What an astonishing moment
What a great loss to humanity
This is the dirge of the greatest
The deceased legendary boxer
You fought for equality
In time when others had no hope
You loved mankind in harsh times
Time they couldn't love themselves
Greatest was you
So fighting was yours

Holled up
locked
enclosed
I will not leave the house today.
Why?
as if you need to ask
why?
well,
it is
because.....
well ....
I have no answer.
Something may happen!
what you ask
something ,  that would be bad
So you are scared you ask
Yes I am scared
but scared is not the word
encased in fear would say it better
it sits in my stomach like a black ball
clouds my mind like a fog
the surf is good today. I could go to the beach
but it is outside
and something might happen

When I am hungry I eat poetry.
When I am thirsty I drink poetry.
When I am angry I fight poetry.
When some body make a joke I laugh poetry.

Being in need of relationship I propose poetry.
Resting and  playing I do poetry.
My life is poetry and I  will die poetry

Poetry is my healer.
Heal me and mend my broken heart.
During stress its becoming my reliever.

When I am happy I sing it.
In sad moments it is my comforter.
Every head node when I speak it
Smile when I read it.
Laugh when I joke it.

I will live with it
Because is my food that keep me going .

You are my shining star.
In the morning you wake me up.
At night you appear to bright on top of my head and the darkness covered me like a blanket so that I can have a peaceful sleep.

Everyone is pointing the finger on you, but they can't hold you because you are mine.

Your beauty stole my heart.
Then I choose you between the moon and the sun.

The clouds tryed to close my way so that I can't view your image,but you kept running away from them because you knew I was the one.

You are the most wonderful star I ever got and you will always be my heart.

how lucky am i?
meeting the love of my life in disney and so young
how ****** was it?
i wrote our vows, and accidentally deleted them.
but you died so i guess you're *******.

I've got the world's best kept secret
locked in 2 AM screenshots--
her late night musings over a crusty joint, a crushed pill,
or some ***** cigarettes.

She sends me her thoughts,
fears,
anxieties,
insecurities--

at her most vulnerable,
absolutely the most beautiful.

Her anguish stressed in the digital scroll
(though she doesn't like Kerouac, I let her borrow my copy),
her stained fingers mashing all their hurt and nicotine
into the keyboard--

and her pen aches and her paper stains
with the unrequited love she empathizes with
in the somber pop punk songs that explode from the stereo
she sings loudly on cold and lonely night drives
(I shiver in her passenger seat).

And she made for me the greatest of mixtapes,
her holy scrawl expounding upon a dull grey donut-shaped
slowly fading form of intimacy,
a blank CD--

"This mix is a good time"

and when I jammed it into my car stereo I was illuminated.

She is so cool, she is so punk,
and in her clandestine drugstore car charger thefts,
broken poems,
impalpable aesthetic,
impeccable music taste,
illuminated or even further obfuscated drug trips--

I have the world's best kept secret,
and more than anything, I wish to share it with you--

                                     so she can make someone another mixtape.