK. And please, please, do not forget to listen. Speaking for myself, any and all friends who take me up on this invitation will be treated to a fully open mind as well as an extensive list of solutions which I believe will help mend this divide, while slowly opening another door in history.  Please join me in this project via hashtag—and more importantly: participation, for a crucial national discourse for the sake of humanity:

#Silenceisnotanoption

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University of New Hampshire Tribute

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*UNH*

In Wildcat Country, there’s only one way to live,
it’s the
Call—
of the wild.
Wild, Cats, Go Wild.
Blowing free—
Nor’easters of Force
Storming the White Mountains,
Snow-shoeing to winter’s peaks,
Skiing downhill &
Climbing the weeks.
Clawing the winds of time’s vortex,
thereby unleashing the
Perfect Storm.

New Hampshire has whiteouts that
are hazardous to visitors,
but they bring the home team to
their familiar destination. A place accustomed to winning,
and winners…
Winners who beat unfavorable conditions like Erin Whitten;
Wildcats like Bob Miller, Louis Frigon, and Dave Lumley
who slid On to Victory.
Whiting-out Whitt helps Black Bears who believed
they were on the road to victory
see that they are now stranded and out of luck,
and are reminded
just how much they suck.
And for Terriers who leave home believing
they will go through our house,
the road sign reads:

Sucks to B-U.

Your very existence is a penalty:
Skate, Skate, Skate, sit down, bitch,
Now check the final scoreboard:
You lost, lost, lost, like Blair Witch.

UNH is a blast of revolting degrees—
Winners of storms like the colonies,
A revolution on ice, a sea of parties,
Formed by the Cat Pack—ruffling speeds.

Breaking to the T-Hall lawn to
get in the groves,
in an altered setting for the classroom
as well as study.
This free space gives us the outlet
to feed off the energy of sources like
Solarfest;
to throw caution to the wind
and the fish on the ice.
Transferring the energy of being free to the
Wildcats on the rink,
Then charging in the school power hub,
The primary outlet called the MUB.

These spaces are reserved for all that is free.

UNH is forever known as Wildcat Country…
and in this country there is but only one law…

It is
Planted in this land with the flag—
Since the year 1776…
We still abide,
Live Free or Die.

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Princeton University Tribute Poem

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*Princeton University*

Princetonians, delight! For history is on your side!
Princetonians, unite! Return for the annual P-rade!
The Princeton Reunions bring Tiger pride
Back to Nassau—our first building ever made
To gather for another joyous raid.

We will again take in the beauty
of architecture renowned, Romanesque, & modern;
The Gothic bricks and sculptured fury
Decorate this campus near flowers of auburn.
Let’s re-feel these fuels of creation that burn.

We sip the splendor of senses by the lake,
The sensory conception of Lake Carnegie,
Our skulls are Ovals without Points—unlimited for the sakes
Of refreshing for study, winning the Cane Spree,
And cruising Newman Day—on beer’s floating sea.

The Tigers eat and drink on The Street like animals,
Pillaging the Eating Clubs like a Hot Prospect,
Through all eleven houses—our packs ran the mill,
We ran life’s bill, but hadn’t felt the cost yet,
And lived what was priceless so now we’re all set.

Ready to remember those fond Princeton years,
Everywhere there’s a smile and never a scowl,
Elation in the dance of our gleeful cheers,
Loud as the sound of the Holder Howl
Before dates with the dean leading exam prowls.

Here’s to another reunion—don’t call it a comeback,
We never left Nassau or our Princeton days,
Other schools have assets but there’s always some lack
Of the same opportunities that Princeton paves;
Like our Financial Aid, the Princeton way pays.

The Princeton diploma means the highest degree
of achievement, wits, determination…
The Princeton alumni would all agree
That this is the land where we had our germination,
And our growth still defies—the dread of termination.

Princetonians are the course of history!
Endowing the embryo of American Football,
Carrying the best Department of History,
And a blazing bonfire on Cannon Green in the fall.
Let’s sing in this fire—Goin’ Back to Nassau.

The FitzRandolph Gate we left
During final ceremony—
Opens to every class present a represented breadth
Of Princetonian Pride still on territory,
With praised Ivy stones—in our memory.

Down Elm Drive is the Princeton locomotion!
The 25th Reunion is the steam in the front,
In groups of five the classes cause a commotion
On a train filled with beer jackets, costumes, love’s brunt,
And families all aboard—who ride the emotion.

Fireworks end the fun like a spring Lawn Party,
Our parties of five mix with all the Orange and Black,
Alums from the past have attended partly
For remembering, the rest for the large fact:
That attending Princeton means
You always come back:

Hip-Hip! Rah-Rah Rah! Tiger-Tiger-Tiger! Sis-Sis-Sis! Boom-Boom-Boom-Ah!
Yesterday!
Today!
Forever!

