Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening (2015 Remix)

Robert Frost wrote the iconic poem about his horse and him stopping by the woods on a snowy evening in 1922. I hold a degree in English Literature so I can tell you with confidence that they almost certainly stopped there because the horse or him or both had to poop.

A lot has changed since then and sadly his wonderful poem has become a tad difficult to relate to. In this spirit, it’s time to Remix what this former Poet Laureate referred to as his “best bid for remembrance.” Chill Frost (heh heh), I’m remembering you 93 years later – as I’m sure this Remix will be celebrated in 2108. 

Whose woods these are I think I know

Some corporation that bought this land a long time ago

They probably ran off a Cherokee or Navajo

and that community disappeared as quietly as this falling snow 

Prose and poems aplenty one reads of nature’s wonders

But transfixed in the moonlight now the sole spell I’m under

 Is a spine-bending blood-curdling cold shock tearing me asunder

The Hawk coming at me hard, to strike and freeze me like icy thunder

My tired tried and true old car lets out a painful yelp 

A high-pitched wail emanating off a too-old timing belt

Callously ripping apart the slightly boring peace of the Vanilla shroud

Nudging, nudging, guilt tripping and dispersing the only crowd

These woods are dank, wet and cold kinda like my feet

Later Nature, we tried, but I have needs to meet 

And Netflix to go before I sleep

And Netflix to go before I sleep. 

a simple plan

“Nature makes me miss my couch. Is that wrong?” yelled Billy Bob to no snowy tree in particular.

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Here’s a link to the original poem by Frost, not as good but worth a read.

Also, the photo above is from the movie “A Simple Plan“, one of the best “snow movies” of all time, as well as a hell of a crime thriller and morality tale. (Was on Netflix recently too.)

Best 5 snow movies off the top of my head: Fargo, A Simple Plan, Cliffhanger, Alive and Beautiful Girls. 

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When To Leave

This is a good song to play in the background while reading this poem. Mood music courtesy of Vangelis.
Press PLAY and scroll down or feel free to not press anything and continue with the Silent Version. Seriously though, why would you not play the song?  

I could just leave right now.

“Well, I’ll get going” I could be saying…

I don’t want to leave too early but

I really don’t want to end up overstaying

If I leave right now then I’ll sleep very well

but if I leave right now then I’m gonna catch hell

Soon as I leave, they’ll start to mix it all and twist it all

and then tomorrow all I’ll hear is how I missed it all

I’ll wake up feeling fresh, well-rested and pissed off that I left early

Will decide I’d much rather have had 3 hours of sleep and been a lil surly

But if I stay? What then? What magic moment is going to produce itself next?

Seems like everybody just telepathically agreed to check their texts

Hmm but this definitely has potential, just enough potential or else I’d be gone

but what if it’s never realized and I realize too late I held on too long?

And what if this sudden hopefulness is just a result of this drinking?

Beer muscles, impaired judgement and a boost of wishful thinking

If staying sucks, I’ll head home with a ‘tsk’ refrain and regretting this last hour

Curse my alarm angrily tomorrow morning while dragging my feet to the shower

Think of how a good sleep and a hot breakfast tomorrow could be so de-stressing

while the old toss ‘n’ turn and Eggo waffle while dressing’s been getting depressing

Such a fine line between leaving early and overstaying

a moment either way and you find yourself paying

the price of free time for your self and for your lazing

or the price of possibly maybe missing something slightly amazing

Walking out the door and behind you

sudden loud uproarious laughter

Can you leave it there behind you

and not wonder about it after?

A fine line, a sweet spot, between

leaving early and staying too long –

and both of them piss me off instantly

and so now when I leave, I do so hesitantly.

To leave at the perfect moment

is downright presidently evidently

Even rarer still, It’s Bigfoot, the Yeti

Life’s great mystery, the one that gets away

To leave now or to stay

… a little bit longer

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Jay-Z’s (sure to be upcoming) Baseball Sports Agent Rap

Feels like Jay-Z is becoming a sports agent just so he can put a verse about it on his next album. So why wait? Here it is:

Uh Who ya think got Cano those incentives?

