It's the only thing I have left to lose.

I have made an enemy of every poet...how bout you?

Does not discriminate...she comes for us all!

When i **** around, i don't **** around.

And proud of it

Dont Say a thing....jzdjxjx oh oh y257676727uxhz77425725

Lalala lalala lalala lalala.. hahaha

It makes a person trying to reach higher ground stumble become all that one hates

I collect poems, pieces of people that didn't want to give...I chew em up and spit them out when they no longer live.  
This is what "they" do to me

That's what I have done but I know God put you before me to help me ...help you be Divine.

I won't just like I said don't give it back ..

Deliciosos....ricos de chorizo seco con camarón rosado argentino.... tortillas recién hechas, aguacate, cilantro y cebolla blanca...salsita bien picante...ufff qué delicias papá.

Respect is not commanded nor demanded... it is giving to those who deserve it.  Those who give it to us get it back.

Sounds to me decently well rehearsed....but **...land **...here come the bulge, the hearse

It is not the old wolf here that is the predator.  This wolf can eat when he wants...he just chooses to wait for the "last request before the electric chair meal" to enjoy and slowly devour the delicacies blooming on his plate if only for the last  wonderful hours of his life.  It is the young howler who's thirst is unquenchable and hunger insatiable that will spoil the meat of each of his kills as he  devours only hearts.....10-20 a day.  

See thru the youngsters parlor tricks my friends

If I wanted to play the silly games you little boys play here, I'd smash you all for I am Divine....all action I can see all words I can hear... you'd ghost on me cuz my words are truth and truth hurts more than lies.

Fear won the war raging in our heads for that dark emotion brings with it a storm so debilitating we drown deliberately never reaching for a hand to pull us out.

Preferisco un amore forgiato nell'inferno che ascende al cielo di quello fatto nel paradiso che cade all'inferno

This to me is not a game but if for you this is amuse, I'll chop my heart out to mend the wounds of word abuse

I told her I needed a fix and my dealer mumbled a couple words and then ignored me.

Here I will find solace as it is my cave....I pen this final poem as my hand and my mind tell me that it's time to put the pencil down...pick up the torch and cry til I'm dry..... so dry the callouses return after I shaved them to the bone to bleed for you

Lord above....wake her from her slumber so that my heart's heart can rest and fling me from her chest.

I can not squeeze blood from stone....but if I bow out maybe you could soften that heart for someone out there who deserves it.

My beautiful pitbull son shares my bed.... we're both dogs and fiercely loyal to each other....as he will **** for me so shall I for him.  Loyalty and fidelity are ingrained in the dogs code.

Semper Fidelis...that's my Fido

All I do is push you further away....I give.... you're already far enough

Please beat me till you're no longer angry, til that lash is drenched in blood .....and then help me cleanse my wounds as you tell me why you lashed me.

Not hurl insults at you...my soul would burn for doing so.

One final word before I lay down to die.....I accept this chalice of pain you've poured for only you know where the bitter nectar from that cup may flow

Now these tears have made me sleepy...time to bury the flow of salt in my Bubba's neck.

Give license for people to believe that an honest person has deceived.  I am not a liar and I will face my maker proudly when it's my time for judgement...I'll look him straight in the eye...and won't even have to say the words before he says son...I know, I know....come sit with me tell me why you cry.

I'm waiting on a letter to tell me things are better....but i fear the horse and rider are lost in the hills of my imagination.  
Climbing attempting to reach high ground to touch the light. So many stars too dark to see too bright.
Sleep my philly, I'll have a nap.  Too lit to cross the River.  Tomorrow we'll see better regain our sight.... daytime is never quit as bright as the matins' starry night

I told you I would be that for you too....if that will give you peace and fill you with light again to illuminate another's path...I wish nothing but the best for you....I guess I couldn't fill those shoes

Will not be my inspiration anymore....I don't want to tease my heart ever again.

Hurts

Or love or like it or even comment...my words are for me.....I will not answer.

Beg forgiveness for something I did not do.  I'll take it to the grave because when I trespass I do bite my pride and say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry HP...I don't want to talk to anyone at all..

My name is Antoine Nunez....I am an Iron dog and Scorpio...born in Queens NYC in 1970.  I wear my pain and faults like a badge.  I love ferociously and ferociously defend what I love. I make no excuses for who I am though I am not always proud of what I've done.

I am Colombian American.  I live in a garage with my dog Domino.  I have had material wealth and success and all it brought about was stress.  I sling a hammer. I have friends in all corners of the world that I would defend with my life.

I am a loner...no girl no kids no ex no wife.  I live by the motto better alone than in bad company.  I have given my heart thrice ...the first two ******* 12 years from my life.  This last I was sure would be my wife.

I am not ugly though not Adonis.  My beauty isn't physical....as I'm in the twilight of my life.. it's what's in my mind...the person that this smooth and bumpy road has fashioned....that make me who I am.

I don't hide...have no need to lie.  What you see is what you get...the mountains where I run to cry  don't care about my height.

My name is Antoine Nunez....i don't want to fight....so I'll let you all know everything to make it easy to take my life.  

My name is Antoine Nunez and on any God given day you can try to ***** me at the corner of my block in the varrio....165th St. and Norwalk Blvd. Norwalk, CA

Or you can come for just a hug.

His infidelity broke my mom in two, shattered our family created hate inside my heart.  This is why I chose to be alone for fear that someone would do the same to me.  Reaction formation made me fall hard twice..thinking it was forever ...each one for more than 6 years....this time I fell harder thinking I was battered enough to make the wisest choice...that God had finally sent me the ONE.... Stick it deep until the end....as you said for the Long haul.  In my eyes you are the one and if God wills it he'll help you see things right.. and realize that in every thing I told you there was and is no single lie.  I love you for protecting your fragile heart and don't blame you for breaking mine apart.... you're the one I know that ...always have....I'd rather be with Bubba than have someone else by my side if God says it can't be you....I don't know what will happen as God does work in mysterious ways often with ulterior motives

Learn that word; verbose fool!

When ya chowder do you really worry about where it falls if ya need to heave so bad?  You may clean the porcelain and have your idolatrine to maintain stain unseen...but like the woman that lights my path has penned....I "wear my faults and pain on my arm like a brace" instead mine is a machete strapped to my leg not burried in yo' face.

1.  Noun.....  A capital crime committed by a retching wretched wretch or two.

2.  Noun .......A pseudonym for
the US treasury

3.  Noun........projectile of *****
post perfidy

Aprieta pero no ahorca

Shattered but not broken...neither one of you. Because the two of you are one...gemelli.

You are the glue that keeps each together even when apart.  The love that breathes life into the other. If one goes the other also wants to part.  

I beg my Lord above to listen to my prayer. I never ask for anything .  ..I've been too proud to beg for myself.  But today I'm stripped down down before you crying out in pain....hear my prayer and grant a soul a second chance.  For I fear that if you call her Lord...two souls will no longer wish to dance.

Fight and promote your useless ******* agendas on your poems not mine.... enough. Please

These ******* vatos are a ****** joke living a deathstyle not a lifestyle.

Figured it out!

Have no idea how this happened.    Water still in Phone i guess.     How do I unblock you.   I swear it was accident

If I had but one spell left to cast
I couldn't waste it on myself
I wouldn't change the past.
I'd cook such a potent peaceful brew... I'd offer it to you because I know you'd pass up the chance, to have your wildest dreams come true, Instead have your sister by your side, hand in hand with you.