Lay down on the floor
and wondered, is this as low as
I can go. Then, I
took a hit or two cause
it cannot get any worse.

I think therefore I
am. I dream therefore I
believe. I fail
so I learn. Things work out
when in control of my mind.

"Bad dog! Sit "
They told me to stay down
on my old ****.
To be mediocre
and take commands.
Offered me a treat
if I obeyed
and conformed.
No! I will not conform
with such a small feat.
I'll fetch me self a real bone,
and then remold
my craft until I master
my skills.
Do not come at with that tone,
you could have not survived
the hood of stone-cold
predators I put down.
Proved them all wrong
and went home with a gold
collar that said:
"CEO of my own life."

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

It's never a good time to change,
because to change I must give up the conformity.

Evolving is like riding
a horse that dips.
All regrets left at the curb,
new routines set in place.
I must choose: the American dream
or giving in to desire.
The ride will be a blurb
if I dare to look back.
I found a path down this maze.
I can feel it in my gut,
the bittersweet taste
of success.

From time to time
darkness graces
me with a visit.
A dear old friend and she
brought along wicked pain
and compartmentalized stress.
We barter our lifeline
to get the snake eyes that are crucial for success.
The poison is also the cure.
I accept stress and pain
to let out the darkness
and I manage to finesse
a new lesson.  
Every time is the last one,
it grips me
the ****** burdening load.

Then it's just darkness
and I, having a petty blast
and finishing our flasks.
Darkness's reassurance
that life evaporates
like a flame
made me accept
the darkness within.
The poison made me
crackle and under the dark sky
I glowed
in spite of the beating of time.

Cariño, dame lo que
Queda de tu cafecito
Que tus labios han endulzado.