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Dartmouth Tribute Poem

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*Dartmouth*

Dartmouth is outdoors:
The vision & tenor
of the scene,
Calling our fair name—
The Big Green.

Dartmouth is the Lodge:
Our faithful lair
by the ravine,
In the virescence of sweet nature—
The Big Green.

She is the streak of green effuse,
We streak like the Greek without excuse,
The Ledyard Challenge we always defeat—
The winning streak.

We disrobe like Sigma Delta
to feel
The rush of the wind on skin—
Surreal,
A cascade of Beaver Brooks
We spill—
To the River.

On the Skiway our outing clubs brace—
for the mountains.
Then release to a vertical drop—
for the shiver.
We shape the snow and the goose bumps form
at Occom Pond—where the moose rumps form…
When the carnival of white is so adorned
By the Green.

Dartmouth is the Greek:
The letters and colors
on the edge;
Rewriting—what is partying—
They allege.

Dartmouth is the party,
Even our mascot reps a keg,
Its legacy we’ll honor by drinking its spring:
The Pledge.

Our springs have Pow-Wows closed with a Green Key,
Plus music, grills, and crazy hijinks,
We have Gammapalooza and Phi Delt’s drinks—
On the block—of the house.
While Alpha Delta turns the AD lawn…

Into an Animal House.

In the fall, each house loves to come home;
When every house clears
Because of the fire.
And yet another freshman class
is
Thrown in,
Sending it higher.

A bonfire elevating to a bond fire,
Building memories to heights
that will never expire…
&
Providing the light to every Dartmouth night.

With each lap around the fire,
We—and the crackles—
grow stronger…
And like Baker’s Bells, on this grass
They sing:
This is our Alma Mater,
This is
The Big Green.

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Nurse’s Orders

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*Nurse’s Orders*

If I found love…I’d nurse it — no, I’d
Coach It.
No-no wait, yeah I’d nurse it.
I mean yeah there’s the downsides,
The tragic accidents,
The burns,
And maybe even a train wreck or two…
But that’s not really what I mean.
I was gonna say I’d coach it, but I think “nurse it” is better.
Yeah, I like that better.
Because I’d make sure that shit stays alive.
And I’d do it with tough love.
And strategy, too.
So you can understand why I was about to say “coach?”
No, but yeah, I’m sticking with nursing it.
Is that effeminate to choose nursing over coaching?
A lot of guys are nurses nowadays…

Man, I’d be a hell-of-a nurse…
Because I’d make sure it stays alive.
How?
Well I’d sort of be that Doctor of Love you always hear about.
Only I’m Only a Nurse.

I’d have irregular consults and be like,
“Baby, slow downnnnn..
I’m not going anywhere.
You got my line. I gave you my Extension.”

Seems after I gave her that Extension —
My phone couldn’t stop ringing.

We talked for hours just yesterday…
&
Sat under Capella in sync in A Cappella:
Just three days before tomorrow.

You need to take a break,
Otherwise you’ll exhaust yourself…
Worse Yet — You’ll Exhaust Us…
This Investment is gonna take Trust.
So believe me when I say I’ll be here…
We’ve had enough memories to last a week-time…
So don’t come back so soon —
Or our love will turn into a flat line.

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Harvard University Poem

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*Harvard University*

There will always be someone smarter.
There will always be someone stronger, someone faster.
There will always be someone who is hungrier.
There will always be someone more skilled.
There will always be someone, somewhere, who is better at the craft.
But there will never,
Ever
Be a school better than this.

Truth.

***

Fair Harvard! Let this house adopt the nation’s best,
Over ten thousand men and women of honors,
Sharing one color in the college crest,
Rising as a Crimson body of scholars.
This house has led presidents to the White House,
Heralding Prime Ministers and Nobel Laureates,
The leaders in business, politics, and science,
Began in the lather of the Mather House.
The gathering of minds never forgets:
The lasting value of the Harvard alliance.

Go Harvard! Let your Primal Scream be seen!
A streak of Harvard’s pride and joy exposed
In the library stacks and tonight as a team
On to exams where knowledge echoes.
Go Team! Prevail over Eli!
Win the Game, Relish victory!
Fight fiercely for our hallowed name,
In its carried strength—you can rely.
Our awaiting success was meant to be—
Since 1636 when our pedigree came.

Oh, Harvard, your years represent our growth,
From the country’s oldest house of higher learning,
Not just the oldest or truest, we’re both,
Yet in these halls there remains a yearning
For something that joins greater than us all—
The continuance of the finest university tradition,
That as ancestors—we must see live.
On this elite establishment we stand tall
As part of the awe with no part an omission;
In cohesive ramparts every part must give.

Stand, Harvard! Let your contemplative eye be raised,
Make wells from the deep, yet untapped vessels,
Then let your streaming hard work be praised
By outsiders and inward—where the crimson nestles.
Take pride in this elusive achievement,
Millions have dreamed it, but We Are Here,
The chosen few that have walked Cambridge
With steps that survive after bereavement;
Showing our successors the coast is clear
To walk every hill, mountain, and ridge.