Told Cashman half a mill per home run , so inventive

Cha-Ching (sound of cash register opening)

everytime the ball clears the fence kid

Did the game dirty like Pigpen 

It’s ya boy Hov live from the bullpen

Everywhere all at once like Ze-lig

Ah Now I’m smokin’ cigars with my new Bud Se-lig

Roc Nation, Beyonce, big clubs, hit songs

Uh My head’s gettin’ bigger than Barry Bonds

Signin’ clients to muy lucrative contracts

takin’ these clubs’ cash, balls and bats

Playin’ my hand so perfect,  

liar’s poker

Leavin’ no prospects for these jokers

Take the jersey off they wall ha!

it’s funny yall

Streets of Marcy is the home of Moneyball

Leavin’ em there

with their junk in they glove

if they don’t open the checkbook

and show us the love:

that’s seven zeroes for all you laymen

Canyon of Heroes, bank’s in the Caymen’s

If you build it they will come, I heard the whispers

So now we get that coco and we get it crisper

Talk the best game like Harry Caray

The New McGwire – Not Mark – Jerry! It’s ya boy!

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“1-900-HUSTLER”

The Inner Child

Press Play.

14 second mark:

Was born invincible,incredible, infallible

and kept laughs coming like jimmy fallon do

and supremely unflappable too

– but now I get flapped

like the wings of the gulls do

Back in the day things were never dull

and my problems were strictly math-e-matical

A man has 3 times 2 apples and gives 5 away

and the remainder kept the doctor away

Life made your spirit soar every single day

The spirit was contagious and kept all the kids at play

Excitement -was never an issue either way

hey it’s back to school busting out new pencil boxes day

Instinctive – There was a guide in each of us

Cruising on autopilot and nobody was reaching us

Used to fall down and get up all damn day

and didn’t get play out of it like D-Wade

you’d just get up and dust off your chin

never even think of missing the next thing

the next game, the next eats, the next care

driving breakneck speeds without a rearview mirror

Now this car is sputtering and I’m not stuttering

you know this sh*t I’m uttering is the straight butter ‘n’

this is the new trajectory and it’s no tragedy

but nowadays I’m seein’ too many maladies

and not hearin’ near enough melodies

and man I sure could use a mill o’ deez

instrumentals -hell- just for my mentals!

to cool me off from this heat from my parentals

It’s like I’m in one of those questions

two trains headed in opposite directions

different speeds and on different tracks

Run for cover cos these are the facts

this looks like a possible collision

and there’s only one plausible solution

Walk like an Egyptian

into your own revolution

Used to be an open book

written doses- of proses I wrote

but now it’s come down to statuses and post-it notes

so I’m trying to turn

the direction of this story ‘n’

go back to the future

hit 88 in this delorean

get that righteousness all up in me

like Mayor Goldie Wilson of Hill Valley

Eye of the Tiger, I lost it Apollo

but come see me this time tomorrow

Done with just going through the motions

my magic potions’ll be causing a commotion

Gonna be unstoppable full josh n’

dreamin up things like Billy Ocean

The world was my sandbox and now it’s a sandtrap

they busted us now we bust BACK

cos we’re innocent and we’re still hellbent

on getting blissed out so don’t miss out

on what you can be

It keeps happening to me

All these screens you keep looking at

all these dreams keep slipping past

I’m declaring a war on everydamnthing

And I won’t stop till the fat lady sings

cos guess what I remembered

that I want to be remembered

and my voice won’t be heard

If I ever surrender

SO I’m turning back the clock

daylight savings

lighting my fires

straight blazing

Channeling

my inner child

Navigating

this river wild

I’m back fresh as ever

no additives, straight clever

give up? not now ‘n’ not never

The diamond in the rough

and diamonds are forever.

