afj - Hello Poetry

You can sense the sincerity in my breathe when i speak of my tragedies.. i wonder how life would be if i was born living lavishly?.. born with riches, and jewels, a chandelier and marble floor... curtains, and high ceilings and a kitchen with French decor.. human race; some of us start off with torn sneakers. others born with nutritionist, and fitness teachers, no i'm no preacher.. and no i'm not bashing the privileged.. but why pillage the fallen village, ? so let me finish. the human experience. go to school for 20 years, work for another Thirty. at best you'll retire at 65 and thats early.. Barely paid your house, finally own your vehicle... only to enjoy it for a couple years and you see it go?? *** then you get sick, and your dead at Seventy.. who can uncover lifes secrets who has the remedy? I think its out there somewhere but nobody is telling me.. till then, ill stay humming this silly melody. -afj.

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Jan 27, 2017

Jan 27, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC

Honestly.

You can sense the sincerity in my breathe when i speak of my tragedies.. i wonder how life would be if i was born living lavishly?.. born with riches, and jewels, a chandelier and marble floor... curtains, and high ceilings and a kitchen with French decor.. human race; some of us start off with torn sneakers. others born with nutritionist, and fitness teachers, no i'm no preacher.. and no i'm not bashing the privileged.. but why pillage the fallen village, ? so let me finish. the human experience. go to school for 20 years, work for another Thirty. at best you'll retire at 65 and thats early.. Barely paid your house, finally own your vehicle... only to enjoy it for a couple years and you see it go?? *** then you get sick, and your dead at Seventy.. who can uncover lifes secrets who has the remedy? I think its out there somewhere but nobody is telling me.. till then, ill stay humming this silly melody. -afj.

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"All lives matter!" ...Yelled the Jew before he entered the burner.. Said the slaves, marching with Turner.. murmured, the young Aztec girl ***** by a pervert.. sobbed, the young Taliban, in the shop where they lured her. All lives matter, ...Wrote, a Japanese man while he attended a camp.. preached a Muslim teacher when they made fun of her stamp.. sang a Haitian boy, starving..it was more of a chant.. funny how you can eat turkey, Native Americans CANT. All Lives Matter.. said the Muslim grandfather, just catching a plane.. said the young white women, enlisted in the army for change.. I say all lives matter, with pride and have my fist out... but with no papers..according to Trump ill be kicked out.. my life matters, all lives matter.. but isn't it sad...? its not the white thing to say...but some lives never have. -afj

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Nov 17, 2016

Nov 17, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC

Do the White Thing.

"All lives matter!" ...Yelled the Jew before he entered the burner.. Said the slaves, marching with Turner.. murmured, the young Aztec girl ***** by a pervert.. sobbed, the young Taliban, in the shop where they lured her. All lives matter, ...Wrote, a Japanese man while he attended a camp.. preached a Muslim teacher when they made fun of her stamp.. sang a Haitian boy, starving..it was more of a chant.. funny how you can eat turkey, Native Americans CANT. All Lives Matter.. said the Muslim grandfather, just catching a plane.. said the young white women, enlisted in the army for change.. I say all lives matter, with pride and have my fist out... but with no papers..according to Trump ill be kicked out.. my life matters, all lives matter.. but isn't it sad...? its not the white thing to say...but some lives never have. -afj

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Inscribed, in my heart.. bible verses, in cursive i know my purpose.. cursed are those who lay curses, and purchase purses that cost more than the life of a person.. But its all Gucci.. New Jordans on my feet, so they might shoot me. Ironic huh,? after all the shots Michael took... seen so much misery i might write a book.. Name it: When Life is Shook... battle depression, my blades sharper than my foe though.. Yet they wonder why i never tend to smile in my photo, they wonder why i hate social media, and society.. they wonder why im so mysterious, maybe its the Mayan me, maybe its the eye in me.. i used to think God himself was denying me.. now i know that God never lies, he just lies in me. not religious though, this isn't my confession to faith.. I've sinned to much to get passed the heavenly gates, Besides, i saw heaven once, splitting an 8th.. probably the reason why im up still, riddling late.. *** truly my lifes a riddle, So i write what i live... So glad at 22 i havent had me a kid.. *** i barely know myself, and i still have to grow up.. how dare i ever preach truth, and be a father that dont show up? But now im just rambling, i vent so i could sleep.. i know this isnt poetry..but poems take me deep.. in my mind, and my emotional ocean i hate to dive in.. but currently im swimming, ill tell you when i've arrived in.. -afj

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Jun 3, 2015

Jun 3, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC

pre-poem blues.

