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.

Cold hard blue steel does not betray..."down to ride to the ****** end... Just me and my girlfriend"
© Tupac

So these Giants that roamed the earth in the days of the good Old book...the so called Nephilim.... with the the power to bound thru the sky!  

Are these, "the men of renown" the same ones that now shoot pro hoops downtown? It's easy to follow the logic you see... It's obvious these guys can fly indeed.

Wherds          Wirds

Arrgh                our

At                     ­   Rat

My                     Mye

Mer, sea            mercy

Words               Whords

Ah                             are

Rat                        rhat

Meye                     Mie

Merci                  mer see

Whirds              Wurds

R                                ­ar

Hat                           hgat

Mye                         mai

Myrhh c            murse sí

Techo......blanco....¡aye que güey!

And then I grabbed the torch and started painting.

Dolores vive conmigo
Angustia aquí también
Esperanza no está lejos
Pero a ellas nunca
las voy a querer

Tenerlas no me importa y
jamás me siento bien
porqué a la única que amo
por mi siente desdén

I have no MO....
No particular methodology
I just dream things up
Add a sprinkle of psychology

Season with similis
Macerate with metaphors
Emulsify with emotion
Then get baked... Real high

Let the words cool
while my soul
starts to drool
then I present it
to the night.

I belong to the Earth
The Earth not to me
It'll swallow me up
when it's time
Or maybe it'll share
with the sea.

We don't cultivate our Mother,
She plants us like seeds
Provides us with a nice clean bed and always pulls the weeds.

Not all the seedlings grow into what she would want them to be
So we're harvested and mother tries again.

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

He was also a peach and a dandy but he weren't no daisy....no sir he weren't no daisy 't all

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

Sometimes when I don't stroke those curvy girls for a while, they wail when I do.

My heart jumped off the couch like a flea off a dog's head that spotted a fine flea....and as it descended the fine flea noticed and caught me to save me from jumping too far

MARKAMY=
4(MA)+3(R)+2(KA)+1(MY)=
1(MY)+2(KA)+3(R)+4(MA)=
_­______
             MYKARMA

Two hearts entwined
become as one
Though these twin flames
have been together
since much before the sun
two souls that
made a contract in the dark
no matter what
we'll never Part
Shine today brilliantly as
      Amy & Mark

Since there's a consensus that "we" writers are a lying bunch, I'ma give y'all another "tall tale".

My brother's motto was ride it til the wheels fall off.  Not the tires mind you but the wheels.

Marco, my nutty lil brother
had his first full cardiac arrest at 29 behind bars.  Left in his cell wailing for three days caused the fatal scars.  

But since he'd only used 5 of his 9 lives, he partied every night ......
til the **** crowed at five.

Wet ones from the Gardens, clavo from up the street, pills of every shape and form...you name it...it was all candy, all sweet.

Suffice to say, he had a second full cardiac arrest, subsequent surgery...the doctors did their best.

And like Humpty he was glued back together to one piece only to head straight to the dealers house then the bar moments after his release.

Two more years running wild, boosting and muling, GTAing and thievin....I found him naked on the floor.... purple not breathing.

Dial 911...there ain't nothing to be done, still the pigs come and isolate me from the scene questioning me further...I'm being investigated for ******.....

Wired
Weird
Wider

How is it that
my most popular poem
with 970 reads,
twice as many as
the next in that list
has not one comment
nor like nor dislike....?

While runner up
brings nothing but accolades
and praise
from some pretty
**** good poets,
is the fountain of
most of my followers
and trended 10 of 10 days.

Is it the title?  
Did they just read one line.  
Let me post the painting
that it goes with
then they all would love it....maybe even say sublime.

Its all good I don't mind...I call it market research....though skewed, I can use the results to understand reader's minds.

I love my pencil it's really cool but lately it won't touch the canvas it has another agenda illuminate fools.

It's got a mind of its own and speaks out loud no matter if I'd rather remain in a shroud.  

Yeah it gets me in trouble but I'll back it's play....it makes plenty sense and helps get me paid

I love my pencil I won't put it down though sometimes it does make me seem like a clown

Don't ever give it back...I don't want it...it's yours

My room does not
evolve or become;
it morphs instantly and before your eyes.
Things move and fly they burn and cry.  

I watch as a dust devil conquers invades
Two minutes later,
waltzing brooms on parade.

I stuff my room full of
glass metal wood.
Some would say hoarding
I reply misunderstood.

