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this dawn has no sun... it has an eye.
it is nothing but dreams and a risen Christ.
the long beyond behind me, is the avalanche... the tremors
in a golden misery. a blunder on glass stilts.
this dawn has to step outside -
to have a mirror. it has to bake the clay
that made a man.... into
an iron wisp.

it has to occur to God
to have your entropy be a deep kiss.
to obliterate the schedule of planned events
and substitute the void for the real fear.
is has to occur to Us
to have no reality other than this.
to celebrate the anvil of cartoon antics
and most refuse the void
with the mind clear.

' bout a train don't come.... been always here....
sinking into the ravines of your cabbages
and sulking in the mulch
of some soiling ambrosia.
a cure for Krackens  in your refractory-
stammering the diphthong  
of an adjacent
howl.

but not quite an amethyst
at rush hour  

but a diamond in
the hush.

a black diamond
within us.
If I could have just one wish granted
One prayer heard and answered
It would be let me hold him one more forever
Before he grows one day older
Just let me hold him one more time before the days turn to weeks to months to years
Before he turns 8 then 9...12, 13... 16... 18... 21... 25... starting a family of his own
Let me hold him one more forever while watching movies on the couch snuggled warm comfy cozy
Let me hold him one more time after school see him smile as he runs and jumps up into my arms
Let him tell me one more **** joke give me one more obnoxious burp tell me who's knock knocking at my door
Let me hold him while I listen to him laugh and snicker and giggle
Let me hold him one more forever
Before he grows one day older
And then as he turns 8 and 9... 12... 13...
And the days turn to weeks to months to years
Let me hold him in my heart until forever turns to dust and time has found its end
And when we find forevers end and time no longer moves
Let me hold him even tighter and never let him go
 Dec 2015 Ariel Baptista
MOTV
Hood talk

Clip Bark

The Devil Taunt

Leave Some Good Men

Distraught

Hanging With Some bullets in there
notch



Ohh


Hood Hustle

******* wanna cuddle

Till you got no money
to rebuttal

Sell a *** for drow

Make her trick for Gold

leave the ***** a poem
call it

The Hood-Gift


They are the Kings

Roaming the land like Rome

Conquering as they sing

until they meet MJO



Oh


That loud noise in the face of danger
Well,
that is the herb,
illuminated
smoking heat
filled space,
racing, striding with confidence, they are angry.

Hold back and observe
how minds are dazed
hurt, fire spit, lions roar
mouths drop to the dirt,
going through the floor

That mind stable
stumble,babble,humbled...

track of that unfabled,
notorious like the b.

Immaculate

Gifted

Glory speaking of the Holy

seeking the warrior
writing down
death foretold

Listen

                        Listen

As bullets
get dodged
in the mission

The Devil talks

devil talks

but cannot walk....

With I

For I

Am with God

for

God is with me......

Us... God, I trust.

XxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxx

Hood talks

***** walks

Does she think I can get taunted?

By the unwanted

LUST

Warrant spent

the demented kid
dependent on abstract adolescence visions

with no spirit to grab the woven sands
of the cloth made from time

Attention:

                                          Atten­tion:

                                                          ­                                 Attention:

I nearly lost my mind

no pretentious joke,

no...

No, no

No
   Time to

Hide from my mind
as it collides with eroding slime, grime, goo

Deep...

As I..

As I....

Seep...

Fell in the tar pit

that was nearly lit

The heat...

Burning

Blazing, blazing...

the gas-fueled

the fire and my

de
     sires

a blazing,

      a fire

was lit

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lift this

used a quick fix

of some mushrooms

I fell into the....

that...

soup

which

were

was,
is
melted in the ***
seen by a few chosen eyes

the stew filled with
the residue of sin....

has been
will be
has

taken hold of men....


