Where are we going my love?
I dare not sit idle
Whilst our bodies weaken
And the earth is desecrated
Wake up from your slumber
I have not seen you for some time
While I carry a torch of love
Awaiting your return
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Tag Archives: Poem
Rise.
I die and rise again
The sweet escape
Light reigns on my life
From out of the darkness
Nina
Endings.
I aint hustle no more; you do your damn thing
I tried to trust you no more;
Made me lose my damn mind
Just can’t fuck witchu; even tho I was in love with you
Fuck these days; fuck these times;
Raise my glass ; my new girl is all mine
Sip my drank and she clearing my mind
Im not going back to the street life
Not because its scaring me
Imma do right
So my parents aint have to bury me
Nina
Go.
Dare to write
Writing your dreams, desire, sex, love and passion
Whatever that may be
You can see your thoughts colliding with concrete written form
It’s bare and exposed
Lighting a way through the dark reality of human consciousness
Love yourself
Blessed with the food, shelter, family friends
Give thanks when you write
Nobody is promised tomorrow
Everybody dies; but not everybody lives.
Zzzz
Weary eyes and sore muscles. A devine sense of self; I rest
Laying on my blanket in a hoodie and pajamas in my home along the river
In the cold and rainy northwest. Along the Pacific ocean and mountain peaks
The humid air and ocean breeze I listen to the train whistle blow
Resting my eyes and awake I sleep.
Bliss.
Is run free even possible. Run? Free?
Occupying the same sentence but..
Polar opposites; Yet I combine them
Running down my street; fast as I can
The road ends; I’m met with water
So I dive in; truly running free
Weightless bliss and the world…
Is lifted off of my shoulders.
Brain-dead
The b girl t girl it’s me world
Dancing n Stompin on leprechauns
Graff writer, the morning apple biter
Squattathon apple bottom horizontal
Leg lifts n vegan dish, Splishy splash
Free as a bird with the fish. eez
Bish please;
People come n go like the train
I run with my wife n son in the rain
Never in vain; kinda broke
Stains on my shirt;
I don’t complain, sip n trip
Go to the skatepark n rip
a concrete wave.
