At Least…

At least,I didn't lose my hands,My feet,Nor any other part of my body. At least,I didn't lose my pen,My journal,Nor my mind. Thank God!That,All I lost were ten dollars and not,My precious life… A life I care more for,Now,As I pay for the mistake I've wrought with endless tears falling from my,Eyes…

Perched On A Branch

Nowadays,I'm feeling good now that I pray more.Nothing else in my mind besides the hand that I raise for,A moment to write a line about the life that I crave for,A life I will live no matter what is on stage pouring out of my mind… Doesn't matter how dark the memory.I chose the light... Continue Reading →

Rain Of Terror

God is everything.And,I'm not a preacher trying to reach you.More like a teacher already tested by life trying to teach youth.Really,Whomever may come across me while I seek truth... Yet,How do you obtain it?The trend most are into nowadays in,A city bound to cave in to temptations,Of raising a cup of Koolaid up to our... Continue Reading →

Knees Drowning In Blood

What is life anymore? Is it a course of torment for the souls who mourn rest for most of their weary days? Or, Is there something at the end of a tunnel virtually endless as I crawl on bleeding knees while laughed at for, Cringing in pain... Too hard to tell nowadays...

The Guarantor

"An ascension is what we all search for.An excursion as common as the birth of life.Coming out as one with a choice to decide.Between a divide,Or,The chance to unite with what you've been connected to,Even if severance is inevitable…"

Whatever You Do…

Whatever you do,Remove yourself from a space shared by stars who saw their light as,Something to lose... Whatever you choose,Make a decision only if your heart is in it,So that you remain true... Because,Never have we known where we'll end up when we die,Since the beginning of a life,God forces us to own up to...... Continue Reading →

Long Poems Can Tire

Some poems are meant to be, Ephemeral. Short-lived. Like, Pain. Laughter. Love. And life... Just, One thought now buried in the past, Either making you laugh, Or cry...

A Legend.

I look back at my life some times and realize, I've come a long way just to reach a certain level of sanity... And vanity, Just glad to be, Me. It's a first, Just to face the mirror and smirk, Through thorny vines in this concrete jungle, The abyss of the struggle, Reminding you of... Continue Reading →

Poetic Livez

Poetry is everything. A world of observation all throughout history. Current life. While looking deep within Heart, Soul and spirit. A 'sentence' is a thought imprisoned in a 'timeline' of Death. Reawakened by our need to just, 'Know'. Giving birth to ideas, Leading to actions that make or break us...

Question Markz

"If you don't write your own life story, Somebody else is going to write it for you," Was the motto, For a hollowed heart filled by a liquor bottle, Where anyone can spot growth diminishing with every shot spiraling around a rabbit hole of, What if?...

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