Detroit Rock City

Man when I heard the famous band KISS, I was astonished how they looked and how they got the reputation of being zeros to my heros. People would make fun how they looked like. Paul Stanley as vocals and guitar and had his face painted as a rockstar. Erick singer as the drums he was obsessed with cats so he painted his face like a cat.

Tommy Thayer as guitar, he was the one obsessed with plants, so he painted himself with two leaves coming out of his ears. And the daddy of them all. Gene Simmons. He is known as the black flame, because you couldn't see him mostly and he will literally burn the whole stage with actual fire. He is leading guitars and vocals. He painted himself as the devil.  

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The new generation...

Man. This part of my day really lifts me up. After school when my very cramped, old, and stubborn old bus leaves me in my stop. I go and help some first graders. Seeing them in their little chair and the round table that they work at, I sometimes ponder and imagine how it was in Mexico when I was in first grade.  Little classroom, not that much space, and not that much plants. Now I see how they treat this generations children. I always wanted a Mango everyday after school when I was in Mexico. Sometimes I did not have time to eat or even have a place to be in. I used to live with my aunt. It was only me and my mom. Whenever I wanted a toy I would steal it like the fruit I would steal from the local blind person. He would not stare or hear me. But the children here in this generation are very lucky. And they have care. Im happy that this generation's children are attentive and have the supplies they need for the future. 

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Poems, and History..

I always have these nice quotes that I make in my head, for my future poems. Since I was 5 I made incredible poems. From a talking crocodile searching for its food, to me defining what "Poverty" really means. I hear stories from all over the world. And most of them relate to achieving the "American Dream". I came here Illegal. From a little poor city that even the elders cry for the future. I have always try to achieve the "American Dream", since I came here when I was 7. I remember when my mom called the "coyote", to find a pathway to achieve to the United States to see my father, which I have not seen. I have always cried myself tonight when I was small to see my father or to even know if he is still alive. When me and my mom took off to the Mexican - American border all I remember is people dying from the heat and the coldness of the plains, the condors flying over us, and the Adrenaline and the worry that my mom had in her eyes when I looked back at her when we passed the border. When I went to middle school. All I have seen is racism, hatred, bullies, and Poverty. I had no way to express myself but in words. So I tried Poetry. And it worked. I wish you guys can appreciate the poems I make and the different stories I have to share.

MUSIC.. How it changed my life.. !

Have you ever had that experience that you are liking a music genre, and  your friends say that your music genre is "wack", and they just tell you to listen to 'their' own music genre? Well that has happened to me many times and I have noticed that I was influenced under peer pressure. Music probably started with the early renaissance fair, probably between 1000 B.C and 1200 B.C.. Well for other people Music is just a start of a new day, or just the end of a really bad day. Music is everywhere. Even in a place you have not even encountered there is Music. Well my story for music is very unique.  I was born in Mexico, and I liked this music genre. It was called "Duranguense". I liked it all my life, and I still like it with all the new singers and the different instruments. But it all changed for me because I was pressured to listen this really dumb "Reagaeton". All they talked about was sex, drugs, and women. But I don't even think they could even get a girl. I hated it so much that I took sometime to throw the CD's of Daddy Yankee, Tito el Bambino, and all those crappy artists that really had no voice. I was so lonely that I did not even talk to my family. But until an angel came from above and granted me a "Electric Guitar", I was shoked just too see it and hold it in my two weak hands. I have not felt music like this, I said in my mind. I started to listen a lot of good classic rock songs and heavy rock songs. I like how Slash played "Sweet child o' mine". The best music a guitar made was in that song. And I realized that Rock was around very many times. In the Adrenaline of Soldiers fighting for Justice. And for even the weak at heart, that are clueless for what is around them. I pray for all of those people to open their own eyes. I pray for them. And This is how MUSIC saved my life.