Iam standing here brooklyn age 24 by ernesto francis lara

Dedicated to cardona himself

 Good things die...David Cardona himself
I supposedly live my life in abundance
Wicked daring reductant
I breath elixirs fulfilling my lungs
In the sunset
Cloudy sky's today
Unleashing my gift
My soul
They never grow old
A poem i write to your soul
Why do good things and people die young
Burning fiercly throughout the sun
Dying vigorously pertainously
With the force of a gun
Pre ordained destiny
Or decisions that cant be won
I die intentionally just to be the one
David Cardona was a strong
Confident
Very good looking indeed
A rose that grew from the concrete
Indeed
You g tumultuous
Ambitious
Her rose to be
A towering humanitarian
In times of my need
Why did he have to die!?
His spirit is in me as i i write
At his vicinity of death
Where he took his last breat...

Iam standing here brooklyn age 24 by ernesto francis lara

 Iam standing here brooklyn age 24
Iam standing her bk
Home of biggie n jay
Just a brother with ambition
A fire that almost glistens
Young buck on the mission
The almighty dolla so smooth
Who would ever thought the infinite intelligence within me
Would deviate so soon?
High school drop out
No credentials quite ignorant from sun
My passion is the sky's
My divine power from the sun
I wouldn't make it for some
Again i commend you hater
For you make me more successful
My drive is invincible
Like a unique principle
So listen some people think i wont make it
I sure as hell know that i will
Iam the galaxies of truth
The flow
And the skool
Than again my success
Falls upon a deaf ear
Iam only 24
Simply standing here..
Cant knock the hustle baby!!!!

A cold shiver from brooklyn by Ernesto Francis Lara

 A cold shiver from brooklyn
They say my thoughts is erratic like
Look crook men
My flow is gracious i know
For my writing dazzling like snow
Crystal clear words for you to hear
You cant read my eyes
Never less my soul
I captivate seduce,
Yours eyes that shine with my own
Love i threw her away
Yelled her
Cursed her
Condemned her to hell
Dont know why i still
Hang dearly to her spell
A cold shiver from brooklyn
Her winds
Her aura
They excite me
So i excel
The hate that people portray
Make me smile and propell
So with this i go
Catch the j train home
Maybe a temporary shelter
Till i purchase my own
With this i go forth
Level head
Emotions held tight
My fiery passion in my hear
My head as the night
I drink alcohol socially
Of course it defeats m...

My heart My mother simply Marilyn Lara 1/29/12

 This writing is dedicated to my mother, with the true force of the divine, I shall shower my gift on this paper!!!!

People say its like waking from a dream,
I say its a nightmare, full of tantalizing blood and scream,
was this your destiny?
Death corrosion of the soul?
Live it with no purpose out of control,
A nightmare i say,
Couldn't sleep all day,
Tears that fell like waterfalls,
Showering upon the sad,
Candles lit i commend your
Memory and my dads, i shall forgoe
What is sad,
Lets take a look at your life,
A life full passion,
Vigor and strife,
Do i believe in a heaven or hell,
I curse at those faiths,
For they are a spell,
Casted a spell for humanity,
Hindering the blind for they could
Never see,
My mother,
Gorgeous estatic vibrant black hair,
Like a song it flowed,
As she danced back and f...

My confidence by ernesto lara

 My confidence
Lies deep
Deeper than obstruct underlying thought
Deeper than obsuritys running rampant amongst men
Multi talented
Ferious
Vigerously alive
My spirit will never die
Even. Though depression runs deep
It could never deter the confidence within me!!
My confidence can alter a sea
My words can phycologicly mess with your mind
Any girl is mine
I get on my grind
Armani poli
Jackets and suites
Money is what i do
Funny as me my profession honey
Ill simply reply money
Well mousterized
My confidence will never die
Cologned up
Girogo and hugo do what they do
So i spray there cologne
Vibrant smells among yoy
Arrogant never
Confident always
I blow trees with my homies
A couple of bottles of gin
Just to secure the win
My confidence like a subtle energy
Voi...

I could write forever by ernesto francis lara

 I could write forever
I could write forever
As diligently as the sun
Rays beaming in my vicinity
I write in shrouded light
Brought forth by the vicinity
I could write forever
In my palm i grasp his word
Come forth you hypocrite
Your words and actions absurd
I see my freedom
Locked away by chains of pain
Its like a mathematical formula
Solving problems in my brain
Forbes magazine
Hispanic god
I seek abundance in the almighty
God is elite
I bow down and kiss his feet
Little did i see
I fondled with invisibility
I leave i write forever
Until these words
Ultimately finish me
Write forever...

My life by ernesto francis lara

 In life
Your perceived by others
If intellectual above norm
Insane
Your not in the box
Like religion is
A free flying hawk
Has envious adversaries
There called chickens
They cant fly
Ask yourself in the mirror
Regarding all consequences
And all gains and success
Iam a chicken
Or a tremendously free flying bird?!
Member
Some do
Some dobt
So what!!!
Be a hawk my friend!!

I shall overcome by Ernesto Francis Lara

 I shall over come
The devils that have me sprung
The very name they curse
They run
Like cowards
Speaking vicious lies
Now its my closest family
I must despise
I live free crazy
I live my life
So don't be a hypocrite
Giving me guidelines
I smoke a cigarette
To be calm and alright
My ferocious
Vivid clear
As the blue sky
If i shall day
Resentment in spirit i shall have
Haunt all these snakes
Stomp there minds in half
I live my life free
Cant you see?
Iam young intelligent n rich
Can you hear it
Its me my soul
And my daring spirit!
So get off my grind
I beat you with pure muscle
Crazy has
As crazy is
You cant knock the hustle!!!

The chosen one!!!! By ernesto francis lara

 Of course i run rampant with god
He is my bestfriend
My creator the innovator
The gifts he shed exists until the end
Is there a end
Or do we wishfully predict one
The bible is a hypocrisy
Preaching the coming of the "son"
Ok what is life to me
Young or old we must experience hell
Your karmatic forces propel you to another life
Which you must excel
I know if i could i could give you a precious kiss
If you deny
Who cares
Life is a gift
I want the world
To bite in it
To swallow it
Iam the best
Excuse my repetition
But i excel
Where is my competition
Love love love
Overrated but creates hate
Love is the emotion you cant degrade
I lay full spread above
Inside my mother land
With the gift of the gab
And my pen in hand
My life was a tragedy
Now its great
I...

A simple soul By Ernesto Francis Lara

 iam just a simple soul
one that run rampant with simplicity
never goes old
my story might
i dont feel its unique
for there are millions of starving children
with n shoes for there feet
what will be unique
is of my story of how i overcame
tragedy death and pain
changed the world made it sain
a simple soul i write
at times complicated emotions
a solid strong mind
my soul is simple
yet hard to find
i breath in energys from saturn
i indulge in the rays of light
i was born a lover!
but also to fight!
so tell that tale of that person that made it
greatness is simple
my passion so bold
iam just writing a passage to you
of a simple soul.........