who could it be
that's always with me

through thick and thin
we lose or we win

he don't give a ****
bout who I am
my buddy and pal
the one I confide in

he dont stray
or stay far away

can always be found
just a hangin around
keeps all my secrets won't utter a sound

and at the end
with me they' will send

In that oak coffin
in the last hearse
to heaven or hell
or maybe even worse

where we are goin
I'm just not knowin

we're up **** creek
without a paddle
Just you and I
it's Me and My Shadow

Right or Wrong it's my song

it can't be wrong
if it's right
If it's black
It can't be white
it can't be dark
if there's light
you can't maybe
if you might
If you are groovy
then you're out of sight
you can't be bumming
with so much delight
you aren't yellow
if you fight
you can't be short
if you're tall in height
If you're eating a cheeseburger
can I have a bite
If your cleavage is huge
then your bras too tight
you can't be dead
if you still have life
If you're single
you don't have a wife
it can't be a ball
if it's called a strike
leave a comment
If you'd like
can you cut the tension
with a knife
If you like to smile
you don't have a frown
if it's right side up
it can't be upside down
if you're always sad
you can't be a clown
if no one hears you
do you make a sound
you can't be tired
while you're wired
always late to work
so you got fired
told your wife
you got laid off
but she knows
that you're a liar
cuz she went
to see your boss
on her knees
and now she's hired
you can't smell good
if you stink
you aren't dumb
if you think
you can't be chicken
if you're a pork link
If I lead
will you follow
If you ****
do you swallow
If you understand
You don't comprehend
that is all 
I think
my friend
or this song
will never end

I remember when
you were just
a thought in my head

so subtle and blue
just hanging around
without a sound
no place to go
no voice to know
just a thought that I got

and suddenly! to my disbelief,
you started to grow!
your words they would flow!
like a volcanoes eruption,
the words all would function
and I knew that it was,
your time to rhyme

your perseverance
has gotten you into
your first contest appearance
you look good, you look great
your Rhymes and stanza breaks
you're ready for the big show

those other poems
they don't know
what it took to be you,
how far you have come
and what you've become
from a little prewrite
to a full-blown Delight

I'm a proud parent
of my muses development
with crisp rhyming words
flowing into Majestic chords
diving off of a platform tongue
into escalating stairs of waves
finally reaching a crescendo
of musical poetic ecstasy
raining down  
on the yearning open ears
anticipating your kisses and Soothing touches

my thought has just come full circle a poem It has become
let no one doubt it
sing little poem
sing loud and clear
they have been waiting
for you to appear

I Don't Mind

I have often been asked why I write
and the answer is simply because I can't type
my mind thinks it has a mind of its own

it works in the abstract
it doesn't care
if it's fantasy or fact

sometimes my mind
I can't find

it goes on vacation
for some duration

people say
that I've lost my mind
the lost and found
takes up a lot of my time

some people see
the glass as half-full
others half empty
but all I see is a glass
that doesn't know what it wants to be

When people say to me goodbye I say why?
to me a good buy is
when you buy two
and get the third one free

All my corners are rounded
a dazed maze that's confounded
but often my mind is being kind and so I write
as long as my mind Don't mind

The Street's

when you live on the streets 
you find that you can perform some incredible feats
like not eating for weeks

when your blisters all meet
to become the soles of your feet

and your pain stops to complain

walking around for hours from alley to Park 
abandoned house or vacant lot

avoiding the uniform stops loitering, trespassing tickets, 

court dates
new cell mates
making license plates

lost in the system, a number not a name
do your time come out the same

hit the streets all-too-familiar
life just repeats, until it deletes

Ramon Monchie Hidalgo RIP

He was born at the wrong time
with the wrong circumstances
he lived the wrong life
not meant for a child
to walk for miles
in order to get educated lessons
to learn English
learn backbreaking work
from the day he could walk
go get some water from the well
all of the animals require
that their thirst does expire
before he could play
he had to chop wood
half a day
to keep the Adobe
little one-room house warm
he had to feed the horses
the goats, cows, and pigs
their food source
that they would need
in order to survive
the horrors of those days
that weren't his, no way
bad luck personified
to be born to a young father
never to meet his mother
as she would expire
birthing this baby
then given to two
very old grandparents
that could barely walk
he was their salvation
but it wasn't his journey
the father would return
to visit the Lad
with a new wife and
a brood of 3
all of his growing life
this kid would persevere
he didn't know the meaning of fear
he grew into a man
of the greatest kind
humble, respectfull, proud, loyal
married and stayed with the same lady
until his dying day
but it wasn't his journey of plan
he was one hell of a man
with the pain and suffering
the loneliness
the jealousy
that he couldn't be
the son that he was intended to be
He was my brother
Ramon Monchie Hidalgo
the greatest man that I've ever known
he has just passed
rest my brother
you were like no other

the journey is over

The Great Outdoors

Oh! The Great Outdoors camping, fishing, wishing
but,
no grocery stores

sleeping in a tent, campfires, no rooms to rent

swimming in the lake
ants, flies, mosquito bites that you undertake

all day long fishing,
not even a bite,
Bologna sandwiches for dinner,
you know that ain't right

behind a big bush
take a look around,
then squat to crap
and don't look down

no toilet paper did you bring, grab a rock, a leaf, some dirt anything

you couldn't wait to get here and now you can't wait to get back