People don’t even
Believe in themselves
Don’t get too hurt if
They don’t believe in you

             Good morning
                      beautiful people,
                            
                            ­ Give whatever
                                Hurt you have a hug and
                                     Create a great day :)

She says The moon
Must be my mother
Because I’m so amorous
I keep her heart smiling

I’ve told her that
The Sun must be her father
Because she’s always  beautifully
Bright and warm
I can only see the sun though her eyes

It’s undeniable  
This love of ours is out of this world
But the earth keeps us grounded

Nonetheless
With over seven billion Souls
Spinning in circles like ceiling fans
Under the blue sky

Still,
We’ve chosen each other
To watch over each other’s back
Like Bonnie and Clyde

Though
Only through love  
Without the killings

Nonetheless,
I swear I would die for her
~~~~~~~

I am who I am today
Because I learnt
At an early stage
To give all my love
To the the one woman
And
only woman
That loves me best
The
One
I
Adore
<>

My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
It cries for you , still
It craves for you, still
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
It fights for you , still
It’ bleeds poetry for you, still
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
Day after day
It yearns for you , still
It searches for you, still
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
It beats for you, still
It feels for you , still
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
There will always be sunshine
When it thinks of you , still
Darling,
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
STILL
True Today

baby,
I surrender
Solely to you

for
I am guilty
for all the love
I’ve committed
To
You

Now you’ve
captured
My heart

Promise you’ll
Never set me free

For I belong
In the prison of
Your love
Until my last breath.

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I see a dying ember
In the middle of charcoaled wood.
Gracefully displaying
its dazzling beauty like stars ,
Which has taught me that even in death
Or downfall,
We too can be dazzlingly beautiful
if we choose to remain lit , for mankind’s to see
No matter what,
Until the end

Lately I’ve noticed
My soul and mind
Have been uneasy
Since childhood
I love to dream
Sought to dream
I’ve always experienced
Dreams based on what’s
Going on in my life
And if a change is necessary
My dreams is always vivid
I dream in color often
With loads of light
heavy symbolism
And clear meaning
Soon I opened my eyes
I would write them down
share it with the world
In my poetic way
But lately my dreams
Haven’t been the same
Misery past by as i dreamt on
I’ve been losing in all my dreams
Fighting a ****** battle
With a broken gun
My body
Got bruised and battered
My wings were ripped and torn
Continuously fallen in a black abyss
Feeling lost
God was added to the forgotten list
My spirit skipped
as I photographed
The painful truths
As the morning twilight
Makes it presence clear
I lay here in bed
In wonderment
Tossing and turning
Wondering
Why my peace
Has escaped my soul
Sadly momentarily
No tale to tell
Mostly nightmares
I have nothing to write

I spoke to my daughter today
And she made me smile
There is something about a father
And his little girl.

No matter how hurt,
No matter how many broken promises,
There is something about a father and his little girl.

And when a girl becomes a woman...
And she decides to get to know her father,
Not because its her duty
But because she wants to understand herself

She realizes that her father had a father.
A mother. a life. before her, that shaped him,
Made him, maybe even broke him.

she realizes that despite anything...
Her father is love and she realizes that
Making  the choice to understand him
outside of her own feelings, opinions,

Despite the fact that it is not her duty,
Is the most powerful act of love
And the most freeing act of life for the one on the receiving end.

I spoke to my daughter today,
                             And she made me smile

Poverty is not
An individual failure.
It’s an engineered system!

I’ve watched them
play
Tic - tac - toe
The exes won

Mood on HAPPY.

            Mind on Dreams.

Love on SELF
                     Shine on FACE
         Life on SOUL
                            God on PRAYERS.
             You on FIRST.
                                Bless on PROUD.
        
                            Looks good on YOU.

You’ve  said
that you’re against
all wars
but yet you allow
your mind
to remain in darkness
depressingly
fighting a war within
yourself
I must
remind you
A Rose is a Rose
Love is Love
Just like
War is War

WAR
IS
WAR
MY FRIEND

It’s time to decide
what you’re going to do
with what’s happened
to you
Happiness doesn’t
come to you
It comes from you
It’s time to create
an environment
conducive to joy

WAR
IS
WAR

PERIOD!

It is a fallacy that
a poet never dies
Because truth remains
  even
Words soon falls a
                             p
                                a
                             ­      r
  Like everything else in this world                            t

And
