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Bell'Alta Jul 2013
Chillin like a villain under this pavilion
Acting so dope cuz we got hope
Thanks to the women and men
Who went out there, fought and made a win
And now we've got freedoms people don't even know
How to show that respect, they just talk about their woes
So today, get outta yo head and think instead
Of all you got, cuz man, it's a lot
And praise the Lord everyday for blessing you in this way.
This is a rap I wrote about the 4th of July.
Bell'Alta May 2013
Don't be afraid I'll take your hand
I'll be by your side all the days long
You help me and I'll help you
And together we'll make it through
Together we'll make it Home
Bell'Alta May 2013
I dedicate this poem to Ed Ly
For he was the one to inspire me
There’s this guy I know at school
He’s mysterious and really cool
Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his head
I like him a lot, his name is Ed
I stayed after to help with The Pursuit
And told Ed he reminds me of **** ‘n’ Boots
He stared at me very terrified
Now he always questions me
“Why **** ‘n’ Boots?  No, I disagree”
Whenever I see him he gives me the evil eye
And says “You hate us,” and pretends to cry
He’s always joking, I can guarantee
Because – well, he’s Ed Ly
Ed I wrote this poem just for you
And all I've said is really true
I wrote this in high school, around 2004 or 2005.
Bell'Alta May 2013
Anger consumes my body, like fire from hell
My body keels over from lack of food
Food which I purposely neglected to provide
Hate, abuse, deceit and anger take over me
Pure ugliness, staring me in the face
People that are supposed to care, supposed to love
Who claim to care and claim to love
Yet seem to me as wolves in sheep’s clothing
Wanting to control me, dominate me, constrict me
Who crush me over and over again
And wonder why we are always butting heads
Sadness creeps in my heart, but it is not mine
And it saddens me more that I feel her hurt
My heart aches for love, for touch, for affection
It longs to love and to be loved
But all it receives is sadness and pain
Crying out for love, my body cries too
Not with tears, but with blood
A deep crimson red running out of me
Staining everything in its path
As this blood runs out of me, so does my strength, my energy
I am exhausted and long to sleep
But my mind is forever going, going, going …
Why? Why? Why? Why?
The question of a thousand why’s consumes me …
Threatening to crush my very soul.
Bell'Alta May 2013
Bisogno del tuo tocco
Per sapere che sei propio mio
Per sapere che esisti per me
E che non solo una faccia nella mia mente

Toccami
Amami
Baciami
Tienimi

Solo con te
Nelle tue braccia
Sono libera
Sono protetta
Sono forte
Sono a casa

Senza di te, sono persa
Sei l’acqua per mia sete
Sei cibo per mio fame
Sei luce nel mio buio

La tua esistenza mi dà lo scopo
Per amare e desiderare
Per servire e vedere
Le ferite della tua anima
Supplicando, piangiando
Per il bisogno di essere guarito
Di essere visto per chi sei verramente
Un uomo di forza e potenza
Pieno di amore a dare
Per dare a me
Posso vedere
Amore mio, ti vedo
Bell'Alta May 2013
Scattered books
Empty bottles
Misplaced shoes
Hamper full
Drawers askew
Sheets fumbled
Books
Books
Books
And
More books
A forgotten uke
Hiding by the wall
Longing to be played
To be touched
Poster of Italy
Begging me
Calling me
To return
Paintings of a dear friend
Reminding me
Encouraging me
To be good, to be kind
To love
He helps me see the way
He helps me see the path
He reminds me to pray
Reminds me to study
His word
Yes, He is the Lord
Jesus Christ
My Savior
And friend.
Bell'Alta May 2013
Birds chirping
Trees swaying
And a memory
A memory of
A far away place
Waiting, wanting
To be remembered
Blue skies
White clouds
Windows in the sky
Excitement rising
In my whole soul
Wanting to know
What is in
The window
Of the sky
Sharing my excitement
With others
Passionate, giddy
A whisper of love
Soft, spoken, in the wind
Wanting to share this treasure
With my love, my lover
He is distracted
But the excitement
Still rises
One, two, three
Emptiness, black
Eyes starting
To adjust
Birds chirping
Trees swaying
And a memory
A memory of ...
A dream.

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