The nine realms of space
Captured by the flowing golden sands,
Brought upon a new place
Where the human might stand.
The hourglass flips.

A new day, began.
Will man survive
In an unknown land?
But he stands still,
Cold and brittle.

The flame of life diminishing
Little by little.
He is lost in a world
Of new and change,
Familiar stars,
Now distant, strange.

The traveler's journey:
To walk or to crawl,
To travel a distance
Too big or too small.

His feet leave no mark
On this shifting dune,
Beneath alien suns
And a hollow moon.

He listens for echoes
That never reply,
Wind that blows loud
Under the fractured sky.

Yet some mortal thread lives
In that thing he calls skin,
Not fully alive
But not wholly dead.

As the golden sands turn,
As the threads get cut,
As the memories fade,
As his body turns to dust—

Echoes will live on
Where the human might stand,
But bodies will get turned
Into the new golden sands.

America today
This land, many hands, But many pains
I see you, people of America
From the crowded streets of California
To the soil of them young and old,
#6 feet deep are your worries of Stories Untold,
Your rivers still remember, whose hands had built them
Your crops still hum, To the winds that blew them
I walk your roads, Deep in a restless dream ,
Misremembering, all that I had ever seen
Once of fire, Death, pain, and hunger
Now to the freedom and thoughts of restful slumber
Oh America that once in protest
People driving for Freedom up courthouses and roads
Louder , prouder and unyielding
Now continue today to carve the rock of resistance
Their echoes still walk among us,
their names whispered in streets renamed,
their fire still burning in young hearts
who refuse to bow to injustice’s weight.
Oh America Are you still not done
Still following the fight against your past sins
Still reaching for something brighter
Still creating from nothing
I hear it
A song of struggle a Tune of Hope
Oh America please don't fall silent

I once had a crush
so beautiful so kind
I was young, so bashful
and, so blind
I could not tell
whether I liked her or not
When I was around her
I felt quite distraught
I wasted much time
without realizing my feelings
Then it was too late
she found someone intriguing
She loved another man
Not me but another
So I ran away feeling
to be simply a bother
I stop talking to friends
who stood around her
In work I shall find myself alone
So I’ll move to another

Divorce is quite the sad thing
That comes at any age
When you were young
your parents might disengage
To find out they don’t love each other
Does not mean they don’t love you
But when they come apart
you come apart too
And sorrow is what ensues

You might want to hold it in
Or pretend it doesn’t exist
But I truly know the pain you just missed
I might’ve been young
but rage carried on
My heart was once broken
And taped to get along

My heritage is from the Portuguese
They are quite known to sail the seas
Although born quite lone, Bore hole in me
For we know thou sister shall set me free
Like that of breeze of the windy seas
That is why I am Portuguese

I’ve been told, that men are dumb
So I do truly wonder
what type of man I should become
I’d ask my father
smart and witty
He told me I should give pity
To all those who think
That men are not worth your time
I will tell you with this simple rhyme
Men are not garbage they are people too
For every little piece of man that you chew
Another one sprouts
so desperate for attention
Even a little boy can tell it’s depression
The sadness we feel after the heat we get
Will tears us to pieces , to little shreds
Some people say we deserve all the hate
Some people say we’re just a disgrace
Others will tell us that we have a lot
But I’ll change your mind
with this simple thought
What we had is not what we have
Everyone’s different some happy some sad
So don’t compare us
to the men before us
With the new age I feel we will flourish