Seasons

Seasons

I thought it be more
Came up 
After the Fall

Thought after this Winter storm
We'd spring back 
In full force

See I'd been reaching 
For heights that I 
Never saw before

Told myself
To stay strong 
Then relapsed on what's gone

This too shall pass like the changing of the Seasons                                                                                                         I still have something to believe in. I miss us for all the wrong reasons. 

Her silence

So now I rebuild, how in the H.E.L.L am I supposed to chill?

New day, New Dawn. Funny enough before this, I didn't do Poems. I respect the writer, I love the art form.

It's just my poetry usually has rhythm behind it. Dope beats allowed me to hear, when my ears were in silence. My steps were in such rhythmic guidance. Now all I have are weak breathes and these quiet writings.   

Now that she left, I can't hear the music any more. I'm so unsure. I even question my uncertainty. I mean we could've easily lasted past eternity. God perform surgery and remove my urge for she. 

HER, use to be my favorite word. Her smile, her curves...Erase that, her light, her worth...I now face facts, she needed more than what I aimed at. 

Did I even aim? Caught up in my day to day, I didn't notice us fade away.  

Shame well yes, not so much for what I did but what I didn't do. Here's t...

JUNIOR...Heaven's Latest Warrior

Cloud Nine? 

I'll be lucky to find one...Who numbered them anyway? Whomever it was must have been truly high or has lived a much better life. Chances are they were white. Not that race is always a factor, but come on. Tears don't fall from my eyes. It's my soul that cries. Turn on the news and see why. 

Yeah it was my friend shot down in front of the local bodega. For buying a cold beer and a Garcia Vega? No drugs found. Who are you to judge? You have no idea what it's like for people like us growing up. Or maybe you do and the thought of police shooting over a brew, eats away at you too. 

He actually gave back to our community, Master's degree and spoke a different tongue. Fluent in three. Reopened our childhood rec. center. He was mentor. Made all those around him, want to be better. So what he smoked weed privately on the weekends. See those kids he mentored told him of parents that would beat them. Sometimes he had to...

Friendly Conservation...

I said, "to what end?"

He replied, "it's not always Black and White, when you have brightly colored friends." 

He said, "you see dude, there'll be Reds and Blues. Those mad an those cool."

"Then you have the Greens, jealousy fuels their steam. Masterminds with their schemes, to get it by any means."  

I said, "but wait, what about Cream?" 

He replied, "those types, say they're a better life. They'll claim a bigger note but they more like 10's an 5's. Really closer to White, only in dimmer light." 

"Now those Grays, don't know how to behave. They fight to come to the light, but feel okay when in shade." 

"Yellow, Orang...

Delusional...

Know this, 

it's growing in my stomach...I can feel it
It went from 100, down to 0 now...real quick                                                        

Tell me that the love is gone. Maybe it's a lover's quarrel.                                                                                   Maybe it's our love was torn, and fate sealed it. 

Love is not enough, it never was just the two of us  

You and I, our unity was...Unspoken, still the most fluent kind

So foolish,...