Most of the glass is pretty much broken,
the wood is all scorched, the metal contorted.
All of its stays because my hand has spoken.

My room is a magical place replete with spirits and souls and little doors to inner-space.

It likes to listen to music, the scent of a dog... It begs to get ****** off a good Sensi fog.

My room inspires my hands to create...
Whether with torches or pencil, hammers or lathes.

I often ponder
what will become
of my room when I die?
Perhaps as I come back
to bid farewell....
I'll leave a piece of my soul to guard it at night

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

Hurts

Nefarious nephews of the nephilim; how can we get to the other side of the sea?

We can fly you 4 at a time but you can't take your lugg...neh, ferry us instead.

I've been given several Nick's throughout my life. As an infant I was Gordo, in grammar school my buck teeth made me a ******.  In high school I became the infamous Johnny Chingas...a moniker I use in a certain way.  In college I was christened 20 perhaps I'll tell you why some day.  But of all the nicknames  I've been given there's only one I have heard no one speak...Crimson.  I will not die I will not rest until you say it out loud in front of me with all that heart and soul you hide locked up in that chest.

Not often do the angels tuck me in.  But tonight .....a light came into my room to touch my soul free me from my sins.  Singing like a siren that doesn't bare her teeth.  Thank you sweet angel....read on and absorb all their emotion ...poetry is sublimation a very vaporous potent potion.

Even without the master painting that God made your sweet face....I still float hopelessly lost in your ocean so profound.... love so hard I drown.

Hahahahaha....I leave you to stratedgize your next moves my little troll pawns...you have two days as I harvest my wonderful Cali gold acres of orange, purple, og, Skywalker, master kush, blacklebubble, pineapple....hahaha.  think hards retards...or should I say ******!

The Queen will unleash both her lion and tiger on you meantime.  If there's any left when I get back, I'll finish off the bones and guts without cooking em....savoring the meal of nasty trolls

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.

I am ANu poet
the poem is me.
I may not be Poe
but I'll be et alli.

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.

Otherwise known as Rosie Palm and her 5 sisters.  Girl you too much... your sweet love gives me blisters.

No sé que pasó me bloqueaste y me borraste como si fuera tu ex-esposo.

Perdón si dije algo que no te gustó, la poesía no siempre es lo acontecido sino una exageración.  Es lo que usa el escritor pa encantar...que sus lectores lo lean y que lo vuelvan a alabar.

Sé que andas en un lugar muy obscuro pero quizás sería mejor ni juzgar te lo aseguro.  Imposible borrar lo que ya habías dicho tratarme así como si fuera un bicho.

Pero bien, tendrás tus razones pero pa curar aquel corazón y el alma, mejor tomes la poesía como algo que calma, y no te enfurezcas y obscurezca a tú alma.

Sometimes is a curse

Y'all play your games, I'll play mine...one love to all you..I hope your alter egos feeling fine.

To all my fellow HP poets....one love... there's nothing more to be said

Do you wanna take a bath?



©Pink Floyd

I can't stop it from making an *** of me..
He's saying he's Poe now....what a blasphemous fool...
I gotta put him on ice
He ain't being nice...
And now all the hecklers pool.

Death is running heels and hell follows with him

IM NAMED DE MAN MI

NAME D DEVIL LIVED DE MAN

D EVIL NAMED DE MAN LIVED

DEVIL NAMED
DEMAN LIVED

But I came out a ****** roller.

Just got a call from an old friend that lives right in town at the bottom of Main in PC, near Butcher's Chop House.  Roomie really (lived there about 1yr & 1/2).

"Speak"....

"****** Antoine....can't believe you picked up....I knew you weren't dead."

"Joel my man! how's it?
How's Crash, Gela, them slippery South Cackalacky squidbillies...
Doug?  Everyone still there?"

"Yeah...time warp. ..Good bro...what's up with you...are you coming up this winter to tear your knee up again?  Hope so that way you're stuck in the kitchen cooking all day!"

"Hahaha hey Joel....remember where we were about this time 10 years ago?"

"Yeah...we were heading home slowly from the first 'annual' Jackson Hole Music Festival....cuz you're *** wanted to fish the Green and every hole in the Uintas.  Been fishing lately?"

"Not much lately for fish my brother...more for smiles."

"Imposter! You ain't Antoine!.... wait..... WHAT the HELL'S got into you?"

"Awe nothing just caught two bugs....love and nostalgia"

"Classic ****... unclassic Antoine....come up in December and tell me about it"

Colby and I are already planning to!