Inscribed, in my heart.. bible verses, in cursive i know my purpose.. cursed are those who lay curses, and purchase purses that cost more than the life of a person.. But its all Gucci.. New Jordans on my feet, so they might shoot me. Ironic huh,? after all the shots Michael took... seen so much misery i might write a book.. Name it: When Life is Shook... battle depression, my blades sharper than my foe though.. Yet they wonder why i never tend to smile in my photo, they wonder why i hate social media, and society.. they wonder why im so mysterious, maybe its the Mayan me, maybe its the eye in me.. i used to think God himself was denying me.. now i know that God never lies, he just lies in me. not religious though, this isn't my confession to faith.. I've sinned to much to get passed the heavenly gates, Besides, i saw heaven once, splitting an 8th.. probably the reason why im up still, riddling late.. *** truly my lifes a riddle, So i write what i live... So glad at 22 i havent had me a kid.. *** i barely know myself, and i still have to grow up.. how dare i ever preach truth, and be a father that dont show up? But now im just rambling, i vent so i could sleep.. i know this isnt poetry..but poems take me deep.. in my mind, and my emotional ocean i hate to dive in.. but currently im swimming, ill tell you when i've arrived in.. -afj

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Venting. They never see the hollow me.. deleted twitter, but i want you guys to follow me.. Usually up late, worrying about my luck, wait.. there's a starving child somewhere.. meanwhile i just ate.. ****** *** my phone bills high, And my ex girl is taken... meanwhile a small girl in Nepal still feels her world shakin... Going 80 on the freeway, i just wanna bowl now.. While the folk down in Philly prayed the train would slow down... Bothered by the shade of a new building... while people in Haiti are still building.. still building... while i buy building blocks for my nephew, hes 1. while the people down in Baltimore burning buildings for fun... really? burning building for fun? Whys the CVS big, but the school with no funds? but they say the solution is, taking the guns... they took the guns in Chicago, but left fatherless sons. Eyebrows on fleek but societies bleak. the devil takes a seat in a heavenly street.. now were all cursed, but im watching netflix on my sofa.. Chilling bumping Sosa, living by the park where they ***** my neighbor Rosa.. Gotta remind myself daily...that im blessed to a fault.. because theres stillborn babies, whose heads rest in a vault.. boys in Africa begging for bread, while i toast my ***** on the beach enjoying summer the waters too cold to swim though.. while in New Orleans they had to jump in regardless.. but all my worry is, if my sister can pass her BAR test.. So next time i wanna vent under my AC vent... i stop and think, **** i dont even have to pay rent.. I dont gotta work doubleshifts and im never hungry.. plus a got a couple people who really love me.. So.. Next time that i wanna complain.. Ill scale my struggle on a real measure of pain. -afj

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC

venting part 1.

Venting. They never see the hollow me.. deleted twitter, but i want you guys to follow me.. Usually up late, worrying about my luck, wait.. there's a starving child somewhere.. meanwhile i just ate.. ****** *** my phone bills high, And my ex girl is taken... meanwhile a small girl in Nepal still feels her world shakin... Going 80 on the freeway, i just wanna bowl now.. While the folk down in Philly prayed the train would slow down... Bothered by the shade of a new building... while people in Haiti are still building.. still building... while i buy building blocks for my nephew, hes 1. while the people down in Baltimore burning buildings for fun... really? burning building for fun? Whys the CVS big, but the school with no funds? but they say the solution is, taking the guns... they took the guns in Chicago, but left fatherless sons. Eyebrows on fleek but societies bleak. the devil takes a seat in a heavenly street.. now were all cursed, but im watching netflix on my sofa.. Chilling bumping Sosa, living by the park where they ***** my neighbor Rosa.. Gotta remind myself daily...that im blessed to a fault.. because theres stillborn babies, whose heads rest in a vault.. boys in Africa begging for bread, while i toast my ***** on the beach enjoying summer the waters too cold to swim though.. while in New Orleans they had to jump in regardless.. but all my worry is, if my sister can pass her BAR test.. So next time i wanna vent under my AC vent... i stop and think, **** i dont even have to pay rent.. I dont gotta work doubleshifts and im never hungry.. plus a got a couple people who really love me.. So.. Next time that i wanna complain.. Ill scale my struggle on a real measure of pain. -afj

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we was in the bando, trappin, we were trapped.. cook named Orlando, moved across the track.. used to be my neighbor, now hes got the paper, owns a couple barbershops, got myself a taper, owns a deli too, couple cleaners down the main street, not long ago we were sitting in the same seat.. back when, we was in the bando, trappin, we were trapped.. kitchen hot too handle, Found ourselves a rat.. polices, driving by increases... Orlando had a thesis, Moved in with his nieces.. He says... "Theyll never catch me in here, I live without fear, only time i cry is with this tattoo tear" A couple days later, cops broke the door in, couple windows too, just to let more in, they found a couple rifles, most of them foreign... Cuffed Orlando, his niece, and his babymomma Lauryn... multiple charges of distribution. couple cases of ****** money laundering, and weapons, his attorney would murmur... They say my writing ***** this is no place for this crap.. i dont do poetry, i just write reality rap.. and truthfully, nowadays reality lacks. So i dedicated this to his daughter Natalie Max. 25 to life.. no chance of parole, bottle.... of hennessy, just *** he was my role model.. They say how can you defend him, when i yell free Orlando.. *** i still remember when.. we was in the bando... -afj

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC

bando.

we was in the bando, trappin, we were trapped.. cook named Orlando, moved across the track.. used to be my neighbor, now hes got the paper, owns a couple barbershops, got myself a taper, owns a deli too, couple cleaners down the main street, not long ago we were sitting in the same seat.. back when, we was in the bando, trappin, we were trapped.. kitchen hot too handle, Found ourselves a rat.. polices, driving by increases... Orlando had a thesis, Moved in with his nieces.. He says... "Theyll never catch me in here, I live without fear, only time i cry is with this tattoo tear" A couple days later, cops broke the door in, couple windows too, just to let more in, they found a couple rifles, most of them foreign... Cuffed Orlando, his niece, and his babymomma Lauryn... multiple charges of distribution. couple cases of ****** money laundering, and weapons, his attorney would murmur... They say my writing ***** this is no place for this crap.. i dont do poetry, i just write reality rap.. and truthfully, nowadays reality lacks. So i dedicated this to his daughter Natalie Max. 25 to life.. no chance of parole, bottle.... of hennessy, just *** he was my role model.. They say how can you defend him, when i yell free Orlando.. *** i still remember when.. we was in the bando... -afj

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like a desert, in the middle of July.. I wonder why.. Your arms stretch out, touching every grain of sand hidden... keeping warm, even the most cold forbidden... given a chance to, be nurtured by the life the desert springs in summer... an oasis, endless in its love, precious in its wonder.. warmth never felt this warm before, even as a child under blankets when i feared.. and unlike the blankets, you would never disappear.. heaven is, the feeling of gentle protectiveness, calmness and power.. ability to devour an hour.. simply spending time describing that one particular flower... ..that bloomed... Because were not the huggy type, never one to show affection.. momma never kissed us but she gave us her protection.. never said i love you, but we never went hungry.. I got a job at 14 and she never asked for funding... Quit a career, hopped the border left her favorite shoes behind.. all just so her seeds planted had a chance to see divine.. and even when theres happy times she never says its fine.. still she prays to God, in times of troubles every time... what does heaven feel like? ...... Heaven is, that moment once a year when we embrace... its almost mothers day, i can see it in your face.. Warmth unmatched, Love endless and pure... She'll never know, but all the good i do is for her, and of that im sure, of that im sure.. Momma, I believe in heaven, heavens my cure. -afj

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May 9, 2015

May 9, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC

Heaven.

like a desert, in the middle of July.. I wonder why.. Your arms stretch out, touching every grain of sand hidden... keeping warm, even the most cold forbidden... given a chance to, be nurtured by the life the desert springs in summer... an oasis, endless in its love, precious in its wonder.. warmth never felt this warm before, even as a child under blankets when i feared.. and unlike the blankets, you would never disappear.. heaven is, the feeling of gentle protectiveness, calmness and power.. ability to devour an hour.. simply spending time describing that one particular flower... ..that bloomed... Because were not the huggy type, never one to show affection.. momma never kissed us but she gave us her protection.. never said i love you, but we never went hungry.. I got a job at 14 and she never asked for funding... Quit a career, hopped the border left her favorite shoes behind.. all just so her seeds planted had a chance to see divine.. and even when theres happy times she never says its fine.. still she prays to God, in times of troubles every time... what does heaven feel like? ...... Heaven is, that moment once a year when we embrace... its almost mothers day, i can see it in your face.. Warmth unmatched, Love endless and pure... She'll never know, but all the good i do is for her, and of that im sure, of that im sure.. Momma, I believe in heaven, heavens my cure. -afj

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Excuse me, bae... As i explain my vision... I was drowsy probably drinking but i still recall the mission, I had traveled in the future, saw you and I were married, I know that we just met im not getting overcarried.. And lemme tell why its real..in case you dont believe it.. Back then i had a vision of our very first meetin... And i remember it clear, the only difference was your outfit.. But the setting was the same, blue curtains, black couches.. I tell you, im being more than honest when i say.. i see a future witchu, i want more than just a bae.. You ask me how it is i have such visions of what will be... But bae its such a secret, i just need your heart to feel me.. I know you dont want secrets, i wanna tell you, really... but if i tell you how i know, you might just have to **** me.. ...... You see im from the future..i just travel to the past... so i can live it all again, and keep hoping this will last.. Truly just to feel your love all over again... And thats the truth about our story i wont ever pretend... She said..."but i thought we were together in the future..why is it that you gotta come back just to see me?"... Bae, we were together in future... but your contract ended early and God decided you should leave me.. so in the future, your my guardian angel.. Always had the heart of an angel.. so i came back for one last kiss and a thank you. My Guardian angel♡ -afj

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May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC

guardian angel.

Excuse me, bae... As i explain my vision... I was drowsy probably drinking but i still recall the mission, I had traveled in the future, saw you and I were married, I know that we just met im not getting overcarried.. And lemme tell why its real..in case you dont believe it.. Back then i had a vision of our very first meetin... And i remember it clear, the only difference was your outfit.. But the setting was the same, blue curtains, black couches.. I tell you, im being more than honest when i say.. i see a future witchu, i want more than just a bae.. You ask me how it is i have such visions of what will be... But bae its such a secret, i just need your heart to feel me.. I know you dont want secrets, i wanna tell you, really... but if i tell you how i know, you might just have to **** me.. ...... You see im from the future..i just travel to the past... so i can live it all again, and keep hoping this will last.. Truly just to feel your love all over again... And thats the truth about our story i wont ever pretend... She said..."but i thought we were together in the future..why is it that you gotta come back just to see me?"... Bae, we were together in future... but your contract ended early and God decided you should leave me.. so in the future, your my guardian angel.. Always had the heart of an angel.. so i came back for one last kiss and a thank you. My Guardian angel♡ -afj

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Perhaps me and the moon are similar.. hollow inside secretly... scratch the latter line..the powers that be are seeking me.. you manifest light..where darkness should overcome it.. Are you God,? Did you say let there be light? Or did you hum it?.. but i revel in your loneliness, with silence and stillness.. Psychologist say anti-social but my gift is no illness... i skip rocks, in the dark blue lake where the moon reflects.. every rock, prophetic, a prophecy doomed and blessed.. and as the rocks sink, so do the illusions of my mind... that illustrate an infinite hologram of space and time.. And.. i create the ripple as i launch the small boulder... if i create such a ripple, imagine if i had a shoulder.. I mean in a sense..i create the reality I see... and thats the secret of the universe..you heard it here from me... never throw a rock if you dont want it to sink, never pick the rock up, first.. stop and think.. And everytime you launch one remember the lake takes the blow.. the lake is the universe.. so start skipping slow... and if you feel lonely, look up at the ever lasting light, Moon... you will soon realize that God's been staring at you since the womb... when it shifted back and forth the water in your mothers body in accordance... to the accordion played by the angels, as heaven whispers with importance.. -afj

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC

The story of the Moon.

