Why is it
That you only look
for stars
When there is no moon
And it is dark

Why is it
That you only know
what you had
When it is time
to say goodbye

Why is it
That the things we have
Always have to wait
While we seek the things
We might never get

Why is it
Among the greenery
of the spring
We forget about the autumn leaves that flew away

Why Is it
I have always grieved
for loss more strongly
than I ever
Felt the love

Why is it
That I always write about things
When it is a little too late
And they are already gone;
Their meanings belittled



Why is it
We are too busy wondering
why someone loves us
Instead of confessing
we feel the same


Why is it
We stare at a moment
till it slips
right out of  our hand
And blurs into a forlorn memory


Why Is it
That we wait
to be sure
Till a chance becomes
another what if

we was in the bando,
trappin, we were trapped..
cook named Orlando,
moved across the track..

used to be my  neighbor, now hes got the paper,
owns a couple barbershops, got myself a taper,

owns a deli too, couple cleaners down the main street,
not long ago we were sitting in the same seat..

back when,

we was in the bando,
trappin, we were trapped..
kitchen hot too handle,
Found ourselves a rat..

polices, driving by increases...
Orlando had a thesis,
Moved in with his nieces..
He says...

"Theyll never catch me in here,
I live without fear,
only time i cry is with this tattoo tear"

A couple days later, cops broke the door in,
couple windows too, just to let more in,
they found a couple rifles, most of them foreign...
Cuffed Orlando, his niece, and his babymomma Lauryn...

multiple charges of distribution.
couple cases of ******...
money laundering, and weapons, his attorney would murmur...


They say my writing *****, this is no place for this crap..
i dont do poetry, i just write reality rap..
and truthfully, nowadays reality lacks.
So i dedicated this to his daughter Natalie Max.

25 to life..
no chance of parole, bottle....

of hennessy,

just *** he was my role model..

They say how can you defend him, when i yell free Orlando..
*** i still remember when..
we was in the bando...




-afj

Do yourself a favor
stop caring so much
It doesn't matter anymore.

                               Start thinking, stop fearing.
                               Start dreaming, change reality.
                               Start talking, inspire hope.

Do yourself a favor,
stop pretending it matters,
start realizing it's only an optical illusion.

                                Life is  a sequence of failures.
                                Horrible things happen,
                                To beautiful people,
                                For ugly reasons.
                            
Do yourself a favor,
stop humoring reality,
start creating clarity through your actions.

Rain and sun
blending together
serenading flowers
adorn with velvet petals
bold with bright colors
flashing
as the wind caress
budding treasure chest
of potent nectar
creating honey
as radiant as a woman's flesh
so sweet and delicious.

That nights
we stood amazed
at the stars in the clear sky
luminescent light
reflecting off of the waves

The wind blowing
gloomy clouds
cascading shade
the sand *****
running sideways as they played

Sandy beach
glistening as the ocean sprayed
lights of cruise ships
casting far away
The moon
appeared from the horizon
the sunset set too soon