Age and Numbers

If age is just a number

Why does it matter when love is added?

Aren’t problems subtracted?

Or have you multiplied the type of boys

By the games they play?

See, my legal age doesn’t make me a man, just yet

But wait a year and I think I’ll be the same

Just another being, being the best he can be

My future lies in the truths that doesn’t come before

And more like the answers after

So let me ask you,

Do you want your daughter to be happy?

Yes, well, so do I

And I don’t say I do till I know it’s true

But your views of me will stay the same

I can’t complain

I understand,

I’m just another boy trying to be a man in your books

And all I’m trying to do is get in between those sheets, right?

No, that’s not me

I like to read between the lines

Because sometimes that’s where you’ll find the truth

The other youth who thought he could heal her

So he appealed her to love him

And she did

Not knowing that he hid a temptation

All he wanted was elation

And now that’s what’s holding me in square one

Because the cycles seem the same

And I’m the “psycho” stuck in the “game”

Guess I need a new objective

Because age is nothing but my youth growing up

So if you’re giving up on the chances

I hope they dance to salsa and let me lead

I don’t want to get stuck in the music hearts play

But in the happiness that comes after

So I’ll stay after the song is over

Even if you don’t care how old I am

I just want to be man enough to go against the world

I want to be boy enough to learn from my mistakes

I just want to be old enough to ask for your hand

Without promising a future,

Only because we need the present to gift our love

So we can package it, send it to our tomorrow

And see if it still feels like today

Lonely

Lonely

Sometimes in a world full of a million people

You just don’t want to be that million and one person

You just want to be on an island

Where the only problem is how many coconuts should there be for lunch

But that’s when you start thinking

That you’ll be trapped forever

And you’re brought back into reality

Only to forget you had dreams or hopes

So you begin hoping your dreams come quick

Quicker than it takes for the journey to even begin

But that’s when it ends; the pain

The pain that seems to gnaw at your skin

Somehow you still want it to pick at you

Like you being first chosen is the best to ever happen to someone’s life

That’s two strikes, two strides to worry about

Too much to take into consideration

And it’s too lonely when no one knows two souls are not whole

So instead of a million and two, you’re both a part of this world

A cold place that replaces faces like commercials

Holding like kisses for only seconds

And the seconds it takes to make a million and three

Is diagnosed by the million and two decline

So have you forgotten the feeling when you were just three?

A family, parents who apparently had it planned

That you’ll grow old to become someone

Yet, on this night you ignite the candle to keep the dark alleys lit

Maybe leaving a path for someone to keep on walking

And forgetting you were holding the light

Instead, just holding the brights from those who don’t understand

So they continue forward, away from the darkness

Not knowing that underneath all that black there’s rest

A colorless view that is open to directions

A way of life that seems like death is around

But what’s profound is not that there’s so much negative

But what’s in sight is twisted into not positive

And the answers to life is only to take breaks at times when you want to be alone

Only to come back into a world of a million and four people

And pretend like nothing ever happened . . .

Stuff

Live. Live...LIVE

Heaven. Heaven...HEAVEN

Words make LIVE feel like HEAVEN

Heaven feels Live, because this is Real Time

I don't stop life to expect the unexpected

Pause the game so I can win without Reset

Retell, the story because I'll be gloried

Superman of Future battles

I live with no grammar

Because English isn't my first language

Human hearing is my vibrations in the mentals

The voice that's heard when others are too scared to tell the truth

The only reason I speak for you

Is because someone spoke for me

I was unspoken because I didn't know how to talk

Now I have voice, and a meaning

Give me a pen and set a meeting with the World

I need to announce something

I POET

I could go on and on about life
But that's what scares me
Half of what I tell people seem to be dreams, de javu or a past happening
What's happening?
It feels like I'm forgetting my past
So it has come to pass
And I'm down below my thoughts because to swim up stream seems a challenge when I don't even know what I'm swimming towards

Lost and forgotten seem to be the words that cross my mind when I think of you
But just yesterday the day became the past
To you the last one has lost one and you're in need of hugs
Well, that's not how it works all the time
And you should know
I'm not one for enemies but my entity entirely aches because it has yet to let go
That's why I'm here to let show that its not me that's lost and forgotten
I've lost that feeling inside that feels like light but makes me conscious of what's to come
I've forgotten how it feels to be happy around you since its equally better to be happy with someone anyways
And I've gained some knowledge
That if you have some sense you shouldn't pay attention to things that are shiny
You never know, it might just be your reflection
So check what you see before you try to attain it
At least I'm not lost or forgotten anymore

The Universe

The sky seems so wide dreams become lost in the stars

And that's why the Moon stays shining,

To help light the way to the Big Dipper

Where I can wish people well

By telling them to reach to the heavens and above

That's why the world becomes the ground on which ladders are built

Because with each step there's another day

To make the night lights stay on until everyone is safely at home

At home where dinner feels like meals

And there's no window that stays closed

Because the wind needs to cool down the heat from the oven

The rivers stay running because it's better than my thoughts

Since the only water that reigns on my throne are tears

The ones that fear an eye for safety

So they hide from people's words like crosswords

And words just cross people in the wrong direction

So what is said becomes what is regretting

It's setting the wrong impressions on impressing others

than yourself

Where is this world's mind?

Because I'm not sure where in the Universe mine is. . .

The Hustle

To hustle is a must do / bust those who get in the way / they're getting away / they're trying to buy their freedom / but you don't see them / because they're already on stacks / high stacked, so they can't investigate / go back and hesitate / in case they face the feds / but in their heads / they're heading to the top / and that won't stop them / not only is it a hip hop thing / it's a one night fling / but most call it success / but if joy happens less / it's not happiness / guess it's just what they make of it / take a hit, but there's no rest / i'm blessed, when everyone is stressed / the left because nothing goes right / the light is diminished / probably finished, just extinguish /

Two Randoms - Too Random

Sometimes I wonder where we’ll end up

Give it some months, some years, just days

Will I love you with the same intensity?

