Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I Continue To Dream

I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.
And a song with a broken heart and I ask you:
Do you understand my dreams?
Sometimes you say you do,
And sometimes you say you don't.
Either way it doesn't matter.
I continue to dream.

Langston Hughes

The New Colossus (1883)

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus

Let America Be America Again-Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!

Sunday, January 2, 2011

American Dream Poem

American Dream:

Living the American Dream is not as simple as many are lead to believe.

Believe in what they see may not always be the truth.

You think about how the world strains education upon you as a key to life. Life holds keys with answers that may not be chosen.

Some people search their whole lives for a simple understanding of life.

So powerful they have become, leave yet thy fly.

In searching for the truth humans laid classification to separate men from man. Man has a mind thy child past has over rained.

Some children are brilliant to a point of sticking to the basics.

Thy flown in education is the essence of a brilliant man.

We as people become so smart yet we are so dumb.

Like computers a mind of a man wonders for thy presence of laziness.

The daily lives we live creates great amount of pressure on us that our own ignorance subjects our own stupidity.

The cycle of thy man's ignorance on omen has been created.

Mediocre things in life can taint our own mind and how smart we are.

Simplicity of a man creates thy chambers of loneness.

We live in a world were we make things simple to justify a life that we live.

If Thy chose not to understand; Thy shall not truly understand.

The world has come to a point where a piece of paper is the judgment of how great mind can be.

The educational system has created false hopes and under achievements, where you are educated on how much funds you can produce.

If education is the key, be let the rains for that key.

What is education?

Some people are not educated enough because of lack of funds.

They are educated in other places which means that man's built on education is not the only true form of an educated person.

The mind is built to learn so whom is to say that thy mind is not a learning mind. The world has become so distant that people educate on paychecks. "Social Promotion" is a huge concern in the low-income areas of the world.

Since they don't have what we call a "Corporate Education," then the general world will classify them as uneducated or illiterate.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Current American Dream

The current American Dream has not changed completely over the decades, but has been redefined by it's new ages. It remains to be the simple thought of building yourself up to be something that you can look at as a success and be proud of as the true hard working citizen you are. Much like the new improvements in people, economy and the environment there are new improvements in the ideas which will vary in little ways over time, but keep the same structure of living a better life by making goals in your own life to reach that American Dream.


The 1990's was more of a modern time filled with new ideas and creations. That's what Americans were after, the new invention. In 1992 the world wide web was invented. With the new types of media or even the introduction to the internet people saw technology as something to start using or depend on. During this time not only were technologies coming alive, but new generations of people were being reinvented. Graduation rates for high schools had increased.