Fair Harvard! Let us be your royalty and knights,
We will carry the lineage of our ancestors
To another generation of majestic heights
With the ascending stock of past investors.
Like our fathers’ fathers and their mothers before,
You’ve helped us certify a great legacy.
Yes, Fair & Supreme Harvard,
We were born to forefather your lore,
We promise to keep this shared destiny,
Truth is our motto: That is our word.

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Harvard University Poem

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*Harvard University*

There will always be someone smarter.
There will always be someone stronger, someone faster.
There will always be someone who is hungrier.
There will always be someone more skilled.
There will always be someone, somewhere, who is better at the craft.
But there will never,
Ever
Be a school better than this.

Truth.

***

Fair Harvard! Let this house adopt the nation’s best,
Over ten thousand men and women of honors,
Sharing one color in the college crest,
Rising as a Crimson body of scholars.
This house has led presidents to the White House,
Heralding Prime Ministers and Nobel Laureates,
The leaders in business, politics, and science,
Began in the lather of the Mather House.
The gathering of minds never forgets:
The lasting value of the Harvard alliance.

Go Harvard! Let your Primal Scream be seen!
A streak of Harvard’s pride and joy exposed
In the library stacks and tonight as a team
On to exams where knowledge echoes.
Go Team! Prevail over Eli!
Win the Game, Relish victory!
Fight fiercely for our hallowed name,
In its carried strength—you can rely.
Our awaiting success was meant to be—
Since 1636 when our pedigree came.

Oh, Harvard, your years represent our growth,
From the country’s oldest house of higher learning,
Not just the oldest or truest, we’re both,
Yet in these halls there remains a yearning
For something that joins greater than us all—
The continuance of the finest university tradition,
That as ancestors—we must see live.
On this elite establishment we stand tall
As part of the awe with no part an omission;
In cohesive ramparts every part must give.

Stand, Harvard! Let your contemplative eye be raised,
Make wells from the deep, yet untapped vessels,
Then let your streaming hard work be praised
By outsiders and inward—where the crimson nestles.
Take pride in this elusive achievement,
Millions have dreamed it, but We Are Here,
The chosen few that have walked Cambridge
With steps that survive after bereavement;
Showing our successors the coast is clear
To walk every hill, mountain, and ridge.

Fair Harvard! Let us be your royalty and knights,
We will carry the lineage of our ancestors
To another generation of majestic heights
With the ascending stock of past investors.
Like our fathers’ fathers and their mothers before,
You’ve helped us certify a great legacy.
Yes, Fair & Supreme Harvard,
We were born to forefather your lore,
We promise to keep this shared destiny,
Truth is our motto: That is our word.

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Red Light

From Art of Mind II: All-In. Available Now on Amazon.com.

*Red Light*

Long-Faced Johns pull up and see a
Strawberry District.
They pedal to their destination, but soon cross the line.
This apparent Cherry-Red District suddenly changes to a
Flashy Red Light.

This joint leaves many a fantasy Crimsoned and Clubbed,
They were expecting the full treatment
And only leave with a Rub.
Look Man, No Hands!
Just Look, Man, but No Hands!
She works that pole with no hands,
And If you Try to lend a helping hand:
You’re lucky to
Just get banned.
If her Ass even Thinks it feels a hand,
Your Butt will
Soon get Canned.
She looks revved and ready,
So now you’re geared to go,
You can tip hundreds for weeks,
And She Will Still Say, “No.”

You’re so blinded by her Headlights,
You can’t even see the Unchanging Red Light.

Now we may have to Pay for Toll,
High Speed Makes us Pay the Cops,
Some Pay for an Open Road,
But Why Would You Pay to Stop?

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Give That Man A Hand

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*Give That Man A Hand*

The guy is out here trying…
More than you’ll ever know…
You can’t tell but he’s probably dying,
So just listen before you go.

Travel-Bound citizens pretend they can’t listen…so without the aid of this noisy Red-Line Train Station: They block out the sound of The Man with the Golden Voice…because they’re afraid
He might ask for a handout…
A little love would substitute for money…
So it’s ok — gone and put your hand out.

He’s broke and probably quite hungry…
But this is more than just a “pity cause…”
Just give him what he’s earned,
And that’s at least a round of applause.

I am not encouraging the donation of a dollar,
Though that would be kind, too…
I’m saying to look past his dirty wardrobe:
And Give the Man his Due.

He’s jamming now but he’s really down and out…
He’d appreciate change and a rousing ovation…but he could Really use a Friendly Hand Out.

Someday you too may need a hug…
So let’s board This Train of
Peace & Love.

You don’t need to give a scrappy hand out…
To shake a hand, applaud, or
Put your Hand Out.

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