Eventually fades a
                                        w
                     ­                       a

Standing here looking
Into the blue sky
Reminiscing about my childhood years
Teardrops on my cheeks
I would trade everything
To live it once more
I was the son of a mother
Who was bellow the poverty line
Father was a rolling stone
was nowhere to be found
But
The strangest thing is
I don’t remember being poor
I didn’t know a beans and cornbread
dinner was because we didn’t have money
And that my mom roasted peanuts
in the oven and cinnamon toast
was because we couldn’t afford
more expensive options
I only knew that they were delicious
and that my mom provided
and
was diligent with what she brought home
I remember my mom worked so hard to make things special
She made our birthday cakes and the Christmas
she pinched every penny to buy our toys and clothes
She would bring comfort where
there is hurt and unforeseen pain
She is what others view
as what’s right in this world
She is a breath of fresh air
Being poor didn’t stopped us from enjoying our-youths
Because love kept us
and gratitude
Turned little
into everything

You know,
My family was poor
So I know what it’s like
Not to have much ...
Folks I grew up
In a neighborhood
Where I constantly
Had  to fight
For my meal
Fight for
What’s mine ...
No doubt
I lived a bleak existence
But with a little bit of luck
And a little bit of help from above
 Education saved my life
Love gave me life
Faith changed my life
And
Let me be blunt
Ladies and Gentleman
I’m the type of man
That puts life into
Perspective everyday  
And everyday I come
To the same conclusion
That I’m blessed
Beyond measures
I’ve reached a point of time
Where all the dust has settled
Wise enough to separate
The  real from the fakes
And allow my mind’s eye
To see through the nonsense
Called hate
And to be honest
For the craziness that I went through in my life
It is evident that God has chosen me
To still be here
But let me tell you this
Like everything else
In life
It wasn’t an easy road
For life has it’s ups and downs
Highs and lows...
Imagine
Living in roach infested apartments
Landlords with no care
For human dignity
Dodging bullets on a daily basis
Days without a solid diet
Thugs around the neighborhoods
Nonestop harassment
The American dream
Was nowhere to be found
Let alone having any hope
But strong enough to never
Allowed hope to die
So I pushed harder
And harder with all I had
Graduated High School
Worked two jobs
Put myself through college
In the hope that one day I would be enjoying the life that I’m living today
Cross my heart hope to die
I didn’t write this to brag
Just want to get my point across
Today in many neighborhoods in NJ and Florida
I manage to put a small dent
In the Real Estate industry
Earning my keep
Self made
Self employed
Crib on the hill
No mortgage needed
Yes indeed,
The American dream
Finally realized.
But
I tell my story
To simply say This ,
Never to be ashamed of your past
For it can inspire others
Because it’s not what happened to you
But how you react to it
That truly matters.
And
Without a doubt in my mind
I Believe in the desires of your heart and your ability to make it happen. But believe me when I tell you this , It will take nothing less than everything to make your dreams come to live. But believe me when I tell you that truer words have never been spoken
It will be worth it.

And
it doesn’t matter
If you’re
Black
Or
White
Alien
Or
The
Beast
You and only you
Can make it happen!

When love find you
You will know

Flowers will grow From fingers
Palms full of soil a scent that
Lingers and leads

You will not be afraid
To toil in loves garden

You will come as water
You will come as seeds
You will come as whatever
Love needs you to be

And
love will come
As whatever you need
Love to be
Bending to each other’s burden

All life
all light
strange and ready.

When language is lost
When words nowhere to be found
When now you’re gone too

Who are you?
In case you forgot
Let my words
be a soft reminder
You are amazing

Who are you?
Right where you are
in this moment
Who do others see
Are you hinding behind a veil
A mask afraid to reveal
the real you

Who are you?
Allow me to share
in case you forgot
You have strength and wisdom
that exceeds Well
Beyond your years
You just don’t know it yet

Who are you?
You are capable
of doing amazing things
Things that will help others
In their time of need

Who are you?
You can inspire others
from your life’s journey
You can even inspire yourself
Just think about all
You have accomplished
Up to this point

Who are you?
You are incredible
You’re precious
You’re irreplaceable
You’re loved
You’re cherished
You’re the prize
You’re perfectly amazingly beautiful
Just the way you are.

We never know the
fullness of a heart until
its fully broken ?

There is this sacred place nearby
And few years past I acquired
A few acres from that sacred place
deep in the woods
Most would call the wilderness
but home to me
So magical of a place
my mind’s eyes disappearance...
Deep In abyss of the mountains
Peace and quiet exactly
What my soul needed
my spirit and heart at peace here
So whenever
peace tries to escape my mind
You could always
