Snowpiercer – Day 130, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

My mind is like,A train looping into the tracks of a rollercoaster.Two destinations.Two places I don't desire to be in,But,Have no other choice besides living amongst crows soaring,Above my nightmares and dreams… Crows rustling behind bushes and weeds,In hoods robbing me of joy I grieve,Everyday,Passing by as fast as the hourhand on a clock I... Continue Reading →

Less Is More

An abundance of power found in my departure from a home I was never part of.Apart from having no one by my side,I've never really been alone the more I looked up as a means of catharsis.Been down for quite a while now,Bar none,But,I rose from the inner depths of a Hell only mutilated souls... Continue Reading →

Crematorium

Home feels like,An ash tray where we litter our bridges lit by the embers we ignite,Whether it's the sunshine or,Mary Jane wrapped in a sheet of anger you choose to let simmer and burn her… Left in the dust!Was I,Within a home I could never call my own,As my old soul grew aware of the... Continue Reading →

Missing Person

Turn the phone off, clean up your space, wear your best smile, t-shirt and disappear! At least, it's what my brain's been telling me to do for the past few days. And, there is not a single reason I can find convincing me otherwise within a heart yearning to deliquesce into an ocean of Love... Continue Reading →

The Prelude

This time,His stomach growled like a Lion salivating in front of his wounded prey.His response?"Maybe,Someone would be kind enough to grant me a plate,Later on today..."Didn't have many ways to eat,Nor have a chance to reach REM sleep in such a long time.Hopping from a bench,To the next,Just asking for a penny,Quarter,Nickel or a dime.Residing... Continue Reading →

Socked To The Curb

Walking through this desolate New York City I sometimes refer to as a scorching Hell, A sock was found in a grave-like ditch when crossing over to Broadway. Taking notice of so many bodies empty of compassion, All I can ask myself is, Who's foot was in that sock? Were there too many in his... Continue Reading →

Home For The Dropoutz

A drop out from the school of Conformity, yes. A graduate from the school of being yourself? Most definitely... Striving, I am, to live within a domicile built with every piece of love that exists on planet Earth. But what are those pieces exactly? Its physical manifestation? And, how do you possibly obtain them? I've... Continue Reading →

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