#castro
Many hiding behind a mask
lost and end up last
Many lost in the past
Cover up pain in a cast
React to the world as the rest
Many complain and never act
Never raise the hand to ask
Following then sit at the desk
Following then doing a task
Now it's time to fight the past
Present the present with facts
That you ain't lost in the tabs
Never running on the tracks
But living life in the trail
Living life to prevail
Unlike many living behind the veil
After failure, they stay derailed
I stay capable because I am the
King, ace innovator and creator
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Turn off the television
That's showing us an illusion
of lies that confuses and divides
the people, the land & the minds.
Many living ignorantly saying all is mines, never sharing and always lying by committing self crimes.
Eating fast food and fries which is clogging the mind and arteries. Consuming the lies and paying fees so best way to achieve peace is to smoke some trees.
Love self by eating smart with nature greens, mixing it with rice and beans and topped with cream.
So don't follow any lies, live your passion by following the dream
And again, let's show love and peace by smoking some trees.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Come enter the darkness
Come witness a monster, a man
Of features of a rare creature
With a clear path for a seeker
With a life of a greeter. Stay warm in this cold world with heater
Away from the gangsters and strippers. Join the growers and hipsters. Free like in the Castro and Mission. Always in the corner, being a loner, getting high like a stoner, being awake unlike an employee and being free.
Don't you see the system of delusion where they draw the conclusion but it's time take back the power and find a resolution
And lead to a revolution
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Come enter the darkness
Come witness a monster, a man
Of features of a rare creature
With a clear path for a seeker
With a life of a greeter. Stay warm in this cold world with heater
Away from the gangsters and strippers.
Join the growers and hipsters.
Free like in the Castro and Mission.
Always in the corner, being a loner, getting high like a stoner,
being awake unlike an employee and being free.
Don't you see the system of delusion where they draw the conclusion but it's time take back the power and find a resolution
And lead to a revolution
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
Neither girl nor male… So what am I? Am I the so-called perv aiming to invade the wrong bathroom? Am I a heretic aiming to impose my wickedness onto the world? Am I the clocking stares they give me? How about the result of a broken home or a broken heart? Does my mere existence force you to reevaluate your identity? When all I'm trying to do is figure out mine. Neither girl nor male… So you tell me where I am to relieve my bowels. Or am I to stitch them shut for your comfort? While I'm at it, shall I stitch my eyes shut as to not burden you with running mascara; which further assaults my "feminine façade"? I'm sorry to burden you with my fake ***** of which a second of labor (turning your head) would relieve you of your distress. I'm sorry you'd rather slave away starring and clocking them. Clocking me. I am sorry that I was born male yet refuse to live up to such expectations. I am sorry that despite my best efforts I cannot pass for how I feel. Believe me—for the life of me—I am trying. As punishment for lack of natural ******* I stretch my skin to form a pleasing cleavage. As punishment for having the wrong body type, I wear a cage around my abdomen two sizes too small that cuts into my rib cage dare I seek the comforts of sitting down. As punishment for being born with a male anatomy, I crunch my disheveled sack of nerve endings between my chaffing thighs. Dare my body have the audacity to ***** itself for any reason I bend the muscle, in such a way never intended, between my legs just to have one less aesthetic reminder as to what I am not. Your clocking stares painfully remind me that I may never be seen as how I see myself. But ****** do I try. Until I do, I am condemned to be neither male nor… female.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
I would be amiss
Iffen I were to dismiss
What a seemless bliss
What a lie is this
To pretend that I don't miss
Our soft and gentle....
Silence on my lips
Though my heart's Gaurd lay remiss
A good man's premiss
My soul beckons, "Bis"
I guess what I'm saying is
Wonderful was our....
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
Conceived at night, tomorrow be mourn
Still and quiet, Wretch's babe be born
Hex for hex, curse for curse
The Witch's undoing shall be the worst
May my friend Aim pay a visit
May his screams be exquisite
Father of dog food, husband of a Harlot
Miraculous keeper of her loose undergarments
May his eyes boil and his organs char
Mere punishment for her promiscuous charm
Child and homeless, she'll wonder through the dark
Mere atonement for my aching heart
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
Tearing off
Imperialists' mantle
True to his name Fidel
He had lit
To the oppressed masses
And to those in the dark
An much-needed candle.
Weighing things from
Fraternity's angle
And the truth,
Fidel was not remiss
In dispatching own troops
In far off beyonds
To fortify for freedom
Mounted battle.
Considerate Fidel had taught
Innumerable orphans,
Whose combatant fathers lost.
Frowning up on
Amassing personal wealth,
He was building
The human power
Of the 3rd world like Ethiopia,
Among others,
In agriculture and health!
Stooping
To glittering things
While many leaders worried
To hanker for personal gain,
Fidel Castro,magnanimous,
Opted to assuage
The marginalized's pain.
For doing so
The shameless&bloodsucker;
Imperialists were trying
To **** him again and again.
Yes, Fidle was their bane!
Though Fidel is no more
His legacy we shall live to adore!//
Fiedel Castro was a true friend of Ethiopia!
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
I called her Duchess.
and I called the other one Sweet.
The third was too dry, so I called her Meat.
Three different rooms, they wasted the space,
i brought them food, and sometimes things with lace.
I gave them purpose, I loved those *****
without me, they'd be on the street unloved.
I love them
they love me
then why did they leave
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
Dear Ernesto Hugo de Castro,
Keep breathing and keep thinking,
we'll **remember that somewhere,
along the lines, you were there**,
since you have something to gain.
I like reading your poems and poetry,
I also like that you express yourself clearly,
I also like that you know how life does hurts
and I like your ruthful and inspiring works.
I love knowing your writing and trueness,
I also love how reaching perfection you do,
and, last but not least, I also love you.
- Ludapoetry
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC