Beef with Chris Brown and Raz.B

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How do you tell someone you love them

How do you tell someone you love them...

I could write 50 reasons why i love you on plain pieces of paper so that I emphasise with BIG handwriting how much I love you. Then I could tear each reason up and stuff it filling it to the roof of the tin of your favourite hot-chocolate.
Hmm... something tells me that wouldn’t work, just simply a repetition of ‘aww’  and an array of flourishing smiles.

Some people find the best way is to genuflect on one knee and whilst magically pulling out a diamond encrusted ring towards their half. A ring worth four pay checks and in this economic climate/downturn it would be a huge gesture. But that is all it is... A gesture. Wave,Smile,nod,middle finger- these are all gestures but they all have different meanings. The ring doesn’t speak what one truly wishes to say and can be interpreted in so many different ways.

So how do you tell someone you love them... This question has deluded the many pages of cupids black book for centuries. Some people take the whole fairy tale shenanigan  to be a realistic representation of their own lives. Many have even ended up shooting their loved ones in the back with a sharp piece of metal. Joke, i promise you not. * please do not try this at home* May this have serious consequences on your relationship (s).

Love is a way of life, Twilight fanatics could define and interpret it as their own personal brand of heroine. Love manifests itself into something people starve for. The feeling of seeing couples stumble the streets of town with their linked arms in representation of bonding just like Olympic symbols. And as they walk persuading themselves and spreading this chemical into the air they unconsciously give others a feeling of relapse and weakness. However, just like a drug love has its consequences. Leaving many hungry and thirsty for the pursuit of happiness. The day you look into your others half eyes and feel their heartbeat tick like a metal pulse against your wrist and every beat plays your favourite soundtrack and at the same time you whisper 3 words.... I am happy.

We have all felt love at least once in our lives. How do you tell someone you love them...? Simple, the answer is at the beginning of your whole life. When your mother held you in her arms for the first time, that’s when you and her for that split second defined the meaning love.

One must not be blind in what they do.... They must remember that love is an emotion. An emotion that many human beings play and toy with to gain satisfaction in their own empty lives. My favourite quote from one of my favourite movies goes as follows; ‘ Because thats what people do... they leap and hope to God they can fly! Because otherwise, we just drop like a rock... wondering the whole way down..."why in the hell did I jump?" But here I am, falling. And there's only one person that makes me feel like I can fly... That's you.’

So how do you tell someone you love them.... take a chance because life is made out of strings of fate and consequences. Keep trying till you have succeeded, for there is nothing more beautiful in the way the sea kisses the shoreline no matter how many times it is sent away.

How do I tell you...

Raymond Pelekamoyo

The Urban Age

" Baby understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood "

The Urban Age ... Teenagers... Are We Misunderstood?

Christmas Tomorrow!

Obviously, It's Christmas tomorrow; and of course it's a day to enjoy!

But there are people accross the world who aren't lucky enough to recieve all that we do at Christmas time; people who don't have the money to afford presents or a full-out Christmas Dinner, people who are insecure at Christmas; the homeless, those who don't have families to spend the season with.

Please spare a thought for these people when you're opening your presents, when you're having fun, when you're tucking in to your Christmas turkey tomorrow. It's Christmas for them as well, so please spare them a thought!

Have a Great Christmas. Peace!

commentsVideo of Poetry with Jasmine on Vocals and Tapp on Keys



Hope you like this.... Was really fun to do.

Just me and Tapp on keys



This was a fun night. full of entertainment and laughter. Auction went down a treat and so did the mince pies. Hope you enjoy watching..

Be  Inspired*

Hood Up*

This is to anyone that has lost someone due to knife abuse..... Mostly to Blayne Ridgeway.
Live by the knife & Die by the Knife

Hood up
Let’s stroll these streets and put fear into people’s lives
Let us hang on the side and watch the streetlight flicker
A couple passes by and we joke and whisper, let’s knick her

Hood up
I’m thinking to myself ,’What’s Up’
And I can’t even answer.
My blood is pumping, I have a rush
Let’s do something as I spot some Breh
I can’t stop to stare
My hand starts twitching

Hood up
I approach him and next thing I know I’m staring
At him on the ground
“Run”
Screams my conscience
And run I do

Hood up
Now there’s a boy, standing in the corner,
There's a tear running down his face,
There's a blade, gripped between his fingers,
A knife filled with someone’s memories
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

My conscience is singing with excitement
“It means you're weak and sick inside,
A coward too, No cause for pride
Why not just throw that knife away
And live to see another day?
That would be brave and cause no grief -
Death is so long and life so brief.”

Hood Down....
*Police siren*
Voice in the Dark whispers
RUN!

A bling Mans dream

Imagine a life with one less sense
I’m talking about a life on the blind side
Waking up every day to the sound of...
 Birds playing your favourite harmony
Or the sound of tear drops falling from the sky.
But you have to face the reality that your eyes have their own little secret
A secret that you beg to see every single day.....

Well I’ll let you into a secret....
When a blind man wakes he is in fact dreaming
For when he is dreaming, he in is fact believing
He sees what he wants to see
His fairy tales become his reality
Problem...
His dreams are like politics
As much as he thinks he has power
He really has no control
So his dreams skip like a broken record
Or in fact like a broken clock.....
You see...To a blind man dreams Are like
Politics or should I say a miming multi coloured parrot
 For Polly will tick, tock tick, tick ,tock.... like he’s favourite harmony.

To a blind man.... seeing isn’t believing.
For we live in a world of violence and a blind man lives in paradise.
So if I had to describe blindness I would say.....“One mans bite is another mans hickie”

My Speech as Head Boy

Leavers Assembly Speech

by Raymond Detweiler P on Friday, May 28, 2010 at 9:41pm

Thomas Edison once said, “Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”

I remember telling the new year 7’s, coming to school is like boarding a plane and when you finish you can finally depart from this long and tiring journey. We as a sixth form have come across many challenges and just like turbulence it has given some of us a fear, a career conversion and even strengthened or challenged ones beliefs.

I remember entering the common room for the first time and waiting to cook up some traditional African food in the microwave, maybe even grab a can of coke from the vending machine and kick up my legs on the sofa and watch ben10 on the flat screen TV. Ohhhh was i so wrong...The only amusement I got was from watching Tomi Adenle do the soulja boy or watching Mr Ahmed playing basketball, which was pleasing to the eye.

I believe our time in the sixth form has been about finding out our true self, being different, I would call it. Being different mean; Not being afraid to challenge the norm, -being willing to take a chance,- asking why,- making your own track, not just following the well trodden path,- Charting you own course and destiny,- Being the person that you were meant to be.
I believe that everyone one of you is born unique. But thought the years we work very hard to be like everyone else, We conform to society’s so called “common sense”. Unfortunately it is just that- “common sense.” That does not mean its “good sense.” Keep that in mind.

I want to say a thank you to everyone that supported me as your Head boy. I also want to say thank you to your head girl Nicola, for when I was not a leader she was, for when i was weak she was strong. I know our partnership wasn’t the best and at times I saw sparks of brilliance from both of us. And now I think to myself that if we just gave it a try like Clegg & Cameron, Obama & Clinton and even Batman & Robin, then maybe the school would be a better place just like Gotham City.

I’m going to finish with a poem that was recited by Nelson Mandela, It goes,” What’s your deepest Fear? Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am i to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? And when we venture into our new lives we should remember that as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

So to you my fellow brothers and sisters.
My words to you are;

Most of you won’t even read unless there’s an exam in sight. But you know what? Every day of your life is an exam. Every day you either pass or fail the test of life. Every day is an opportunity to grow beyond your present barriers and circumstances. Every day is a chance to become a better person.
Keep running till you have fulfilled your destiny. And when you have you will be asked how? Then you can lift your head high and whisper....

“Because...I’m Different!!!”

A Poem Called Tomato

by Raymond Detweiler P

This is a love story.... Umm Been writing this for a while, my longest yet! took a whole day to write lol:P Umm This is the poem i will be reciting at many venues. If you have any questions, just ask :) Feel free to quote anything and add as your status whatever :) Poetri P

I remember the first time I laid eyes on you
And I caught you slipping
I caught youCatching me, Catching you , Checking me out
And for that split second the big hand stopped ticking
And all I could think about was.....Damn, who’s your friend??!?
And also for that split second, I was ignorant
I became like every other man
I ignored the answer right in front of my eyes

But when it ticked, it made sense
And so, we made a connection.....
Something strong I sensed as she danced.
Can’t turn away.
Hypnotized by her innocent yet crude charm
So let me continue, I whispered in her ear
I want to get in you....with every conversation, thought and touch.
And one thing led to another and we finally ....held hands.
Hands interlocked like zippers
We fitted like jigsaw pieces to an exotic portrait.
 Even now I sand down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other
 Because I can’t stomach the feeling of you being with another guy right now.
 But even he can’t stop time by holding your hand.
Some people read hands to tell futures,
But I read her palm to tell her past...Hoping I could be the roots to her future.

It’s funny, we didn’t even have to speak just...... smile a little.
She knew when I was not okay and when I was acting.
Abstract reality
Together we grew...younger
We spoke as fast as hummingbirds
And when she gasped for air I simply, inhaled her all back into me.
The best part....We were Lost in translation but still spoke the same language.
That language I could not tell you, for you would need to find it yourself.
It’s the type of love, love that makes lemons become sweet.
There’s nothing more beautiful in the way the ocean refuses to kiss the shoreline no matter how many times it is sent away.
So I pray one day I wake up in the morning and when I blink my eyes...
your smile is the only one I see.
I know we live in different worlds and I know we are always really busy but in my dreams you spin around me so fast....
I wake up dizzy.
Maybe it’s all the pirouettes you did around me.
But even when you walked, you had a hiccup in your swagger.
Which made my watch tick like a metal pulse against my wrist
.I want to be there with you to share every single one of your sunshine’s and save some for later...
Even tuck some in my shirt pocket and give you when the rain starts to fall.

Why did I write this?
When I think about you...all I want to do is pick up a pen and dream.

A teacher once told me... ”Raymond, stop planning the book and Write the damn book