The Poison Fountain – Day 33, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Today's piece is more of a statement than prose or a poem. There aren't many rhythms I can think of this very moment. All I can think of is escaping from a family that has lost its mind in ways I never thought would happen growing up as a lonely kid in the South Bronx.... Continue Reading →

Just A Messenger – Day 3

At this point,I know I'll never find love again.I mean,I'm boring with a tendency to repent for my sins after gaining some sense,On what's more important in life.And,Most women I've encountered aren't into that… Especially,If you're a broken man!Like me.With zero dollars in a bank account to seize.Living with family that aren't family to me... Continue Reading →

To Rise Again

I must accept it because it's what God wants.I want to be a baller,A player,But,That wasn't God's call.I tried to hang it up!But,God looked at me and said,"You will not fall!"Any longer…

Scared For What?

Been so full of fear lately,For reason I cannot explain yet.But,Can I eliminate it without knowing every answer to each question I ask myself way,Way too often?I only ask because,I've been trying to find them!And,Have continously failed,To no avail,Knowing that I've need help along my way...Reaching out my hand to others just,To watch more of... Continue Reading →

Been About What

All I’ve been about is change,A chance to pay for my sins.Indebted to a God I couldn’t see until I closed my eyes and believed in confidence,And walked with bliss,While promising the man in my mirror I would smile,No matter what kind of time it is…

Suffered My Karma, Now Reborn.

Lights all around the neighborhood illuminate and flicker, As he feels His presence approaching his fractured soul, Only this moment seems different. As He arrives, No thread & needle to sow back shards of his broken heart, But a lesson learned in the name of love, While blood drips from his finger tips...

Tell A Vision (To Be Continued)

Kind of feels like, We're further divided as communication becomes more convenient. And, What's devious to me? Is how accepting we are of a division, Where we're split by the difference in the nature of our vision, For the Lesser of our own kind imprisoned, By their own ignorance. Ignorance learned from a set of... Continue Reading →

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