Love you like our first date kiss,

Nothing more, nothing less

Let’s rest on the notes that play our favorite song

Listen along to the words we’ve only heard a thousand times

“It’s just you and I in this future room that’ll be our home

Open the door to new fortune and look forward to the future”

That’s where our hearts sing

They seem to be in unison

One in the same, yet opposites can attract

It’s a matter of the passion

The actions that speak louder than words

Probation

I’m waiting for my trial to come to file

It’s the time that has me waiting

Ticking away my days like I just watch everything go by

Where am I?

Waiting under the Bridge

Waiting for the rain to stop pouring

I’m tired of this reign that keeps on pouring

Change out of pockets to broke to keep one

(6/4/2009)

3.15.08

Orange Juice

The taste of it is watery
Too watery I might as well have gotten water
And the crowd is slightly comical
While the wind plays with the window
The lights are dim and the fans
Fan away the heat
But I'm hotter than these fresh eggs
My mind is scrambled
My body is like bacon; stiff
Unable to speak
Unable to tell her
Sitting across the table
How beautiful she is
And how much I'd do for her
The sacrifices sufficient enough
To keep her content forever
But the smell of powdered sugar
Over french toast is too intoxicating
So, I just hide the compliments
With a mouthful of cowardly actions
And quench my thirst with
Orange Juice

Unsaid

Somehow you are intoxicating
Like I want you more than I need you
But it always feels so good
You stay on my mind like an itch
Mend my cuts like a stitch
You make me want to rhyme
In order to convince you
That you have me going crazy
And I don't want to admit
That I've fallen for you
I want to pretend like
You're just another lady in my mind
But girl you are my...my..my world
Yes its crazy that your eyes
Are the stars
Keep me in check with Orion's Belt
Your dimples
Are the caves we hide in
When we want to be alone
Your 'I love you's
Are the best words next to
'I do'
But will you ever know
You are the beat in this artist
The colors I hope to catch
After I taste the hues
Of this masterpiece
You are the ink
That flows in my veins
Waiting to be cut
To bleed my love onto paper
You are the beginning
Of the ending
You are the Village
I can always come home to
If only you'll let me
You are
The stripes on Zebra's
The protector from carnivores
You are the Pastor
To my sinful ears
With a voice full of God
You are my time
That talks to me when I tick
You are
What I'll accept if you decline
You are the Amazon
A beast to keep courage at a roar
You are a woman of wonder
No wonder you're amazing
You are mi amor
Y por eso te amo siempre

everday motown grooves

Sometimes the blues keep us cold in the city where summer is lucky to have a turn
We yearn for warmer days
Not only in temps but in rents
Because when the money is due there's few that can make the payments
But it takes patience to make it out of debt
Expect the check to hold the fam of five to a slice of turkey ham
So there's always beef to go around
Don't you know, a lack of food can become tragic in the hood
Should it get any worse it becomes a curse
Word, is born almost everyday
Since the only way out is through dictionaries
The vocabulary list is so short that even I'm tall compared to its readings
The feedings on the mind don't fulfill the hopeless
So they hope less
Cope stress with dope mess
And the crack breaks backs
Not only on mothers but our brothers
Who are fighting for a buck
Fresh out of luck so they bang
Until the only bells heard are from church steeples
But I see death reaper
So he's a keeper
Who keeps her away from her love
Because she was shot astray
A passer by, so she wasn't in the way
Night and day begin to look the same
But the change in the office can't stop this democracy
Because wherever you go you'll always find majority rules
Its cool when you aren't the one stuck between heat
A fire that burns even after shells land on hells ceiling
People stop kneeling because believing has lost its faith
Space no longer likes faces because its better to keep to your own land than lend a hand
But what happened to a village and child relationship
Did the whips become a new definiton for slavery
So the new machine only needs oil to spoil the minds stuck behind the line of mellow tunes and hello june
Its still spring so people hip hop their way to freedom
But the symptoms of stardom isn't always a dream
But if you wake up and smell the dew these words won't feel like a dream
That's why I keep it real
So no more seals on the potholes this city has
This pity was here
But I'm here to create life
Because she's pregnant with my seeds
So let them grow so that melodies won't stay as the ice cream trucks tune
And more like lullaby that'll rest you
But don't test dudes
Just test through
The song doesn't have to stop because the bless sings
So stop and listen to the motown grooves

left lonely

In a world full of people who want to be a sequel its hard being left alone
But I've realized that if I were to roam they'd follow
Trying to fill my hollow
Don't you know I'm hallow
My days can feel like tomorrows
Meaning that they're so amazing the changing of seasons wouldn't matter
My ashes could scatter and I'd still find laughter in the wind
Chimes would sing
And I'd just listen to God talk
So whether I want to walk alone I still have someone around
I've found that space and time just gives you more space to fill your time
Or more time to fill your space
Just replace your caring for my freedom
See them people over there
Now they need you
I plead you a case to erase my name out your mind
Not forever but until I level my attitude
I need gratitude
So to do so I need to know what I'm missing
But that means I need to go missing and don't come find me
I'm on a retreat towards self-understanding
So let me retreat into the woods
And I promise I won't tree to leave my problems behind, I mean below
But I just need to be left lonely
Blessed only, stress slowly
So I need a break to take my mind from my problems
I will solve them, that's not the issue
Its the mission of my destiny that has me lingering
Hindering me from moving forward
Now allow me to grow out of being a coward to courage
And let me breath in my personal space
I need my space not your face booked to my schedule
So stop following and twitter away
I'm trying to make a connection and you're on my landline
Please let me be
I'm trying to be free
I'll be back with change
I promise
Just give me a couple days and I'll be back to stay longer