find me there, lurking there
Setting up my mind free
and just like a dream I belong
So amazing and sacred
even the greatest artist
could never captured its allure
Perfect place
for a poetic mind to dwell
The sounds of wind blowing
the birds singing
and
the wonderful
sounds of the river caressing
the Rocky Mountains
so peacefully restfully soothing
put my trouble mind at ease...
The Rocky Mountains stone
truly a sacred place to  me
nothing but love
what a place of ecstasy
strikingly when night falls
being way off the grid
In the endless darkness of night
lightning bugs Lanterns my paths
away from the restless tango
of the bright lights
city noises  
and a venue divided by loathing
Here in abyss of the mountains
I am at one with nature
enjoying all God’s creatures
Scrutinizing the wild tango and crawling in
the thickest bushy mountain
while relaxing my back
on my grass quilt
at the Same time cooling my feet
In the creek near the fire
a seeing flare
to keep my soul warm
and with no other care in mind
I allow my mind soul to roam free
In the sacred garden of ecstasy
to escape the here and now
No doubt such beauty
of a place can restore a mental calm
when my feet are on fire
faith cracks peace is no more
and nowhere else to run
Here by the red rock creek
my wilderness Momma
is where I’ll doze.

I wonder if I undressed my soul
Step out of my skin
Stand here bare
On this earth
Without face
Without flesh

I wonder how many people
Would recognize me

Would anyone find me
With only my naked voice  
As it speaks its suffering

Would anyone find me
With only my cries, my wishes
With only my prayers, my love
And my naked soul
As navigation?

I wonder who would be brave
And bold enough
To find the soul
Of a man
Without a face.

Call me mad
nevertheless
I truly believe a life  
Without poetry
Would be a poorer life
A less happy life
an artless life  
A life without color
A life without tongue
no sounds to be heard
A life empty
of any real meaning

We seek the secret
Of unconditional love
A faithful soul
The One,
We pray for
To move us beyond our dream
Is there even such a thing
Just a few of the lies
We often tell ourselves: “
We don’t deserve it anyway ”, “
We’re not good enough for it ”,
Are we not worthy of unconditional love ?
The truth is,
Seems like nobody’s want to face the truth
In time we allow our self worth
To fade into the wind
But the reality is
Wolf like me
The One,
We do exist
Although we’re rare

It’s a quarter past 3 o’clock in the morning
Full moon overhead , makes the mood just right
This beautiful song comes on
From my old music box
That was left unplugged
On the old coffee table next to my bed
My old music box always has a bad habit
singing on its own without warning
Even while being unplugged
Almost as if
There  is a ghost sharing
The house with us
But this time
The song released was beautiful ,
Beautiful because it was about love
Or
Maybe perhaps  it could’ve been
About  hatred
Half asleep I really cannot tell,
But anyhow,
In between of the sweetness
Of the artist voice
Us howling at the moon
And the record’s hoarse,
Lies , violent skips
I dance, I dance anyway,
My gentle moves in my bed,
Over, under
And
In between the sheets

And
In her steady arms
And her sweet caressed
I found solace and forgiveness
Until the light of day

Deep in abyss of
The evening
I couldn’t sleep...
Just like a wolf
My mind always on the hunt
Body’s craving love
The beast crying inside
Ready to come out and play  
If you get my drift
The Sheep
My Queen
Deeply into her beauty rest
While lava running through my veins
Temperature increasingly getting hotter
Must find a way to cool off
So I stepped out the door
Ventured forth along the edge of night
Close to the creek
Not too far away from where I dwell
Momentarily I’ve noticed
the Moon wasn’t it’s  full self
Yet still so beautifully bright
Surrounded by shining stars
Oh my what a beautiful Sky
Goose bumps caressing my flesh
Loss of words trying to enjoy the moment
Not long after lava started piercing through my skin
A simple reminder our business not yet realized
Suddenly the moon appeared
back to it’s full glory self
So I went back inside
With silent foot like a predator
Gave my  Queen a kiss on the neck
she turned And smiled
Like always, she knew
She always knows
Never afraid of my darkness
For she knows it represents
Love and be loved
I slowly slipped away
The cover she was under
Her waist gave an invitation
Only a beast like a wolf
can truly appreciate
time for me to draw some blood
Forever  lightly never too deep
Just enough to taste her beauty
She dances like a wolf
Her wildness became wilder
It drove me crazy forevermore
The hair on my skin
Flirtatiously tango with excitement
Finally the beast awaits within
Slowly creeping out with conscious
Of safety
Flowers of garden forevermore
Beautifully arranged
I thanked the man above
For my dear Queen
And simply shut my eyes
And feast
Like a wolf!

Red wine on her lips
And a swift sway of her hips
He falls to one knee.

I remember the days
        when I prayed
                        for what I have now.

I’m so in love with your words
Perhaps with your smile
Or is it your eyes
I get lost into?
And
You don’t
Even know
My name.