She danced with me all night
She knew exactly who I was
But she didn't care
She saw the good in everything
And she never changed



She even brought out the good of the Devils inside of me

seem just about the only poetic things left in my life is my poetry



a poem a day to keep the sorrows away

what a beautiful day to be alive
the rain is pouring
the sun is obscured
the dogs are barking
and the bees are buzzing

I'm low on gas and I'm low on cash
but it's okay
because
today's a beautiful day
I'm just happy to be alive

a black cat is considered bad luck
because in what is the black only exist
darkness
where the absence of light is evident
nothing to shine bright and white
to show the path where me and you walk
In the black you don't see the edge of the cliff
so when you realize it's to late
the last light you see is the flashing of your life
before your very eyes
the portals to your soul permanently closed
You see the black is a place I never want to go back too
the suffering and pain is overbearing
I feel myself fade to black like a burnt out candle
Only ashes left of what used to be

this is my letter to president Obama
you've taken everything I care about
I find myself within a void hopelessness
you promised change and supported it
but this isn't what I thought it would be
since 2008 you started implementing mass deportation
And I can't understand why
my people don't ask for much
my people just wanna eat and survive
we have committed no crime, so why do you put us in cages like animals
I'm growing up in a age where Hispanic kids are learning to hate their government and their country
you see this is my home
we all have so much to offer if we were given a chance

please stop this
please bring my mom back
bring my uncle back
and the neighbors
and every person who've you taken that's left a family behind
all you are doing is creating hate and broken families

I kinda wish that I could run
into a house
that's burning
and the air that keeps me alive
feeds the fire that kills me

they promised me tomorrow so they could give nothing today
they looked me in the eye just so they spit on my face
a block of ice forms where their hearts are suppose to be
last thing I remember saying was "I have a dream"
but dreams don't exist when your colored and your poor
the nightmares of reality overwhelm me
I'm not home, this is not where I belong

my life revolves around lies
but I continue on but with a heavy conscious
I can't get out my mind how I told a little boy, starving for food, I didn't have spare change
How I would look at the world and tell it everything is ok
But in reality that's just it, my reality is a lie
I find it harder to sleep telling her I love her meanwhile I don't
You I'm more complex then the average man
I'm a never ending series of doubt and reason
Reason for doubt but only in myself
I can't stand what I've become
It's today the day I change or do I wait for tomorrow only for the day after to come
Physically and mentally I'm drained
somedays it's seems easier to stay in bed all day
With the flooding of thoughts and past aggressions
But then I think to myself who am I
I am the man I'm chosen out to be

what
what is
what is happiness
what is happiness to
what is happiness to me
what is happiness to me when
what is happiness to me when I'm
what is happiness to me when I'm dead

physically I'm dead
mentally I'm distraught
psychologically I'm me, I am

as my means to find an ever lasting eventuality
I find my in abstract reality
I can't explain my means because I'm not sure of the end
is this the end? or the beginning to the end
hate has overcome me as the prevalent question in my life
why does it exist through me and why love so afraid to show
the answer doesn't lie far from truth but I'm afraid I'll hate it so much that my only means left would be my end
the end.