logix on love

She said she was broken
So I was hoping to build her
You see I'm an architect major
No stages, I do monuments
So I figured she could become my temple
Where I could come relax my mentals
So no more temper
No more renters
Because I know she's done with selling her heart
No wonder I couldn't find her on amazon
So I continued my search on google but she wasn't there either
Guess it was because she couldn't be a G if she was in hotmail
Stuck between messengers
And she didn't know which one to believe
So she received all the yahoo they left in her space
Meaning her face booked an image for youtube
A U turn of views that was in the past
But to stay in her future she'd still twitter her now
But now when she thought she found her prince charming
He was charging her time to see him
Meaning, he thought he was rich enough to leave her behind so he could find better cheddar
I guess he didn't know the cheese she had was worth more than gold
Because when you smile sunshine is in my hands
And if I go horizon, I'm rising with the Gods
So that must mean I'm a pharaoh or an archangel
Because you makes me arch back and pretend I have wings
And I open them so the wind blows between my fingers
And that's what makes holding you so much better
Because you fill my void
And I'm trying to avoid the sights that bring spam
I'm trying to show you there's more than square maps
So let's travel the world and collect the materials that will help me build you up
But most importantly the views that are liked by those who follow us

money and power

Its amazing the cravings these teens have
Scenes half so there's no whole
They sho' aint the same as before
Hold the door open but they still hopin'
Scopin' for a better giveaway
They need to LIVE a day
Seed a ray of sunshine because the suntimes sometimes won't always have good news
Cool shoes to show off their jewels
Dose off in class because the mass just wants math without the problems
Cash that hauls them out of their hoods
Care goods, so they're fragile to drops
Unless their car hops
And then that's smooth
Choose the tint and wink
Think again, its all fun and games
But what happens when things change
Wings range, and they begin to lose focus
They travel with hope less
Closed stress
So they clothes chest
Cover their arms armed on hips
Because the chip on the shoulder couldn't hold her
So she becomes his baby
The lady he caresses every night before sleep
He keeps her by his side
So she's his ride or die
Because she either slides off the petal to settle a dispute
Or institutes the repute to include the answer to debate
It aint always the brave that make it
So its lake pits on the sidewalk
Where lies talk and that's when beef gets cooked
Because the concrete becomes too hot to cool with water
But then again that's just another drought in the growth of seeds
Because the weeds are so high no one knows how hi the tides are
And its a shame because no one cuts them slack
So they stay on the attack until they end with the trend
But this time they aren't reborn
They're mourned on shoulders
That now carry their burdens
This is not behind the curtains
Its right in front of your face
Now face the truth and let's help the youth

using skill for boredom and freedom

I'm logix, yet so complex
Check your check, its not a victory
Nike ain't sign rhymes for dimes
Meaning your box is left empty, no mark for his story
So History repeats itself
Look closely and you'll find wealth
I'm stealthy like belts
So I go hard like shells
Hell, might just be heaven for ya
So cordial, might confuse it for being nice
But the price paid can always lead to debt
So I'm back to checks
Respect the feds and they get money
Funny how the cycle continues
Mics flow venues
Lists like menu's
Diss like men do
Kiss right trends knew
So this aint new
The views are still the same
And the only thing constant in this world is change
Keep a range and you got pain
No need for lanes
No greed for change
Joes feed on the insane
Thinking they're not strange
Not different from servants
But they're curtains to positivity
All this animosity, call it hate
Wait, isn't that too strong a word
Or is love weak walking around this world
Boys and girls are lost to tv
No more meetings
Its all about seeds in, the right direction
Add some affection and you got a good tree
That won't leave when the seasons come and go
Its time to grow
Know more knowledge to understand
No more college to under stand the weak ones
Because all we need now is peak wons
So seek one and teach won so a lost won won't become a lost one
But I'm done with this session that mentions life in different stories
These are some of my worries
What are yours?

Love is

Love is poetry
Love is words
Love is time

For I love poetry because the words I make can save a life and that means more time to live

Love is beauty
Love is ugliness
Love is peace

For everyone who loves beauty and also enjoys the 'ugly' side of things will find peace in all and everything

Love is clockwise
Love is counterclockwise
Love is never ending

For if love moves forward love can always go back through memories and never end the night without a kiss

Love is always
Love is forever
Love is now

For if love always shows up on time you don't need to wait for forever because it is now that love is

Grandpa Byron

My

Grandfather

Was a star

Every day

He would shine

Every night

He would outshine

Until,

One day,

During the night

His light

Was extinguished

And

Now,

Seeing him fade is taking time

A Story on Students

My students learn so much. They asked me what KKK meant. The school blocked the site. I want them to learn. To expand their vocabulary. To be better than me. To reach their dreams. Not the tests. One told me that they hate school. I agreed. School is not for anyone. School is school. Teachers get paid through passing grades. Kids just pass to get "good job" compliments on the lips of pushers. Principals teach the faculty enough to have them find the answer themselves and erase the mistakes on boards. They all learn. We find the answer. We all hate the system. Teachers are Super Heroes. I'm still a student at the feet of my students. They may never know. Years from now I'll be back to visit. Not because I want to see how they're doing. But to see how far they made it without me. How far they went with their hate for exams and made it into a getaway. I will worry. Not because I'm scared but because I care that they care. I got a note. "Thank you for staying by my side". It was scribbled in pencil. I thought they never knew the gifts they give me make me put them in my pockets and "Ok, thank you. Now go sit down please". No job was given to me to take care of them. I'm taking care of me. They're just my instruments of knowledge. My books. The pages that are writen daily. They're my "bible". A book I follow. I'm hard on them because they succeed. I know them, I know how they are. Well, no that would be a lie. I know how they can be sometimes. I stay around because they gave me gifts. I've gotten stickers, shiny pencils, thank you notes, and hugs that keep them warm even in the weather Miami holds. "I hate you". I know they do. Somehow they turn around and run up to me, give me a handout that turns into "it's my birthday". I know it is. I love our secrets. Simple words teachers will never understand. "Look what I wrote". That's great, I wish I was as creative. Imaginative like they are. Thinkful like they are. Moving like they are. "No, don't call my parents." They're not home. I am though. You can come over and have a meal. "So if we come over we can listen to explicit music? Cool". Yea, that's cool. "That's my brother". Yea, I am your brother. I didn't ask to be. "I wish you were my brother...Can you be my brother?" Sure I can be whatever you want me to be. "Ok, well don't tell anyone." I pinky promise. Will you do your work? Good, keep it up. Keep it up. Keep you up and I'll stay down on my knees. Climb on my back and I'll never fall down. "What is five times twenty?" "Wow, he's smart." I'm not. You are. "Whats City Year times City Year?" Power. The power to ask question and search them yourself. Come back when you have an answer, then we'll come up with it together. "Yes? Your hand was up, wasn't it?" "No, I was just stretching." Good one. I love laughter. Oh and did I forget, tag "you're it!"

Sea Shell

She don't sell sea shells by the sea shore
She sees sea shells broken in seed spells
She sees she sells
But she don’t do like she sea sells, seed cells
So she seed shells
Sails away from seed cells
Because she don’t want to give up her sea cells
She sees sea sells
But she don’t buy sea shells from what he sells, he cells
She just sea shells until he sails
And then she sees seeds lost in she sales
She knows well so she sea shells
She she shells, underneath sea shells

Tough times

tough times make for rough rhymes
sighs and cries cry on the inside
abide by my life's struggles
and mugged by robbers of the night
disguised as neighbors of truths and joy
sent to destroy happiness of the blessed
guess the stress kept in my chest
I’m restless, breath less
moving to melodies of broken tunes
walking over tombs of history
making sure i make it out of misery
and leave it behind with the sands of yesterday
where hands of despair never touched today
make way for hope and heaven
keep your head up high 24/7
where dreams stay alive
strive to make better days
with better ways
crave for stainless minds
that wonder of insidious misconceptions
letting everything not an accept-ion
only to export an input an expert put in
so stay wise and keep your eyes open
to sunlight in dark caves
one day you will be saved
saved from pain and insane thoughts
i fought the struggle
and made it through
so can you
even with your back to the wall
there is a way out of the fall
so as days get colder
my mind gets older
but my shoulder never leaves
cuz i believe in you more than me
be free and spread your wings
fly with angels and sing
"i once was blind but now i see"
find the right signs and breathe
leave behind insecurities with deceit and disbelief
you gonna find some relief
no thief could steal your dreams
just feign for outlet
set a plan for days and nights to come
you still living under the sun
with rays to keep you warm and safe
and blue skies to keep you in place
replace that broken smile with spoken words
nothing is ever absurd
just as long as you believe in yourself
will wealth appear before you
its true that lies hurt more than broken tries
but before you begin to despise
forgive and remember
you are a member of life
and strife will always be there

Normality

My life is confusing. Very. I understand this. That is why I've come to realize that everything is normal. Otherwise, it would not be alive. Thus, people acting crazy, world democracy, poverty, belief or disbelief in god, heaven and hell, military and the pride for ones country in anothers soil, eating cereal for dinner and other "weird" occurences and actions and beings are all normal. If you think about it anything in life is normal. Although there may be captivating and very intruiging things in life they are all normal. If not then they would not occur or come to pass. When has anyone set standards in inscriptions to say anything or anyone is normal. Although I know I would not like to think war and poverty and ill stricken deceases as normal I believe its true. They are in our life cycle. It should not have to happen but it does. Now to think someones action or reaction is different is to think everything needs to be the same. Yes, changes are around us but aren't changes always there. Maybe we just don't see things often and push them to abnormality or maybe we just blind ourselves with daily routines. But I for one see this world as normal. Just because its not.

Suicide Help

Suicide murders ppl. Its understandable. To give up when all is downhill. Its always easier to do so. Always easier to take that last breath instead of that last step out of it. Maybe its the mindset that if all is terrible why not leave and not have to live through it anymore. Isn't better to just be happy? It is but to go through the fire and get burned is better than to be skeletons. And I've been there. We all have. Its better to give up on life if you're on the point of doing so. The actions taken from depression are to be thought out twice. See in the mindset of giving up on life you start off with hate and anger or sadness towards the tribulations that are not deserved to happen. Then thoughts roam into loved ones and reasons why the body is still alive. But its the hardships that make you realize things you'll miss. If you give up on everything in life what do you have left? Life. If you gain everything in the world what do you still have? Life. Now either option is quite the opposite but parallel in meaning. If you ever think of leaving this world think twice or three times or until you're quite sure of your actions. Some people aren't strong enough to make that step but are loud enough to ask for help and in the end its just whispers. Everyone needs someone in this world. Its all a matter of reaching out to those not in need but in life. All it takes is hello. How are you? It'll take someone far. To care is to spare time to those who will care to spare time with you. Enjoy living as long as you have it. living six feet under is not as good as living six feet over. Take a second and breath. Contemplate and alleviate. Express and move a step closer to whatever your dreams are. Now keep that in mind. I understand. Its up to you. And we are all here reaching out to those in life. Even if you don't see my hand just reach out and you'll be ok. Enjoy. One.

Purpose

My purpose in this life is to save the world and be an example.

19 years, it took me to find that out. I know I'm young or old but how would I know that's my purpose? Well, my story is well, more stories. Somehow it seems like I can relate to so many people. It seems like what I've been through or seen or heard I can understand sometime or another. That in turn helps me when people ask for advice. There goes the somehow someway. Somehow there's help on my lips, on the tips of my fingers or maybe just my smile. I don't see what others see. But it seems like they see Superman. And trust me its hard being Superman. I should know. My back always aches but I'd sacrifice my bones to make your structure stronger. I'd sacrifice my life so someone else can live. See I'm not afraid of death. I read a book, which I can't remember but will put up when I get the name, which said "expect the unexpected." And I do. That's why I'm so thankful of life. There are many times I could've died. I don't really care if I would have or will do. It will come in time. And as time lets me live I can give anothers second chances. I'm just jose but I've saved lives. I made lives. I have tries so you can try one more time. And that's how I come in with my examples. My life. My world, the way things went from death to a breath of fresh air. So stare at me. I want you to learn from my mistakes. My missed takes. My downfalls and my lessons learned. I don't want to save everyone. I want to save whoever I can. In my life I've seen so many people. I've heard so many people and I've lived so many events. Now I just share what I learn and listen. I only try to learn nowadays. If I teach its not because I want to but because its asked for. And I think that's better than forcing information to inform of a forcing power in someone's mind. So I open my eyes I see the pain, the hate, the love, the lies, the truths and the little things that make a big difference. I don't know how it happens but they're all in my vision. And as far as I can see I try to lead by example or example a leader. If you want a man or woman ask my friends. They'll talk to you. They know. They are what they are. If you want a success story look at my kids. Look at all the people I've ever met or seen. They all have one. And I'm just the helper that helps her or him see their potential and capture it in their hands so they can touch you with their greatness. I just want to help you by you helping yourself. Now that I know my job I can enjoy it for the rest of my life. It may be hard but its not worth it. Its just pay for smiles, something priceless.

