Going all in.What does that mean,Exactly?Does it mean giving everything up,Including a full plate of satisfaction?Staying hungry,Yet,Satiated by the joy of your passion?I only ask because,I'm not happy knowing I've been hired for a new job,I already desire to quit before starting my first day for what I truly want… A stage where I can... Continue Reading →
In Hot Pursuit! – Day 17, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
What are we here to pursue?Is it a job where we dress in a suit,And a tie while we lie to ourselves and choose,Money over a dream we give an excuse,To put to the side for a bill,Painted with more falsehoods than truth? Obvious,Isn't it?What do you think of more often than dollars printed in,Infrared... Continue Reading →
How Many Plates Are Too Many? – Day 13, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Feels like it will never end, the suffering. The internal carnage between who I really want to be versus what others envision me as. A disease seeping out of my pours, transforming into new fixations I never thought would cripple me on most nights. It's not the weed, nor the booze. Now? It's a plate... Continue Reading →
Melodic Truths Must Be Told pt. 1 – Day 7, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Rapping was something I never thought I'd fall out of love with,But,I did.Too much time was spent wrapping my head around my existence,As dead is how I imagined it.Yet,Here I am rhyming words,Again,In a less reckless fashion more fitting for man with many chips,On two shoulders,Too exhausted,To keep holding on to weight equilibrated with,Each tear... Continue Reading →
Recipe For Art
Art is usually made through darkness within.Motions where incisions are made,Into visions replayed,Through your pupils from intuitions relayed,From your spirit to your mind.Projected onto a canvas of your choosing,Every time your eyes open to sunshine…
T.K.O.
Dying isn't easy because,You have to remain silent within a grave.Gravel?The blindfold from sun rays revealing a hideous face,Worn to the point of no return while gazing into limbo.From a window fogging up by blunts of endo as I get low…Like,The window next to me that's been closed…But I,Understand how it's my consequence for snooping... Continue Reading →
Don’t Know Where You’re Painting, But I Do…
Smoke consumes his entire image.Nothing to see,But,What others place on a canvas I'm flicking,Paint behind what they believe to be the back of a life going backwards by the minute!No sweat… When it all fades as I turn around,The truth will be endowed and expose every lie left behind a pen,I kept busy swaying back... Continue Reading →
Starving For A Different Kind Of Plate
I wouldn't know where to start after fasting for 24 hours straight regardless of how hellbent I am to change my entire life.Because, no matter how angrily confused you've been for the past x amount of time, you'd think you'd know the beginning to a new life you've built inside of your mind already. You'd... Continue Reading →
Plastic World
Nothing really matters anymore,In a City war-torn from all the trauma it doesn’t want to deal with anymore.So,When I walk down the block on Broadway,For some Chicharron you can see at Mambi’s cooking all day,I shake my head at everybody putting up an act,After being called to “action”… But,I don’t want to waste my mother... Continue Reading →
Mangu Con Los Tres Golpes
Blood runs deep in the veins of every single Human being. Yet, Still feel like an Alien who doesn't belong on Earth's gorgeous grass flowing to the winds of every step I take... "Eh, Ten fi'ty Sir." " Even if it's 7 bucks for anyone who's darker than me... "Uhm, Gracias senior, Buen dias." A... Continue Reading →