Poetry comes back into my life, full circle, every time I'm squared by trials and tribulations I so desperately need to conquer. Regardless of two shins bruised by a maddening search for peace and tranquility through a field of burning coal, I anticipate the relief I'll feel as soon as I take that first step... Continue Reading →
Mary Jane Who? (Repost)
Smoking weed isn’t as special as others make it seem like. After a while you’ll find yourself asking, “Can’t I be doing something better for myself right now?” Usually where I end up at the end up like this moment finishing my first blunt of the day. Feels like my personal demons manifested in the... Continue Reading →
A Look Back At The Boogie Down
Jobs are hard to stay consistent with, at least for me. If there is no purpose my soul can find within any kind of structure of work, then by God will I rebuke it to the hottest flame Hell has to offer. But, as a top flight security guard in the boogie down, South Bronx,... Continue Reading →
Rotten Apples
Why is this rotten feeling inside of me whenever I'm not clouded by weed smoke?Why can't I just smile and enjoy the day without a teardrop or two drowning that possibility away?Most call it anxiety,But,Maybe it's my refusal to be myself in world that stopped inspiring me,The day my ex left me in dumpster of... Continue Reading →
Traversed
Guess what…I might of explored,Ashamed of my past while all I wanted was a friend.But,I guarantee,That if your girl spent a night with me,She wouldn't want to go back with you again!And,I'm not even a player,Player.I've just been sitting on the bench observing others lacking taste women can savor,Shooting their shot!To be bricked when they're... Continue Reading →
Burnt Toast
A miasma of deceit pervaded my mind as soon as she spoke.Yet,Who am I to question where and who I chose to spend the night with.Even if she were with someone else prior to our meeting,I was captivated by the way her words flowed as I stood silent.Just,Listening to what she had to say as... Continue Reading →
The Target That Won’t Die
Insane,Isn't it?How our demons target us while they rest soundly in our minds.And,They come in different forms of pain,Promises and lies!Like…Neighbors that'll claim that they're there to pick you up from a fall…Lies like,Words of honor others wrought to be broken by a call!Made by their inner child while intoxicated by the alcohol!They would rather... Continue Reading →
Will I Survive? 1.
Distant even if I don’t want to be. But, as much as I long for someone’s touch, I’ve had to keep far away from everything. People, poetry, sports, work to some degree. Everything. I’ve had to clear my mind of all the lies I’m told each time I bother reaching out for any kind of... Continue Reading →
The Boogeyman Is Tired
Quiet and observant!Is how one must be when you’re anything like me.Because,When you’re a man as lonely as I’ve been,Not only are you silenced,But!Deleted from society and its “toxic” environment,Where most spearhead a protest against those too vibrant!And,Alive in a city dead of hopes and dreams,Replaced by hope in dope and creeds misleading anyone with... Continue Reading →
Rootz Of A Lost Bronx Child – Freewrite #38
Had to take a minute to sit down and reflect on my state of mind hoping I can get to know myself a little bit more. Because, as much as I love to write my heart away, my palms itch for some difference. Something to take my eyes away from memories I'm sick of replaying... Continue Reading →