https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm Common Theme: Peace in Life en-us 2017-02-26 19:16:44 UTC 2026-01-11 12:31:23 UTC hello@padlet.com kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156268286 Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins, 
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, 
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You Capulet; shall go along with me:
And, Montague, come you this afternoon, 
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.]]> 2017-02-26 19:56:49 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156268286 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156270566 ‘Cause mom said I’d be crossing borders
Never be afraid even when you’re cornered
Stand up straight, fight your way
Fight your way, fight your way
All these people here
Staring and looking at me
Shaking their heads eyes
Down strong on me
What’s wrong with me?
Can you tell me now?
What’s wrong with me?
Can you tell me, now?
The anger, the cruelty, I deserve it
And I’d do anything to
Be what they call perfect
Then maybe I could find
A place to call my own and belong
But if only I was strong
I’ll be walking with my eyes down
Eyes down, eyes down
I’ll keep my eyes down
Eyes down, eyes down
’Cause mom said I’d be crossing borders
Never be afraid even when you’re cornered
Stand up straight, fight your way
Fight your way, fight your way
Through the borders
Through the borders
Through the borders
Fight your way, fight your way
Through the borders
Through the borders
Through the borders
Fight your way, fight your way
Stand up, fall down, up again
Up against the pressure I am in
Slowly but surely I begin
Jumping trains ‘cause I know I can win
Oh fear not ‘cause
I know I’m in his hands
Though I can’t see
I know there’s a plan
So thick the fog but
I know I can trust
The feelings that
I feel when the roads rough
I gotta be tough with my eyes down
Eyes down, eyes down
Strong in my stance with my eyes down
Eyes down, eyes down
’Cause mom said
I’d be crossing borders
Never be afraid even
When you’re cornered
Stand up straight, fight your way
Fight your way, fight your way
Through the borders
Through the borders
Through the borders
Fight your way, fight your way
Through the borders
Through the borders
Through the borders
Fight your way, fight your way
No, I won’t play pretend
I can’t pretend
There’s so much more up ahead
All that’s up ahead
No, I won’t play pretend
There’s so much more ahead
Through the borders
Through the borders
Through the borders
Fight your way, fight your way
Through the borders
Through the borders
Through the borders
Fight your way, fight your way
Through the borders
Through the borders

]]> 2017-02-26 20:28:05 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156270566 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156270958 When searching for the lost remember 8 things.
1. 
We are vessels. We are circuit boards
swallowing the electricity of life upon birth.
It wheels through us creating every moment,
the pulse of a story, the soft hums of labor and love.
In our last moment it will come rushing 
from our chests and be given back to the wind.
When we die. We go everywhere.
2. 
Newton said energy is neither created nor destroyed.
In the halls of my middle school I can still hear 
my friend Stephen singing his favorite song. 
In the gymnasium I can still hear 
the way he dribbled that basketball like it was a mallet 
and the earth was a xylophone.
With an ear to the Atlantic I can hear
the Titanic’s band playing her to sleep,
Music. Wind. Music. Wind.
3. 
The day my grandfather passed away there was the strongest wind,
I could feel his gentle hands blowing away from me. 
I knew then they were off to find someone 
who needed them more than I did.
On average 1.8 people on earth die every second.
There is always a gust of wind somewhere.
4. 
The day Stephen was murdered
everything that made us love him rushed from his knife wounds
as though his chest were an auditorium
his life an audience leaving single file.
Every ounce of him has been 
wrapping around this world in a windstorm
I have been looking for him for 9 years.
5.
Our bodies are nothing more than hosts to a collection of brilliant things.
When someone dies I do not weep over polaroids or belongings,
I begin to look for the lightning that has left them,
I feel out the strongest breeze and take off running.
6.
After 9 years I found Stephen.
I passed a basketball court in Boston
the point guard dribbled like he had a stadium roaring in his palms
Wilt Chamberlain pumping in his feet,
his hands flashing like x-rays,
a cross-over, a wrap-around
rewinding, turn-tables cracking open,
camera-men turn flash bulbs to fireworks.
Seven games and he never missed a shot,
his hands were luminous.
Pulsing. Pulsing.
I asked him how long he’d been playing,
he said nine 9 years
7. 
The theory of six degrees of separation
was never meant to show how many people we can find,
it was a set of directions for how to find the people we have lost.

I found your voice Stephen,
found it in a young boy in Michigan who was always singing,
his lungs flapping like sails
I found your smile in Australia, 
a young girl’s teeth shining like the opera house in your neck,
I saw your one true love come to life on the asphalt of Boston.
8. 
We are not created or destroyed,
we are constantly transferred, shifted and renewed.
Everything we are is given to us.
Death does not come when a body is too exhausted to live
Death comes, because the brilliance inside us can only be contained for so long.
We do not die. We pass on, pass on the lightning burning through our throats.
when you leave me I will not cry for you
I will run into the strongest wind I can find
and welcome you home.]]> 2017-02-26 20:31:46 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156270958 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156273782 Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?  
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp 
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

]]> 2017-02-26 21:01:21 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156273782 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156274000 Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.]]> 2017-02-26 21:04:09 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156274000 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156275757 2017-02-26 21:25:49 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156275757 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156277547 Summer Dances reflects the tone of Borders. It starts out confident and happy, but quickly becomes somber. As it goes through we reach a more confident section, and then it goes back to cheery.]]> 2017-02-26 21:44:34 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156277547 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156278739 2017-02-26 21:58:30 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156278739 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156282642 2017-02-26 22:45:12 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156282642 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156408051 The common theme between the poems is finding or achieving peace in life. Prince's monologue talks about executing the Capulet's and Montague's if they disturbed the peace again. The others talked about getting through life or problems. Getting over your problems can cause peace. It was pretty fun making the project, but I waited until the last day so some of it was pretty rushed. If I could redo something, I'd probably redo everything]]> 2017-02-27 14:19:16 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156408051 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156474081 https://docs.google.com/a/rcisd.org/document/d/1vgJV8zmVsNplvzSGtTWhcpGfKcKxFSdQwffqh9fyBdY/edit?usp=sharing]]> 2017-02-27 16:45:29 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156474081 kingdj1 https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156481775 "The Concrete Rose." City Sports Report. 14 Nov. 2014. Web. 27 Feb. 2017.

"Meme Generator." Meme Generator - Imgflip. Web. 27 Feb. 2017.]]> 2017-02-27 17:03:55 UTC https://padlet.com/kingdj1/buh8wjbg6ixm/wish/156481775