Perhaps me and the moon are similar.. hollow inside secretly... scratch the latter line..the powers that be are seeking me.. you manifest light..where darkness should overcome it.. Are you God,? Did you say let there be light? Or did you hum it?.. but i revel in your loneliness, with silence and stillness.. Psychologist say anti-social but my gift is no illness... i skip rocks, in the dark blue lake where the moon reflects.. every rock, prophetic, a prophecy doomed and blessed.. and as the rocks sink, so do the illusions of my mind... that illustrate an infinite hologram of space and time.. And.. i create the ripple as i launch the small boulder... if i create such a ripple, imagine if i had a shoulder.. I mean in a sense..i create the reality I see... and thats the secret of the universe..you heard it here from me... never throw a rock if you dont want it to sink, never pick the rock up, first.. stop and think.. And everytime you launch one remember the lake takes the blow.. the lake is the universe.. so start skipping slow... and if you feel lonely, look up at the ever lasting light, Moon... you will soon realize that God's been staring at you since the womb... when it shifted back and forth the water in your mothers body in accordance... to the accordion played by the angels, as heaven whispers with importance.. -afj

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hey there, hey now, just hold on.. the road ain't bumpy if your dancing to the rhythm... tell me, tell me, tell me how.. you still learned to smile, with the conditions that you live in.. granted, granted pain is foul... you still made gold with the lemons you were given.. truly God himself is wow-ed... in fact, I'm surprised you don't even have a ribbon.. Sunset Ave, has lots of sights, perhaps you chose this corner for a reason.. its getting kind of cold, this night.. just our luck, there goes Cali with the seasons.. .. the cardboard box, a sweater and jeans. a flashlight, a belt, a bible and dreams. police said it was wrong.. couple nights out there, made us strong.. Momma said just tonight, tomorrow we'll be gone.. and if you fussed, she sang.. "hey there, hey now, just hold on.." cold, isn't cold to me no more, cold isn't cold.. one day we'll settle down, a porch and all.. but for now were on the road.... -afj

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC

Sunset Ave.

hey there, hey now, just hold on.. the road ain't bumpy if your dancing to the rhythm... tell me, tell me, tell me how.. you still learned to smile, with the conditions that you live in.. granted, granted pain is foul... you still made gold with the lemons you were given.. truly God himself is wow-ed... in fact, I'm surprised you don't even have a ribbon.. Sunset Ave, has lots of sights, perhaps you chose this corner for a reason.. its getting kind of cold, this night.. just our luck, there goes Cali with the seasons.. .. the cardboard box, a sweater and jeans. a flashlight, a belt, a bible and dreams. police said it was wrong.. couple nights out there, made us strong.. Momma said just tonight, tomorrow we'll be gone.. and if you fussed, she sang.. "hey there, hey now, just hold on.." cold, isn't cold to me no more, cold isn't cold.. one day we'll settle down, a porch and all.. but for now were on the road.... -afj

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Positive i possess the prowess to articulate a piece.. but will it bring me piece? More probable that impossible is possible so it seems.. so my daily writing tends to cease. I'm no writer, I just vent all my problems on this keyboard.. truthfully most of the times i erase it, because i need more... Time to heal, mostly these paragraphs bring me sorrow.. While most of the writers i meet cant wait to write tomorrow.. I guess my sentiments differ, If I'm not stuck at home venting, im a bartender tipper, Far from pretender my reality came quicker, So now i'm stuck with this liquor, life is precious though, my mother told me that one cloudy morning.. and that was back when i was younger, hunger thoughts were barely forming. So eventually, These so called poems might be of service.. maybe one day i'll be better off and reminded of my curses.. And.. the people on the block of that writer will mumble.. And they'll call me humble, They'll call me humble.. They'll know that standing is a choice, what's a tumble? I'm positive i possess the prowess to write a piece, And truthfully I hope in doing so I'm bringing peace. -afj

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC

writers block.

Positive i possess the prowess to articulate a piece.. but will it bring me piece? More probable that impossible is possible so it seems.. so my daily writing tends to cease. I'm no writer, I just vent all my problems on this keyboard.. truthfully most of the times i erase it, because i need more... Time to heal, mostly these paragraphs bring me sorrow.. While most of the writers i meet cant wait to write tomorrow.. I guess my sentiments differ, If I'm not stuck at home venting, im a bartender tipper, Far from pretender my reality came quicker, So now i'm stuck with this liquor, life is precious though, my mother told me that one cloudy morning.. and that was back when i was younger, hunger thoughts were barely forming. So eventually, These so called poems might be of service.. maybe one day i'll be better off and reminded of my curses.. And.. the people on the block of that writer will mumble.. And they'll call me humble, They'll call me humble.. They'll know that standing is a choice, what's a tumble? I'm positive i possess the prowess to write a piece, And truthfully I hope in doing so I'm bringing peace. -afj

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