Lesson Learned Random

The past is something I don't cast as a scene for my memory bank. So I don't pay for any nightmares or dreams to be replayed. Somehow they still make cents. They make me pay for my debts. They make me pay for my future. I await the dreams that occur on a daily basis as though a present for my presence. Thinking maybe they hold meanings. But there's always those nightmares. And that's when I'm sent back to the darkest corners of my thoughts and visions. The days where coldness numbed my emotions so much I felt death. Literally dead with no motives. That is why I speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil because I ignore my last steps as though they were never taken. That's why I don't remember. I choose not to. Not because life's been hard. Not because I don't care. But because I choose to care too much. I choose to care for my future to create yours. You don't know me because I choose not to go back to the person I used to be. I choose to see the next before I see any accomplishments or any defeats that have broken me. My past is not that bad. Although you may think so if you take time to listen. Time to hear every word for every breath I've taken. But that's too much. Too much for me to remember every detail. So if you want to know...you'll never know. I'll never know. I don't like going back for anything. I leave behind smiles to make room for more smiles. I don't know about you but I love loneliness and sorrow as much as I love to love the love that loves before accidents leave fragments in pieces that are in Peace. Us, just doesn't work if me and you can't agree. So I stay away from mirrors to see broken reflections and fixed scenes. I just move ahead and do the opposite of what flamed flesh does with sand. Think about it. I live. I live because of my past but i choose not to reflect on it unless you ask. So just be ready to listen to everything I have to say. You might just get tired from my life. I know I am...

Saturday, March 28, 2009

"If I can teach something so be it. Hope somebody learn something from it" - Nas

I wish I could help the world more. There are so many people that need more, not want more, need more. There are people that need homes, people that need comfort, people that need a family, people that need a reason to live. I wish I could touch all of them with their stories. Meaning I wish I could be the mirror of their reflection so they can see how amazing they are. You don't need money to be a star. You just need to shine.

Yesterday, I went to a Silent Art Auction for Stand Up For Kids. As I was mingling with a variety of people I realized we are all trying to help out in some way or another. Yet, throughout my life, I still wish I could save more. I wish I had the opportunity to see more people and help them. It's a tragedy knowing there are people left behind. Not even through ACTS. It was a wonderful moment, a nice realization of knowledge. I learned that my life consists of service. As I told my life over and over to these people walking around I noticed that they're quite amazed at what I've done. I just laughed it off, and said it's a part of life. I kept hearing that question, "How old are you?" I wanted to tell them 10 years old. Just like I tell my students. (My grandma told me she was 11, 6-5...6+5 and thats why she's 11. She is young...and I've taken to doing that to my age as well.)
After letting out my age like another word for conversation, they just admired that age like it was the youngest age to ever accomplish anything. I couldn't believe it. They just stared with open eyes, even a Staff Attorney looked at me with admiration. They had wondered what would give me the reason to serve, to give, to help. It's all a part of my life.

I need not money, I need not admiration, I need not awards, I just need someone else to live better than before. I've met so many people in my life, and I am grateful for having the opportunity to do so. Now, I wish everyone the best of luck. This world is nothing without you.

I serve because I always have a new reason to serve everytime you ask me.
One day, you should just smile at someone, say hello, and have a great day. You might meet the 67 president....I know I have.

I leave you with this: In my Uncle's words I'm "Trying to live between the earth and the sky, and not get dirty."

One

Wreckless Driving

I'm driving on this road and I get to a fork in the road
Unlike Frost, I'm going to fast
Traveling on wheels and not feet
That's why I can alway U-turn back to the right direction
Maybe, it's that's I'm lazy
If I see the road is hazy, I can always turn two lefts to make a right
Choice, is on empty if gas tank blinks on and off
I have no more oil to spill, it's no emergency
I just have to live with the tank being empty
Until I find a station to tune into
Then I can enjoy the sounds of
"do you want your windshield cleaned?"
No, I just want to escape back into this road
I want to let my face fly in the breeze
I want to fly, and get wings so I won't have to drive anymore
I want to walk so I won't have to drive anymore
I want to choose a road to follow
Instead of letting my soul wander out into the night
Like a wreckless driver.

ONE


I write for the stories I see. I need not your words of inspiration, or transgressions.
I see enough by the end of the day. I hear what you don't see.
Call me a prophet but I don't profit from your story or my words.
I don't do it to represent Detroit, Miami, Honduras or the world.
I do it to represent the people of the world. I am the arts, so Paint ME.

Reminders

She was someone who needed to be reminded that she was beautiful
She thought that she was lost in poems unwritten
She thought she was lost in blank spaces
And sometimes just for good measure she’d turn the pages
Hoping to maybe, somehow, find herself in someone’s words
Someone’s book and not someone’s pocket

See, she lost her locket
Now her memory, she’s trying to block it
Stop it from returning when another man is trying to Amen her beauty
Trying to praise God for her creation

But she’s lost in the elation that raised his manhood
In the man’s hood
Because that was his block, and he kept it on lock
So she thought, why would he hurt me?

But even though he didn’t have the key to her locket
He unlocked it through force and no remorse
Of course the source got out to the streets
But everyone knew, it was just a good beat

So the treat was that he accomplished a feat
That no one was to keep till her day of marriage
Her courage weakened and she seeped in the lies everyone told
So, it was quick sand
Because time was running low and she couldn’t catch up

She didn’t know that Aids were made to kill
Because she always used bands to soothe her day
Move her away, even if she stayed in the same room the whole time
So she would lose herself in the music
That twisted and turned around a pole for money

She was a broken melody
But no one wanted to tune her strings
And all she ever wanted was to die in the hands of her killer
Because the first day she bled
Felt like her last day alive, and ever since, she’s been dead
To words that would woo any women
So she waits until someone takes her out of their pocket
And puts her in a locket so she’ll never go forgotten

For A Friend, To a Friend.

