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 →

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 →

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 →

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