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Ballplayer

He’s got a jaw

that could sure take a punch

He’s got a joke

to tell the guys over lunch

He’s got skin

tougher than leather

He’s got a swing

prettier than spring weather

He hits the ball

out the damn yard

Picture perfect

like a baseball card

He’s got a Paw

who works on a farm

and he’s got a Maw

who works on that farm

He’s got a girl

who’s a hell of a tease

plus he’s got another

in the damn movies

He’s got the strength

of more than five men

I’ve seen him fight

five men once & again

My strengths aren’t

as strong as his flaws

He rounds the bases

and runs into applause

He’ll take his hat off

He’ll closes his eyes

He’s their hero

He’s our guy

He’s got a jaw

that can sure take a punch

He’s got a joke

he tells the guys over lunch

NEW RAPPER LIKES VITAMINS & MINERALS

YO

YO YO

GIMME A BEAT

*Press Play Now

( 22 second mark)

YO I’M MARVELOUS

LIKE CALCIUM AND PHOSPHOROUS

KEEP YA BONES FROM GETTIN POROUS

SO HIT EM WITH THE CHORUS

GOOD FOR YA

LIKE VITAMIN C

AND VITAMIN D

AND DON’T FORGET ‘B’ CUZ

I’M MULTITASKIN

LIKE A MULTIVITAMIN

SO CALL ME MISTER F*CKIN CENTRUM

GRINDIN 24/7

LIKE I’M 7/11

NO SNITCHES, NO B*TCHES AND NO RICKETS

NIGHTBLINDNESS IS FOR SUCKERS   ( I SEE REAL GOOD AT NIGHT)

AND ANEMIA IS FOR CORNY MOTHERF*CKERS

WHO DON’T GET ENOUGH IRON

I AINT A DOCTOR BUT I AIN’T LYIN (HE AIN’T LYIN)

(I NEED MORE IRON)

HE AIN’T LYIN

I GET POTASSIUM

LIKE DOC BROWN GOT PLUTONIUM (FROM THE LIBYANS)

AND YOU KNOW MY SPINACH IS

FULL OF MAGNESIUM RICHES B*TCHES

STAY EATIN MANGANESE AND I

AIN’T SPEAKIN JAPANESE DUDE

YOU BETTER THINK IT THRU

AND GET SOME ZINC UP IN YOU

AND COPPER THE BLOOD CELL PROVIDER

RIP DENNIS HOPPER

EASY RIDER

STAY HEALTHY IN 2 0 1 0 GOD BLESS AND WATCH FOR THE ALBUM DROPPING THIS SUMMER





‘everything changes’

Gettin hairy

Gettin weary

Gettin bolder

Gettin older

Gettin fancy

Gettin antsy

Gettin strange

Things have changed.

Kinder, Taller, Hairier,

Smarter, Angrier, Scarier

From the minute of our birth

Till our last moment on Earth

As surely as we keep aging

We are always changing

For the good

and for the bad

Change makes you happy

and it makes you sad

Change can be a slow and long road

like an old man watching the soil erode

or Change can come in a blink

and still  make you think

Some change their style

Some change their minds

Some change once in a while

Some change all the time

Your body used to be another

one that you were used to

Now, it’s slightly different

You notice if you choose to

Your teeth aren’t as white

You know that I’m right

Your hairline is receding

Glory is fleeting

Your memory is in total discord

You forget all of your passwords

You forget things you used to remember

I think mom’s birthday is in December…

Isn’t it?

Changes are consistent as the sun coming up

every morning

As persistent as getting sleepy every night

and yawning.

Some people hate change

while some people love it

Some get trampled underfoot

and some rise above it

for

When you are through changing

then you are through.

You’ve become antiquated

overcome by things anew

Change will overtake you

while you are idle

Fighting change

is simply suicidal

Like black and white TV

put to sleep by Technicolor

you stayed the same but

now you’ve become duller

You could be in a vacuum

and never ever change

but those around you would

and say that you’ve become strange.

It’s that simple.

Everything changes.

Everything changes.

Trends change.

Friends change.

Cars change.

Stars change.

Eyes change.

Lies change.

Seasons change.

Reasons change.

Stuff changes.

Love changes.

Hate changes.

Fate changes.

Change changes.

Strange changes.

The world changes.

Your girl changes.

Never changes.

Forever changes.

Your plan changes.

Your fam changes.

The land changes.

A man changes.

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I just can’t sleep on Sunday nights.

Sunday night, can’t sleep

Mind in a well so deep

Weird dreams, crazy scenes

Things good, bad and in between

Sounds bouncing off the walls

Chants, prayers, catcalls

Korean, Hindi, basketballs

Kids, rappers, street food stalls

Dropped my memory in a blender

Took some medicine and went on a bender

Voices talking, this is serious

Nonstop chatter, I’m walking delirious

Insomniac across from flashing lights

Too many roads, too many fights

Too many wrongs to right

Too many rights left

and

Too much left to write

Too many words to choose from

Too much dumb

or

too much wisdom?

