"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Vanilla skies while driving through the Highway. Crossbronx. An express way right into the darkest Cave I have ever known to exist after suffering an onslaught, Of whips, Fists, And lips opening for loaded tongues rolling shots towards you, Off the tip... Bullets fired from the tip of the morning. Father missing, His presence? I've... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, Poems can be small, Even if we have so much to say. Because, Silence overrides anything you would like to do, When all you feel at the moment, Is pain. Pain shooting up and down your spinal cord from working so hard on the hottest days. Pain stepping on your brittle toes, After walking... Continue Reading →
Definition of a Hustler: An enterprising person determined to succeed. A swindler using fraudulent methods to earn money. An expert gambler seeking challenges through the unsuspecting for? You guessed it, More money. Or, Simply, A prostitute with all eyes on some rich honey... Some days, I get confused about how I write and wonder if... Continue Reading →
You can look, But, Can't touch when I'm entering the Room. That opportunity was lost, After cutting me loose! Should've thought about the cost while I was trying to change at the price of what I had to lose. Now? I'm here riding past oceans as blue! As your misery... Configuring myself to what I... Continue Reading →
Oh! I love waking up to such a dazzling wife. Along with two children, Boy and girl, More intelligent than Dexter, 'The Boy Genius', Himself. All the chirps and sounds of bushes dancing to the winds of Tranquility, While flipping through countless books full of stories we bring to life without ever taking notice until... Continue Reading →
If you ever doubted me, I still love you. But, I'm Ready to rap circles all around a love triangle I was cornered in. All the squares who wouldn't shape up while I kept flowing in, A space full of stars burned out. Smoke everywhere with Death trying to bring a hearse out. 1800s everywhere... Continue Reading →
What am I doing? Is the question that I keep moving through a mind I can only sooth with a drink on most nights. But... Before I'm too far gone, I March on, With this talent I was given at Birth. A Death I was blessed to go through so that I can surf, On... Continue Reading →
How is it possible to react with Love, Since I've known Anger for much longer? An emotion esurient in nature, Coercing my mind to wear it like a badge of honor. And, In blunt fashion, Persuading my hands to cap off my night with Marijuana smoke and offer, My Demons, A hit or two, As... Continue Reading →
Shy, Reserved and quiet I was as a curious kid growing past all Pain The South Bronx had to offer. Observing a family rife with internal turmoil from the get go. Yet, No matter how many fists were thrown, No matter how many times Grandma had called police during our lovely, 'Heartwarming' reunions every Sunday... Continue Reading →
I feel like, The day others would care to see if I'm doing fine, Is when I die. "I know he's in heaven watching us from the sky..." "He's with God now, Rather than suffering in a world where he mostly cried in..." I can only imagine the narrative. "Why couldn't he reach out for... Continue Reading →
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