Saving Amy

I’m not Superman

But you make me feel like him

Only because your tears are my kryptonite

So your tears kill me

But being afraid of dying is living in fear

And I’ve never let anyone live alone

To some,

Being alone means being misunderstood

But God gave me knowledge over age

And I serve to use it

So when I met you,

After conversations between hello’s and goodbye’s,

I realized what it meant to be a Good Samaritan

I’ve saved many lives before

But you, you’re saving yourself

And that’s the most important thing in life

Because staying alive for your own purpose

Is better than feeling numb and searching for crumbs

Especially when meals fulfill

As though searching for your soul holds back hunger pains

And I’ve learned, from you,

That to be independent

Does not mean to live alone in your own room

But, instead, it means to take a vacation from everyone’s definition of YOUR life

So you just enjoy yourself by yourself

You find wealth not in the feeling sand leaves between toes

But in the comfort of knowing your self-worth

So you’re no longer looking for meaning

And more like searching for a way to fulfill His purpose

So instead of me dying, you have taught me to live

And I thank you for that

Peace, Deuce. One.

Purple Heart

His letters were always received

With tears and fragile hearts

Too tender to bear news of bearing arms

Arms stretched out on enemy’s soil

Toiled, recoiled only when it’s too late

Now it’s over, no more shoulders

So who’s to hold her up when he’s gone

She’s numb to pretenses of expresses

She remembers his caresses

But he used to caress an AK-47

Like his baby back home

Now he’s unknown to memories of blind beholders

Who behold him as a hero

Zeroes in on captives, because his mind was inactive

Reactive to a bullets cry

So his revolver resolved problems by answering with wet blood

That drips down from the rivers bed to the killers head

So he thinks he’s ahead

Knowing not that he’s a head

In someone’s target

And now it’s too late to market

Too late to go shopping for freedom

Because he died fighting for symptoms

That made the gratis crave this thing we call power

Their hearts are as cold as showers because when it reigns

We are the AMERICANS that can’t hide from the drizzle

Missiles that kill soldiers with a heart that’s not purple

But hearts that are colored red like the blood that bleeds on the flag

So when will we stop wearing purple hearts

And start caring about crumpled parts

Let’s fix the broken pieces and complete this piece of Peace

CWP Slam Jose Robinson 2

That's me (a long time ago).

"Gone Till Tomorrow" - Proverb The Poet

I listen to music to leave this world.

So when I walked around Detroit today I left reality.

And I lived in the Beauty Detroit Holds.

Here's a new poem about Detroit (wrote it tonight at the Jazz Cafe.)

Thank you Eboni for this line [They don't know you mean no harm]

(She helped me get out of being stuck)

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Back Home

Detroit

I'm back home

I missed your sweet melody

Honey, I'm home

So please, sing me to sleep because I'm tired

Take me in your arms

And whisper your songs

After all,

You are Motown

So sing, Detroit

Sing for me, sing to me

Let me hear you dream in poetry

Let me see you live in stereotypes

Let me know you are safe,

Even if you don't have a job anymore

Let me feel like I'm home

And that you'll never leave me

So sing, Detroit

Sing for me, Sing to me

Or wrap about burritos in South West

Keep the harmony of Jay Dee

Make me wonder why 9th wonder didn't have you in his songs

Because even the instrumentals he made were missing an Angel

But now everyone treats you like a stranger

So when they get close they call out Danger

But they don't know you like I do

They don't know you mean no harm

Your arms are like Miles so they hold me through my blues

And keep me on the road to home

So I'm always safe, even if you're smiles are boarded up

Because I know one day

I'll bring sunshine back to you

I just have to unpack it from my suitcase

It's in here somewhere

But until I find it

Sing Detroit, Sing for me

Sing to me

Sing Detroit, Sing

It Really Aint Easy Being Green, Now Is It.?

You TOO Green.

House

She sleeps on the couch after a long day at work and life.

He sleeps in the basement.

They both sleep at home.

Go ahead you judge.

I wonder if I'll be that male in your life that you hate

Not because I'm perfect

but because I make you pay for my mistakes

So you're in debt to my happiness.

Still I wonder if guys will learn

that Beauty is Her name and that Love is as sweet

as Her kisses.

I would never hurt you and if I do

I'll be Him.

So if you want a lover

you have to be my friend first.

I have seen both sides and now I just sleep them off

I dream of them so I won't have to deal

With everything that goes in between U and S.

So you can call me amish.

Well, one day I'll grow tired and when I do

I hope I land in your heart.

To whomever it may concern, I'm just walking...

City Year Miami Founding Corps ('08 - '09)

There are more than a hundred people here. We’re all making a difference. We’re all different but we’re here for one reason. We’re here so things can get better for me, for you, for us before we don’t have an us, a you and a me anymore. I need you and you need me. Why not be at peace in knowing nothing is ever the same? The only thing constant in this world is change. And it doesn’t take someone with sense to understand that the presence is a present of the past. Nothing lasts more than memories. But if we all think together we can make a movement towards moving forward into an imperfectly perfect world. A world where everything is beautiful because there are those who are the village that raises this child named [Enter Students Name Here]. No, really. Enter students name in the blank spots you once held as space in that heart of yours. Enter your ‘without wax’ supreme being’s name. They are called Powerful, but to us, they will always be our kids. They will always be our students, but most importantly, our teachers. So let’s stop worrying if we’re even making a difference at all, because just thinking about it means we’ve done something. I once heard someone say you fail by not trying to fail but I’m proud to stand here with you – shoulder to shoulder, idealism to idealism, Corps Member to Corps Member, or better yet, a Corps Member to a future Corps Member - as we begin to serve others. We all know “it doesn’t take a degree to serve. Everyone can serve.” All it takes is a ripple of hope for founding stories to create a cathedral from a book that Puts Idealism to Work. So grab a Can Do Attitude and take a sip to quench your thirst of Mountain Dew. The mountain’s dew that makes it feel as though our Moccasins are treading water. So let’s get to marching. Let’s begin to live a dream of Peace that has a piece of each generation and brings them into our final circle. Let’s break on the barriers that keep us separated because society has given the leftovers for school to throw out like end of the year materials. Let’s recycle and renew the spirits of the F schools that Don’t C Being An Ambassador of wisdom as grades. Let’s continue to make a difference. We’re the Founding Corps of the City of Miami. I hope this isn’t our Only Year to change the world. I wish you all luck and the best in life because you have just changed Miami.