Hard to crawl out of
the hood of hell

without being stuck with a demon yourself

Hard to crawl out of
the hood of hell

without being torn up
nearly killing oneself

It is hard climbing out of hell

without a doubt,
without a doubt,

without doubt

Heaven does exist

thoughts can be saved,
solved,
paved

Learning
enslavement
is tangled
into how we are made,

what are you
a slave to today,
stuck,
giving all of you that time...

money, jobs, games, tv have all chained my mind.

Well Shucks!

Sorry, again
finding
my minds eye


Looking into the sky
of the 7 suns,

collaborated
with the essence of sweet purp
I puff


Miracles
patterns
live
as an Angel,

a mad hatter
tonic
sipping
loud gripping
friend getting hit

&

Disaster strikes
at flashes of light

But one
survives
the fight

and in it

is glorified.




don't bow.
 Dec 2015 Ariel Baptista
Santiago
Rey de Gloria yo me rindo
Rey del cielo levanto a Ti mi voz
Que mi adoración sea grata a Ti

Mi deseo es adorarte
Mi anhelo es tocar tu corazón
Que mi adoración sea grata a Ti

No hay nadie como Tú
No hay nadie como Tú
No hay nadie como Tú, Señor! (2x)

Rey de Reyes
Señor de Señores
Exaltado seas hoy
Mientras me acerco a tu trono
Glorifícate! (2x)

Rey de Gloria yo me rindo
Rey del cielo levanto a Ti mi voz
Que mi adoración sea grata a Ti

Mi deseo es adorarte
Mi anhelo es tocar tu corazón
Que mi adoración sea grata a Ti

No hay nadie como Tú
No hay nadie como Tú
No hay nadie como Tú, Señor! (2x)

Rey de Reyes
Señor de Señores
Exaltado seas hoy
Mientras me acerco a tu trono
Glorifícate! (2x)

Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!

Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
(Glorifícate!)

(Levanta tu adoración al Rey!)

Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Jesus Christ Worthy Of Worship, Praise, And Honor.
 Dec 2015 Ariel Baptista
Mr E
War
 Dec 2015 Ariel Baptista
Mr E
War
They say that war is hell,
but surely it is not.
Because in war there are the children
and the younglings who've done no wrong.
And in hell there are the ******,
where the wicked men burn for all their sins.
Hell is where the guilty live,
war is where the innocents suffer.
Surely war is worse than hell.
We all are different,
We all have a certain talent
That sets us apart from the world around us,
But we also like to put each other down,
And tell each other that our talents are unimportant,
That they aren't special, or unique, or special,
That we all need to just be the same,
And “fit” in with the world.
That s not true.
That’s the complete opposite of what we need to do,
What we need to live like.
I am special in my own unique way,
I am one of a kind,
And I am happy to be what society wants me to be.
I am a song of my own,
A melody that plays on and on,
And never gets old,
I am in a world that I feel exiled in,
But the words that I write,
The words that I live through,
They are my escape.
I wait every day,
For a chance to touch the stars,
To be trapped in the vastness of the universe,
To hold hands with the ones I love,
Where I don’t have to follow rules,
Where I don’t have to hide who I am anymore,
Where I can just breathe…
Where I want to be….
Where you can breathe and be free with me.
facing frustration with a renewed faith
faceless masters attempting to **** my buzz
through alteration of company policy
I kick and scream
on the inside
using my game face to face the situation –
I face my foes in the foray
fidgeting and feeling froggy
I jump at the chance to plead my case
charts and graphs backed by statistics
and a power point presentation
my plucky spirit is plucked
by punks in pastel purposefully
pandering to posers on pedestals –
defeated, yet invigorated
I mount my comeback
pull an old face from the cedar chest
and look the pair of curmudgeons
square in the eye
I am valuable
necessary
dare I say,
needed…
and all I ask
is to be treated the same as always
all ways –
I want to get out,
But how do I run from this?
From my mind?
From those who are consuming my thoughts?
I wish this would just go away.
But it seems it's a part of me.
And I have nowhere left to hide.
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