Man....
I’ve seen seven years
Of bruatality.
But In reality,
That’s not bad.
And that’s what
Makes it sad
When you’re asked
If you have a strut
In your step
Left...............
Them guessing
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC
That comes to me
Don’t you see?
I’m about to enter
A Decade
That starts with
Three
Oh gee, oh boy
I’ve realized that
My ones and twos
Was spent as a
Catalyst for
More noise.
But I never
Asked...
was I Poised?
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 2:49 AM UTC
In the world
Where you
Can see
Bright lights
And big sky’s
Simultaneously.
Is this happy?
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 2:45 AM UTC
Triumphs
When you lost
A few
Letters in
MMXX
Well..
Place your bets
On
I
Or else
Nigh might be closer
Than what we think
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
All snowflakes are the same
It may be a wonder while
You’re walking within a
wait... stop the alliteration
Literally you can see me
Plant the seed that
Won’t grow
Who knows?
Slippery substances
Have never been my
Forte as I foray
Through life
Like those snowflakes
That all stay the same
Weather you agree
Or not, they al-
Ways come this
Time
Of
The
Year
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
The fabric of gods and men
Blend so sweetly, so softly
Slowly, as I touch the next barricade
Made by those who were once hemmed
Stemmed from who knows now?
Cowardice? Probably not.
Thoughts on this matter?
Battered, bruised, and tattered
By legacy of blood once splattered
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
...Salivating....
...Waiting
For the next
Time
That “they” can sustain
Subtle nuances within
Preconceived notions
Of
Intelligence quotients.
Motions of grandeur,
Like a rambler
That still believes
In a pure
God.
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 3:22 AM UTC
The rusted belt is tight
in our hometown city.
Black smoke masks the lights
In one gaseous setting;
the permenant fitting
Of our hometown city
Trees exchange steel
In our hometown city.
You’ve never seen the wheels
churn and the deals burnt
In the factories that take pity
On the nitty-gritty of our
Own hometown city.
The last laughs with us
In our hometown city
We don’t’ ride the Cali bus,
But yea, I'd say we are witty,
cause al'the prettiest girls
Live in our hometown city.
The river’s been burnt
In our hometown city.
Yea we’ve learned a lot
From our own ad(e)missions;
And now, clinics fill prescriptions
in ourown hometown city
In my own hometown city
We’re slicker than you,
Even though our York’s isn’t new…
Why? Watch my city revive in
Front of your eyes- then ask me;
Why is this your hometown city?
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
Across the purple mountain majesties,
flowing fields, and amber waves of grain.
The eagle flaunts wings of liberty,
she is focused, gazing without refrain.
Even intrusive when one is snowed in,
the eagle watches and "protects" us all,
but the masses refuse to be smitten.
The once omnipresent eye exists galled.
Indecision, haunting the eagle's eye
whilst law favors liberty's wing - A moot
adjourns amongst her eye and our disguise.
Expanding wisdom laments her eye - left shrewd.
But now, why at all be concerned?
Now, the eye's chances fall under one-third.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
I
Whispering winds whip the lake's eastern shore.
The towers above stand still,
gazing upon the infinite individuals below,
within the concrete maze; this city speaks to me.
It utters thousand of voices simultaneously.
Some unfamiliar to me,
all keep the labyrinth in mind.
Each voice different,
each voice similar in its journey
to conquer the labyrinth.
I too share the same goal,
but in the labyrinth, most don't know what I know.
II
The river twines around towers
creating the famous "loop."
The river's end irradiated for man,
until we flipped the flow in
labyrinth's past to avert windy shores.
The once river's end, now a beginning.
The labyrinth's bourgeois lie due north,
It's extravagance exemplified by magnificent miles
where whimsy wanderers flaunt status
and to the west and south,
an eternal siren's call resonates for all voices to listen;
urban decay haunts the once prosperous.
III
For only collectively can the labrinth be tamed
and imminent ends for those unworthy.
The lake, the river, its towers and people
shall never be neglected.
For only collectively can the labyrinth be tamed
and this labyrinth is all that I know;
this labyrinth is Chicago.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC