Keepin' It Real, Always: inside the mind of Elite

Keepin' It Real, Always: inside the mind of Elite

by Jeffrey DeLaRosa

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ISBN-13: 9781467097970
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 02/13/2012
Pages: 196
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.42(d)

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Keepin' It Real, Always

inside the mind of Elite
By Jeffrey DeLaRosa

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Copyright © 2012 Jeffrey DeLaRosa
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ISBN: 978-1-4670-9797-0


Chapter One

Keepin it Real, Always

WRITER'S PROFILE

Name: Jeffrey Jayce De La Rosa

Born: November 6th, 1983

Birthplace: Passaic, New Jersey USA

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Height: 6'1

Weight: 180 LBS

Nationality: Latino/Dominican

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Number: One

Favorite Sports Teams: New York Yankees, New York Knicks, and New York Giants

Favorite Sports Figures: Derek Jeter, Allan Houston

Favorite Movies: Rocky 1-6, Independence Day

Favorite Music: Hip Hop, Rhythm and Blues, Merengue, Bachata, and Pop

Favorite Book: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Tennis, Basketball, Billiards, Dominos

Moto: Keep it real, always, be you at all cost

Alter Ego/Alias: Elite

Favorite Poet: Black Ice, Maya Angelou

Passion: Poetry

Writing styles: Rhyme, Lyric, Analogy, Blank Verse, Conceit, Free Verse, Romanticism, Carpe Diem, with a hip hop flavor.

Who is Elite

OFFICIAL DEFINITION OF ELITE

1. Privileged minority

A small group of people within a larger group who have more power, social standing, wealth, or talent than the rest of the group.

2. Richest, best, or most powerful

More talented, privileged, or highly trained than others.

MY DEFINITION:

Who and what "Elite" means and is to me differs from the dictionary's meaning. In a way it does represent being and/or wanting to be the best at something. Coming from nothing and trying to excel at something in this case that strive would be writing/poetry. When I say I am elite, I am by no stretch of the imagination saying I am better then anyone. Elite is the moniker that keeps me humble and sane.

"Elite" is that persona, that character if you will, that other side of me that everybody has who is the total opposite of the person that often stands out. "Elite" brings out the inner genius in me. He brings out the cockiness and the un precedented confidence in me. He is the one who speaks for me in times when I cannot find the words or when I am hesitant to speak out openly. He allows me to express myself in a manner that shows no remorse, no apologies, and most importantly of all, no lies.

Without "Elite" this book would not be possible. "Elite" is the hood in me. It is the ghetto in me. It signifies the struggle, the hustle, and represents the life and times of the mind of a poet. He created the slogan "keeping it real, always" to remind us to be yourself at all times, at any expense, and by all means necessary.

Elite is not who I want to be but who I have to be. He writes in ways that I cannot. He speaks in ways that demand attention. He expresses himself in ways that is often questioned. He is the anti-hero to the hero inside me. He is simply a vigilante. "Elite" is the street that makes the words visually come alive out of the page.

Quite frankly without him I wouldn't have the swagger that makes me who I am

K.I.R.A

ELITE

Apocalypse is coming take hold of your weapon
Mines a pen the end is near see me in heaven
Revolutionary thoughts when I react on a sheet
Unravel your mind when I teach
Very fluent when I speak
Educate your mind when I'm describing the streets
Analyzing the heat
Bringing peace never beef
Reality stands for everything that I mean
When I bring havoc unleashed
I release fire at least
At best, I'm stone cold bringing chills to your chest
I spit serendipity
Verses of doom laid out on the piece
True knowledge exposed when I speak out I'm elite!

7/08



    ELITEACROSTIC


    K
een are the words, as they inhabit the earth
    Earthly is elite overcoming the hurt
    Elite is prestige always finishing first
    Prestige is intellect acquired at birth
    Intellect is naturally obtained after putting in work
    Natural is the ghetto flow keeping it raw
    Ghetto is the mind set humbling your intuition with war
    Intuitive tame instincts are a powerful flaw
    Tamed beasts never forget what their really hear for
    Real is elegance when you absolutely don't accept false
    Elegant is the mass appeal that attracts who you are
    Appeal is legitimately necessary
    Legit is no counterfeit but on the contrary you have to
    ALWAYS! Leave your mark inevitably