What your father would say.

I met two kids who lived with a hole inside. Part of their heart had been left aside. They abide by the rules of school, so they no fools. They try to be smooth even though their hearts not cool. Their faces were heated when they learned death just cheated. History repeated in their books, pages where rages greeted. Needed a home to come to when they didn't want to eat. It was all defeat even though mom tried to be the spoon to their meal. Feeding words that cut like swords, it was so absurd. The news that left clues lost in blues because it was the truth. They were stuck in a booth, a box to hit the Snooze. They didn't want to wake up to the news that was the truth. So they cried as reality tried to keep them dreaming. Thinking that every night they would be on their knees praying. Saying things like thanks dad for being around. But now he was nowhere to be found.

Your father would be proud...as so am I.

JDR

9.24.08 Alone

When i'm alone

i listen.

As teardrops fall like rain.

Issues filled with crystals

because pain only shines

at night.

A scene explodes with humor

only to

hide stress arised.

Who am i to talk about my tears?

They cry themselves

to sleep and

still i can't seem to speak.

So when i'm alone i listen.

Hugs

Have you ever just held on to a hug? Just let that hug stay on your mind after both bodies have walked away. If you have go back in time. Do you remember why you kept that hug longer than you could hold on to it? Was it because you felt safe and the walls held you at home. Was it because it was an 'haven't seen you in a long time. I miss you' hug. Was it a 'don't ever scare me like that again' hug. Or was it 'i don't do this often but i figured i should give you a hug' hug. If you haven't don't worry. I didn't forget you. I see you. Even if you're often overlooked. You're a human being with emotional needs. So if you need a hug because its been a year since i've seen you come here. I have a hug for you. Did someone close to your heart come to pass? Me too. I lost someone. Come here, i have a hug for you. Yea i know i have just been with you for the whole week but come here give me a hug. Is your day so bad you wish you didn't live anymore. Yea, i have those days too. Come here, i have a hug here somewhere. Don't worry if you hate hugs. Sometimes you need a hug so you know someone cares enough to open their arms instead of holding out a hand. Did you lose the game? Its ok, there is always next time. You're a winner in my books. I have a hug if you want. Congratulations. I'm so proud of you. You're graduating and soon you'll be living on your own. You're so grown. Time flies by but i still have a hug to give. Come give your brother some sugar. Yea i know your friends are watching so what. I care and you can 't leave my hug hanging. Thats not right. So if you ever need a hug for whatever reason don't wait for me to open my arms just come attack me and i'll be glad to share a hug with you. As long as you don't squeeze too hard.

Reflections

Reflections lay you awake at four in the morning
Rives calls it “a time for even more grimmer time”
Alicia keys calls it “6:30”
I call it lying awake trying to find a time machine

Moments are times you see as flashbacks
You think,
“If only I could flash back to those moments in time
So I wouldn’t be up reflecting on them.”

You still do
You go back to smiles on lilies
You go back to roses in eyes
You go back to blues in tears
You go back to violets is another word for purple
You go back to colors

I’ve never seen any of those colors
I see in black and white; it’s so simple and pure
So I just watch my memories in old movie scripts
It’s all history left to be dug up by historians
I want to preserve my past so I can find my future

In the end they become reflections of my own reflections
They become my yesterdays, my todays, and my tomorrows
They will always be on my mind at a time too late to even want to think of them
They will be reflections and never a Kodak moment
A freeze frame that let’s me hold on to them forever
So they are lost until I find another time to exchange my sleep for thinking

I cry because it cant stay in.
The pressure.
The stress.
The frustration.
I cry in the dark.
No one sees.
No one hears.
No one judges.
I cry because it`s easy.

I smile because it`s free.
There`s no consequence.
There`s no shame.
There`s no regret.
I smile because you enjoy.
So I continue.
So I fake.
So I give.
I smile even when there`s no audience.

I scream on the inside.
Because of the pressure.
Because of the stress.
Because of the frustration.
I scream on the inside.
Because no one sees.
Because no one hears.
Because no one judges.
I scream on the inside.
Because there`s no consequence.
Because there`s no shame.
Because there`s no regret.

I write because it`s what I know.
It`s my blanket and it warms me.
It speaks back & comforts me.
I write because you listen.
I write because you write back.

The Day Michael Jackson Died

My friend, my lover asked me a question
A question that sent me even farther apart from television

All the channels showed me one death
A death of the Icon Michael Jackson
But it did not show the other lives that were yet to be deceased

And I’m neither shocked nor appalled
I knew this was going to happen
This, this thing we call life

And we forget that there are millions of others out there
I understand he was amazing, and such a Thriller
But he is no less of a genius now than he was before
Of course he is family and he will be missed

But what about the ones we will truly miss if something happened
The ones who are never too far from arms reach
So we deem them worthy of this word called friendship
As we try to figure out what the reason for chemotherapy really is
Only to understand and realize, realize and understand
I mean, I had a thought but I didn’t quite know what it was for

The internet is helpful for information but it’s never an aid for mending hearts
So how can I answer her question when no one is watching
No one is trying to find the answers to cure cancer
They’re watching reruns of headlines that don’t need to be shown to the world
It’s ok if a loss or a win is personal
And kept inside four dimensional walls called a Home

Maybe we’re just stuck in a cell that tells us,
“Michael Jackson Dead At 50.”

