Distracted.

Leaves grow on the tips of trees, slowly but surely summer begins.   We watch the rebirth, not paying attention, then June comes with surprised expressions.   It’s summer already but we missed spring, our minds disconnected- it’s never ending.   We forgot what blossoms from soaked dirt; forgot the showers, puddles, smell of earth.…

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Connected.

This heart shakes at the sight of you. There is no mistake that I admire you.   How long would it take for us to merge together. Forget what’s at stake with you, feels better.   I know you feel the same enough secret tension enough with the games. Just hold my hand,   and…

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Remains.

Feel me move through your veins as souls float on empty trains.   Just to see you, I break chains. Now I wonder, what’s left to gain?   Fighting to heal your contagious pain, it attaches itself to me and causes a strain   within this heart spreading to my brain. Killing me slowly, I…

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Amazing.

Things haven’t been the same since you went away. Holding on to these memories without feeling the same way.   We believed that our souls would roam together. Even after death, believing we’d be attached forever.   It’s amazing how naive teenagers can be. It’s amazing how love can touch someone like me.   I…

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Youngest.

Feet patter on pale blue tiles, they quicken, they stomp marching with purpose.   Little beads hang on the tips of jet black braided hair she moves, they rattle.   Loud giggles echoes  in  long hallways, as little eyes peak through corners.   Boo!   She runs, giggles and hides until a few minutes pass…

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Making Love.

There she was sweet, supple, and tender as  fabric  falls  off  her  body nakedness has never been so whole.   There he was his face mesmerized by what can only be art  unreal, yet pure- she stood there.   So they laid legs intertwined, heat radiating from sheets with the moans of love and pleasure.…

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The System.

Brothers. Sisters. Lost family members. Blood shed. Violence Just to be gang bangers.   What has your gang done for you? Besides a sense of belonging. Addiction, murder, and theft. This is the path you are following.   A path that ends with death. Another statistic, behind bars. Another crackhead, addicted to meth. Look at…

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Moving In Silence.

“Move in silence and exocute relentlessly.” – Marc Ecko You know those moments when you’re so in tuned with everything happening in your life that more opportunities start to manifest out of no where? As a creative, this is usually an idea of a project or a vision of me in the future having accomplished…

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