    Elite's random thoughts

    Elite is the poet within me
    He takes something calm and turns it into a frenzy
    He takes something vague
    And makes it clear as day
    He can take any word and transform it into an art form
    With metaphors
    Turns a phrase into a masterpiece
    Turns every page into his master sheet
    Like a slave obeying when the master speaks
    Thru all the phases of his life you read
    He helps maintain my sanity
    He's the eye in me
    My alter ego
    My alias, my being
    Elites the hand behind the pen
    The vision, the eyes, the mind behind the lens
    I have no control over what he writes
    All I know is that when he's done
    My pen shines bright
    I suddenly take over like a vigilante
    Infiltrate your style
    And sabotage your paper
    I take creative control
    Action
    No authorization granted
    Vision slanted
    The plane has landed
    As I creep thru like a masked bandit
    I am stamped branded
    It's real

    -ELITE-

Chapter Two

Poetry

DEFINITION AND STRUCTURE

Definition of Poetry

Poetry is a piece of literature written by a poet in meter or verse expressing various emotions, which are expressed by the use of variety of techniques including metaphors, similes and onomatopoeia. The emphasis on the aesthetics of language and the use of techniques such as repetition, meter, and rhyme are what are commonly used to distinguish poetry from prose. Poems often make heavy use of imagery and word association to quickly convey emotions.

Structure of Poetry

The structure used in poems varies with different types of poetry. The structural elements include the line, couplet, strophe and stanza. Poets combine the use of language and a specific structure to create imaginative and expressive work. The structure used in some Poetry types is also used when considering the visual effect of a finished poem. The structure of many types of poetry results in groups of lines on the page which enhance the poem's composition.

LOVE OF MY LIFE

I met her in high school
I found her cool
She made me feel a certain way
That nobody could
So deep, original, unique, and so sweet
At times I would just sit back and listen to her speak
Type of chick you could vibe with
Rhyme with, smile with, even cry with
She was popular, but many dudes were afraid to be seen with her
Even if they messed with her, they often kept it to themselves for sure
I didn't care I showed her off
I showed that I was soft
She made me more attractive to girls
At least so I thought
I was faithful as I did her all thru high school
And then relaxed
Later on, I realized I wanted her back
She was a pastime, a hobby that I used when I was bored
And as I grew older, I needed her more
Therefore, it went from a fling to actually going steady
She was my main squeeze although she had been already
She was into my flow, my swag,
And the way I could write
In her name, I could bless a paper onsite
With only a pen we survived and became closer and tighter
I would write poems about her
I was inspired
She made me brighter
She was my provider
But mentally
She would stimulate me emotionally and spiritually
Never physically
Our relationship wasn't physical
She is my passion and I mean it literal
She is what drives me and I mean in general

With her I can clown around
I've analyzed and studied her up and down
I get excited every time when she comes around
Commercial and underground
She's been profound since the ultrasound
She's everything to me she's my environment
She has met everybody except my parents
And she understands
Her and I will die together pen and page in hand
She's my best friend
The one I go to when I need to vent
She'll always comfort me during times of stress
She opens up to many people but I have love and respect
For she's the only one that can fuck with my head
My feelings evolved
I went from loving her to being in love
With only her words, she can gimme a hug
I do her out of passion; I do her for the love
Some do her for the money, others just because
She does it free
She's a slut but she's clean
I come to her when the skies are gray
In fact, I don't think I would be able to make it thru the day

She completes me in every way
I go to her night morning or day
I can talk to her about my past, my present, my future
I've told her all and she understood,
No matter the topic it's always all good
When she spreads her legs, I spread my wings
She puts my right hand to work as I begin to think
Serene
Even if we break up she'll always be apart of me
Thru my history, she is my destiny
My whole ecstasy
My only reason for being
My liberty
Forever the love of my life
Poetry

-ELITE-

5-15-09


        ESSENCE OF POETRY


    In my world, poetry is of the essence. It is of the greatest
    importance, crucial, somewhat like time ... priceless and
    timeless like wine. By nature, essentially my mind labors in
    poetic fashion causing poetic justice.
    It exists, it incorporates everything I stand and live by and for ...
    The essence being the most important ingredient, in poetry
    that would be honesty, the humility you bring to express
    yourself in a zone caring less about your surroundings as u
    interpret justice onto a page, and keeping it real is of the poetic
    essence in the ELITE realm of thinking ...
    As I find myself traveling solo most of the time in this
    poetically determined conquest, to get my messages across, I
    see that I do not lead a path alone, for I have steps that carry on
    beside me. They being of my P.P.I.C (poetic partner in crime),
    your title became my thoughts.
    My thoughts became an art
    This art form we share is of high significance, but only because
    to our souls, it is of "THE ESSENCE"
    Your passion for equality, your understanding for a love that
    which I share, is perhaps irreplaceable ...
    As your dome swells like a helium-filled balloon, I smile,
    knowing I have put a smile on your face bringing nothing but
    honesty, humility, and artisanship in my way. All being my
    elements of the essence of poetry ...
    There are only five elements of evil: Lust, Envy, Jealousy,
    Greed, and Hate ... and as long as I have the three elements
    of poetry: Honesty, Humility, and Passion, I will nevermore
    submit to evil!
    As I conclude historically,
    just know that right now you are the essence of my poetry
    -ELITE-

