there once lived an old man in the country side,
who sat out on his porch for an hour every night at 11:00pm,
One day,
I went over to his house to ask him how he’s doing and ask him why he sits out here at the same time every night,
when I asked..he replied,
“There is a small beautiful joy in 11:59pm.... it helps me appreciate living through the day and living to see tomorrow”,
I paid no attention and kept it moving,
One night,
very chilly with clear skies,
the old man didn’t return from the hospital,
and that night the moon shined a lot brighter than usual,
I sat out on my porch that night looking over to his......,
realizing how much I missed seeing that old man,
......since it started getting late,
I got up and began to walk in the house,
...but suddenly I heard a creak that sounded like a wooden chair,
It was the old mans chair that started rocking back and forth like someone had just gotten up,
I then looked at the time and realized...,
That was the day I started appreciating,
11:59.

Hour 17,
well it was another day in misery,
my hunger tempted me to buy food filled with fat and sugar as my wallet was filled with cracks and buggers...naw I’m just playin....,
I realized I’m no step closer to my dream and a career is still unknown like the taste of my next meal or how even when my girl touch me it’s the strangest feel,
reading this alone is a race between chills and tears.
Hour 17,
I’m starting to sleep for hours cause it’s become a repetitive thing,
....I forgot what today was,
my life has become a swat you take for comfort and then leave when it gets old,
how is god even paying me any attention.....I mean listen,
there are struggles I fail to mention,
but leave me on the side mission where there is no travel but weak perks that don’t glisten......
Hour 17,
7 more to go....,
I really wish that time wasn’t this slow....

She was young,
Desperately searching for answers to questions she had thought of in order to become the women she most genuinely felt,she needed to be.
He was passionate,
Heart of gold,
Brain of pure sponge,
Chasing a dream that he had placed wheels on, hoping it would come to a yellow light.
Their paths crossed like chilling winds and moisture making the most beautiful flurry that winter has ever seen,
The first date was the sign.....and the first kiss was the feeling,
He spoke heavens into her existence,
Praising her such as...”The most preeminent example of my favorite verse Peter 4:8.”, “If the rest of my life was not spend seeing you everyday, I would believe I’m cursed...the night is still young..Let’s fall in love first”

Property,
Art is my,
this....****** is my,
I am not your....,  
Property,
High squeals and sun rays coating sight,
heart beats slow as the joke reach its peak,
but you are too much to teach,
Property,
Art is my,
this....****** is my,
I am NOT your...,
Property,
spontaneous in arousing ways,
Paris for breakfast,
Bali for lunch,
The moon for dinner,
But you are all about your Inner..self,
Property,
Art is my,
this......****** is my,
I am not your,
Property,
Adult...business..care,
you have the scent of over driven adolescence everywhere,
but taking steps back...you're too attached,
PROPERTY,
art is my....,
this....****** is my,
my time is my,
my home is my,
my body is my,
I........am not your,
property.

cover your scars in paint,
there is art on your body,
recreating would be a hobby but we let it sink,
Pain is art in drastic form,
Rain on our parade,
We love a storm,
To stay inside so our love never mourns for one another,
I have discovered love for you deeper under cover,
But that’s no secret,
I smile when you vent about your day cause you’re in love and I peeped it,
I wrote poems of our loves true meaning in secret to keep this,
when I need reminders of how my heart sunk in oceans of your beauty and how far it’s deep in,
Sea level.

beautiful as God’s favorite portrait,
as romantic as true loves first kiss,
why do you grow from earth and not my heart,
my love,
my sunshine,
my flower on Sunday morning.