Looking out my window, the color of you,
I conclude only the young poets, have hues of blue,
Your  color is haze gray, as morning dew,
Your love stood the test of time, now a life left behind
Traces of her must linger, I saw her in your shadow,
With the absent of light, Where no reflection should be,
I wanted to shout, she’s there, but I realize the wind tells you so,
You feel her in your soul,
Firewalker

desires only asked for through the weak/
we wish for what we cant gain through the streets/
these wishes become our only goal/
so we start from the crumbs as the bread unfolds/
even though we always meet a dead end/
we still push through cuz' our dreams have been cushioned/
by the time our dreams get crushed/
we turn to the gangs and these other ordeals that might help us/
we put our trust where our mouth is and we let it play out/
no father figure, no mother to trust the words out our mouth/
so we succumb to hate n' dying love/ we let our guns
talk for us/ and don't care who gets caught up!!!

As the storms of life swirl round about me
there is another brewing down deep inside
A whirlwind of hurt, anger and confusion
slowly eroding away the core of my being
The very core of who and of what I am
until nothing of me remains and
I become just an empty shell of a man
mkt

she always loved breakfast in parkhurst
summertime especially
cigarette in hand
shades on
but then autumn came
and everything turned red
the same shade as her lipstick
the dogs stopped passing by
and then winter came
she sat there every sunday morning
vovo telo
sipping on her coffee, waiting as it got cold
as cold as his heart when he left her
but then it was spring
and flowers grew back
and the smiles started arriving again
and all she could do was sit there
every sunday
waiting for something that not even she knew