    5/06


    MY POETRY

    Poetry is a gift, it is piff when I spit.
    Knowing what you get, every time is the shit
    darkness turns bright; every night when I write
    my mind becomes loose when my rhymes become tight
    It sets me free, as I escape the world's miseries
    when the world rejects, poetry lets me be.
    It lets my body relax makes happiness begin
    I will continue this art form until the day of the end.
    When all the doors close, a poem lets me in
    Into a completely new world with all friends no foes, some
    jokes no hoes, but in concentration mode, as long as there is a
    pen I will never be alone!
    It gets my mind going, my blood starts flowing, my feelings
    start showing, my heart starts glowing, and I get excited like a
    little kid when it starts snowing ...
    It is unexplainable, understandable but separates me from the
    rest, so I guess its seperational!
    It is a passion, my poetry's in action; it allows me to express
    myself in artistic fashion.
    Until I settle down poetry is my wifey, but forever in a days,
    poetry is my life bee
    Tuesday, May 02, 2006
    -ELITE-


        SUMMER HAIKU

    Different colors
    Now appearing before us
    As heat takes over the land


        WHEN I WRITE

    When I write it is lopsided
    One sided affair when my pen and page are united
    Collided
    Poetry with a nasty flow
    Crazy loco hunchback Quasimodo
    Hydro smoke blow
    Natural high that rise up to your nose bone
    Stone cold smoking skull
    From a world, that has me in a chokehold
    Strangled I fold like a bad hand
    Embrace the cards I'm dealt
    My feelings are heart felt
    Emotional tremendous but subliminally
    Horrendous
    Never visual
    Nothing physically is visibly noticeable
    Nomad
    But interiorly
    Enough energy to part seas
    I never wish hurt on no man
    That's my word man
    But I kill'em on a sheet
    As I watch the crime rate increase
    Murder rates ridiculously obscene
    Unseen
    Unity is a state of mind when you're clean
    Ask the queen
    Me not writing is like waking up from a good dream

    -ELITE-

Chapter Three

DECODING THE PAST

SUPERBOWL SUNDAY

This has nothing to do with football, but everything to do with escaping reality. It does not rhyme and it may be corny even cheesy. However, it is what it is and they are my feelings now in time. Loneliness, at a time when I should be here watching the game with you instead of writing this. I mean I am still watching the game, but its halftime right now and Paul McCartney is singing some bullshit, which is just depressing me more. How old do they think the people watching this are?

I do not eat in the morning thinking about you. I do not eat in the evening thinking about you. At night, I cannot sleep because I am hungry! I am being somewhat humorous in order to mask the pain. Laughter is necessary through tough times in life. I actually do eat. Too much sometimes, but my fast metabolism prevents it from showing. Kudos to my metabolic and digestive system.

I try hard not to miss you. I tell myself I do not. I am in denial. I am afraid. I am sad. I am alone!

Do I miss your touch? Your smile? Your scent? Your ass? Your presence? Your overall company or am I kidding myself? Perhaps I just miss having someone. Someone to fill the huge gap, which is the void that you have left. The more I try to forget about you the more I think about you. The more I hate you for not sticking with me the more I miss you. It is not fare. Maybe if I would have cheated on you, hit you, lied to you, maybe you would have wanted me in your life. For the ones that give 110% in a relationship, honest, give their all, are the ones given up on. Ain't that a bitch.

Do not dare say you loved me as much as I loved you. That will never be true. Long shot. Not in a million years. It was never equal. You were the first to know everything while I was always last. You were always my first, sometimes too often, while I was often second or 3rd.

As the patriots and the eagles kill themselves in this 7-7 tie, my emotions are killing me. Wait ... TOUCHDOWN! New England just took a 14-7 lead. Like my feelings, they vary from hour to hour. I want you but I do not. I want you and I do not. I need you, but I guess I really do not. I am still here! I do not care about this game, except that I have money on the pats. I do not care if there is food even though I must eat. Do not care if there is air even though I must breath. Do not matter if there is any gas because my car no longer has anywhere to go. I guess I am old fashioned, but I like happy endings. I guess there is none here except for the fact that I have sports to distract my mind from you momentarily.

Just wished you would have loved me the same way that I loved you. As I keep pouring my mind, heart, and soul on paper, eventually I will move on and life will be good again.

Oh, shit! Show me the money!

The patriots won! 24-21!

Fuck you pay me!