The words escape me

And fly away

The ideas chase me

And I walk away

Ying and Yang playing tag

I put my hand in a velvet bag

Writing is like the Scrabble sack

reach for something

see what comes back

Meanwhile

I Grab hold of the tiles

writing is chance

you need some luck

sometimes you dance

sometimes you’re stuck.

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I am trying to write something longer. It is daunting but I really want to “finish”. I am continually surprised by what a long and arduous process it is. For this reason I am more amazed than ever by writers of anything, be it ridiculously bad movies to songs of any nature. I think we all underestimate how difficult the writing process is. Coming to the title…For whatever reason, no matter what, I NEVER sleep on Sunday nights and I lay awake or walk around thinking of ideas or trying to write. I always pay for it on Monday at school. Also, one last thought, I sit here and struggle to write with all my senses and a laptop in a comfortable apartment. How the hell does Stevie Wonder write all these beautiful songs (lyrics PLUS music) without even being able to see? He reminds me that this can be done by anybody, anybody who commits and works at it.

straight outta incheon

yo…

yo… drop the beat


Straight Outta Incheon

yall know its true true

takin over day by day

like haru haru

I run shit

like Park Ji- Sung son

and when its over

you could get hung son

cos we just dont give a damn son

my actions are justifiable

like my name is Polham SON (daaamn)

Step to me and you gonna get killed G

I’m known to kill a motherfucker over some Bulgogi

making dumb waegooks shut the EFF up

clockin wons like my name is Nong Hyup

Korean Tony Soprano livin large in my pajamas

bumpin motherfuckers like pissed-off ajamuhs

BIG BANG!

BUT i aint doin it easy with that brrat brrat

i does this korean style with my baseball bat bat

that i got from my boy on them Wyverns homey

you play with fire,you gonna get them burns homey

Fucker if you really wanna step to me

I can just smoke you like you was my Galbi

dude how do you still not get this?

gonna cut you and wrap you up in lettuce

throw in a little salt and a lil kimchi

vicious yet delicious , now all your organs are in me

I’ll personally catch you, skin you and gut you

and i do this for nobody nobody but you

Yes, its that easy, easy like Hetbahn

2 minutes with me and then you’re done son

Cool, calculating and cunning

and i got em all running

I ain’t even toting a glock

Feared all the way

from Gyeyang to Dongmak

Yeogiyo!

I’m a G yo…

just yesterday…

I killed 3 herbs while I played badminton

On the way home, slayed and ate Rin Tin Tin

I got Incheon on total lockdown

right from Seoul to old Chinatown

So get steppin and try to be smart

you can’t get another family at family mart

man I don’t wanna see you never

Not at Norebangs and not at Homeever

No Hofs, No Jimjilbangs, kamsahamnida

No McDonalds and definitely no KFC either

If you don’t give a damn, we don’t give a fuck

come thru and crush you like you was my Hotuk

Too bad homey but this is your last day

I own this town, just call me Lotte

You belong to me , Ney i said i own you

Set your ass on fire and douse you in soju

Its the same old story, I punched you, kicked you

laughed and kicked back with my crew and some mikju

This is it corny waegook, I’m cutting you loose son

No more G7 and no more Goose Goose son

so Annyang-sa heo… go try Busan

gangsta

she’s the one

you wake up

thinkin bout her

you go to sleep and

dream about her

In between you cant

stop talkin bout her

each day you want her

more and more

Your life is so much better

since the day you met her

you just can’t let go

you can’t forget her

Deep down

she holds you

the truth

is she controls you

and you saw it coming

everybody told you

but you never had a choice

cos she took away your voice

you never had a chance

after that first dance

you think you can end it

but you can’t even start to

long ago, she took your spirit

and she took your heart too

You used to be independant

you used to take stands

but now we know in your house

your money wears the pants

now

you walk down the street

debonair man about town

everyone you meet

asks if you’re gonna settle down

you reach for your wallet, nod

face beaming, pure conceipt

as they wait for pictures of your family

you pull out your bank reciepts

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