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An elegantly comprised compilation of well written and thought provoking poems sure to convert even the most casual poetry enthusiast. A breath of fresh air plus a ground breaking piece form when the 20th and 21st centuries meet to incorporate old and new age scriptures with a unique blend of modern day work of art mixed with rhyme, honesty, and lyric, this book is a must read for anyone from hip hop heads to lovers of the fine arts and of poetry.
Bred from the holy undulation of a Seraphim and Minotaur, Elite rose forth from the flames of Hades, fighting demons and winning ladies through all 9 layers of hell. The sonnets enshrined within are a testament to his bravery, valor, chivalry, and intellect. Engage, dear reader, if you've the strength of will.
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ISBN-13: | 9781467097956 |
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Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
Publication date: | 02/15/2012 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
Pages: | 196 |
File size: | 544 KB |
About the Author
Jeffrey DeLaRosa, aka "Elite" is a young Dominican American poet from the urban city of Passaic in New Jersey where he was born, raised, and currently resides. He has been an aspiring poet as far back as he can remember. Ever since he learned how to read and write he hasn't been able to remove a pen from his hand. His passion, his love, and his principle hobby has always been writing.
His unique writing style and the amazing art of translating his thoughts into free-flowing words as well as transcribing these thoughts into an elegant form has always been a topic of discussion and admired among relatives, peers, and co-workers alike. His goal is to share this gift with the world in hopes of bringing poetry and the art of writing to a place where it has never been before.
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Keepin' It Real, Always
inside the mind of EliteBy Jeffrey DeLaRosa
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2012 Jeffrey DeLaRosaAll right reserved.
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
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
Keen 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
PoetryDEFINITION 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.
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....................2WHO 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