-ELITE-

2-6-05

    LYRICAL SUICIDE

    Visions of nightmares dancing through my head
    Apocalypse is near I'm alive but I'm dead.
    I'm present in the future but the past is seen red.
    Blood flows Armageddon's further then first said.
    Too close to stay calm or turn back run forward instead.
    As the earth rotates
    Everyone has likes and distastes
    All flavors have to be tasted
    Regardless if it's sweet, sour, our grape
    Life's great if you learn to learn from mistakes
    When you don't grasp it becomes a disgrace
    My words are like a million man march
    Follow or chase
    I inspire through the wire with no affiliation to known society
    or race
    Faith
    I have my own beliefs and my own mentality
    My own grief and my own harsh realities
    My own Christianity
    My own insanity
    Originality
    At the same time genuine superficiality
    Artificiality has overtaken this planet
    Dammit
    I quit
    Cause quite frankly I've had it!

    -ELITE-

    Revised from 1-5-05

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents

WRITER'S PROFILE....................2
WHO IS ELITE....................4
ELITE....................6
ELITEACROSTIC....................7
ELITE'S RANDOM THOUGHTS....................8
DEFINITION AND STRUCTURE....................11
LOVE OF MY LIFE....................12
ESSENCE OF POETRY....................15
MY POETRY....................16
SUMMER HAIKU....................17
WHEN I WRITE....................18
SUPERBOWL SUNDAY....................21
LYRICAL SUICIDE....................23
HIP-HOP....................24
INTERNAL JOURNEY....................26
COMFORT ZONE....................27
ANOTHER UNTITLED....................28
JUST A THOUGHT....................29
MEMORIES LAST....................31
SILENT KILLER....................34
PRODIGY....................35
9/11....................36
"9"....................37
AN A TO Z ABOUT ME....................41
VENTING OUT....................48
RICE AND BEANS....................49
FRAGILE LION....................51
HOME SWEET GHETTO....................54
MY ESCAPE....................56
I'M THE TYPE....................57
WHEN IM GONE....................59
MY PHILOSOPHY....................60
LEARNING TO ADAPT....................61
NEVER COMPROMISED....................62
MISUNDERSTOOD....................64
I'M....................65
THE UNKNOWN....................67
THE MESSAGE....................68
SUPER LIRICA....................70
DIVERSIFIED INK....................71
FIRST IMPRESSION....................72
A DAY IN A LIFE....................73
I WANNA WRITE....................75
VIDEO GAME MIND STATE....................77
SORE LOSER....................79
SELF ASSURED....................80
WARRIOR....................81
UNOFFICIAL SYNOPSIS....................85
VENOMOUS QUARREL....................86
FUTURISTIC QUATRAINS....................87
REINCARNATED SOULS....................88
GRAMMATICAL EVOLUTION....................89
SNOW FLAKES....................90
SOCIAL SECURITY....................91
KNOWLEDGE....................92
NAMELESS WILD CREATURES....................95
#23....................97
I TOO, RISE: ODE TO MAYA....................98
APRIL SKILLZ....................100
CEREBRAL WARFARE....................102
WORDS FROZEN IN TIME....................103
EXPRESSION....................104
INSECURITY....................105
ACRONYM....................106
ALCHEMY....................107
REGULATED FIENDS....................108
FIGHTING....................110
THE SECRET....................113
VISINE....................114
AMERICA'S NIGHTMARE....................115
THE LAUREATE....................119
BROKEN HEART....................123
BELIEVE....................124
HOPELESS LOVE....................125
CAN'T MOVE ON....................126
JOURNEY WITH NO PATH....................127
LETTER TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE....................128
LOVE MAKING....................129
MOON SHADOW....................130
MOVING ON....................131
THANK YOU....................132
TRUE BEAUTY....................134
MADRE MIA....................135
YOUR LIPS....................136
TEN TWENTY ONE TEN....................137
WITHOUT YOU....................140
NO COMPARISON....................141
STORYTELLERS....................142
IDYLLIC ATTRACTION....................143
YOUR VOICE NEXT TO MINE....................145
EVOLUTION OF US....................146
TIC TAC TOE....................147
ROMANTIC ESCAPE....................148
WONDERING....................149
TRAGEDIES....................151
LONELINESS....................153
TORN....................154
LOCAL ABADDON....................156
WHY....................157
MENTAL PURGATORY....................158
KNOWLEDGE GOD 17....................160
LETTER TO THE UNBORN....................161
IF I DIE TONIGHT....................164
INCARCERATED SOULS....................165
UNTITLED....................166
LETTER FROM THE DEAD....................169
OUTRO....................171
CONCLUSION....................172
THE GRAND FINALE....................173
ADDRESS TO GOD....................178

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