Maybe if it had said something like,
“I Only Asked Because My Friend Is Doing Chemo…”

…would we understand that it doesn’t matter about stars
Or how bright they shine, but it matters most
How long after they’re gone that they still keep on shining
Even if we don’t see them anymore
Or how bright they shine even if inside everyone else is dying with them

D. K.

Roses, tulips, lullabies,
Swirls, butterflies, galaxies
And other words for poetry

She says, “Make me a poem”
And that’s what comes to mind

Only because as poets we’re supposed
To “stay away” from daffodils, angels, and heaven
Because it has now become “cliché”

Doves, kisses, and chocolate covered dreams
Seem to be as far distant as the distance that’s between us
The year to “change the world” is over
But there are those who Poet and those who read
So in a way we’re never too far

We stay in between words that hold space
Between the letters f, r, i, e, n, d, s
And you’ll always find us somewhere in between
Playing hide and seek with reality
Because we know sometime soon we have to go home

So we stay bound to trains that lead us to our hometown
Waiting for a friend to come home
Waiting for a poem to talk for us
Waiting…just waiting
Waiting for a poem from the other one

And I’m not one for dedications
Or admirations
Or any ions that binds people together
But chemistry always seems to be my friend

So I thank you for somehow finding my words
As appealing as the smile that is happiness
I thank you for “marry me?”
I thank you for thanking me
But most importantly I thank you
For being you, because without u there’s no us

So a toast to friendship
A toast to cupcakes, tea, picnics, beautiful,
Cute, dimples, subliminal, creations, world
Most importantly for words,
And language

So I can actually say them to you

More Posts

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Once you go to the website you'll click on "Feeling Poetic?".
After clicking on that, you will see my name.
You can click on my name and that will take you to some published poems.

Enjoy.
One.

CORVette KiD

Live.

Sometimes we forget to live.
I forget to give you breath.
I forget to forget

And then I remember
I remember everyone in life.
I remember everyone in death.

I get scared, nervous that one day will no longer be one day.
It might turn into my forever.
When will I learn about today?
About my present?
About my now?

I can't believe my thoughts.
So I let them sky the horizons.
I let them star in their own galaxy.

And in the end I forget to remember,
Life is Death.
Death is Life.

Which one are you living?
I'm dying to live.

I'm back...what more do you want. (old)

I'm not the best. Just human. My silly only humors at the right time. So the bright times that my whiles sublime is only when smiles shine. Lights way for ppl to enjoy laughter when casters plast. Adds a mask to cuts and bruises. Its the fuses that get through scars that abuse the pain. I feel your strain, so I understand. Under hand my help so others can climb higher. I'm not the buyer because I don't pay for your sense. I let it cents, pay wat it can. Comprehend wat I can get from your life to learn to learn about mine. I don't undermind, I just over bind. Find a way to connect so you don't see unbending lines. Blind yourself in images of perfection. Even if flaws make you lose affection for yourself. Its the health seen in reflections that make your body better. Headers for essays that want you in magazines. Add the feigns, they want more of you. And you've never failed life if they still aint got the core of you. The sore of you will heal if you accept the pain. Affect the rain that covers your sky. Don't rely on umbrellas to get fellas off your back. Let them fall in the puddles that huddle around compounded soil. Its the toil that makes you hurt but to work through it keeps you standing. heading out into sunny spots of greenery. A scenery of landscapes that let you escape this hell hole. That's why I help wit your search in self whole. So when the time comes you can spread your wings. Head your springs so your flowers can bloom. And when it feels like its the tomb, the end of the world, don't let things consume, no need for pearls. A sacrifice to suffice your mistakes. Take them and make them into lessons learned. Agression burns but your eyes brighten the room better than fumes of fire. So if you plan to retire, admire the heights you've conquered. You're makin history even if the books don't show it. They haven't captured the rapture you've mastered. So be what you can and when I catch up to you we can enjoy your success as well as the stress we made it from. Come home after, like a big holiday. Celebrate the greatness that paintings couldn't create. Levitate from your thoughts to reflect on my coughs. The ones you gave to me when you blessed me. When you rest me in piece don't forget to come. Ill be waiting there to tell you heaven is already in my city. In the pretty diamond that shines on the reflection of the suns surface. So don't curve this on me because my potential is not where its supposed to be. It hasn't gotten there like it has for you. Like it has for you, like it has for you.

One Thought

I met two ppl today...

One had a rose. Passin petals for hand outs. Tryin to find money for food when wats left was just lost petals.

One had a question of hand outs. I didn't know wat to do. I was on the train (metro rail) goin home. I was lost in my music. Just walking in and sitting down. I put my leftover food in the seat next to me under my City Year jacket. I sat there thinking about life. (Life is thoughtfully thought over by me and it means everythin that still needs to be done) I was waiting for my stop. Then, out of nowhere, I feel a tap on my back. I turned around, "Can I have your leftovers? Are you going to eat it for dinner?" "Yes, I am. Sorry, I don't have anything either." I turned around and kept listening to my music. I thought about it. It dawned on me, when is it a good deed, or just a good seed? Am I to help those that go hungry even when I'm starved? Am I to help those who need nourishment to grow a "pass it forward" ripple? I didn't know. So I just sat there. Stared at the floor and thought of my life. The train stopped at Brickell. It somehow paused, it didn't leave as quickly as it does. It hit me again, do things happen to me so I can be the Superman, the Super Hero? I'm no Super Hero. I'm just human. Then the doors closed and the train kept going. I thought about everything. I've been hungry for so long. Why should I share my niblets? Why should I trust someone that asks for hand outs when I'm always willing but unsure if its for the good part of being alive? But I heard his voice echoing, "Can I have your leftovers?" And it wasn't "can I have some money for food?" Is there a difference? I think there is. Food keeps the heart warm. It makes the hunger pains vacation for another day. Hopefully, they never come back. Before the train stopped I got my things together. I looked at my jacket, just the logo. City Year. I told myself that its my job to serve. That's why I joined. But am I always serving? I didn't think so. I got up, because my stop was next, and looked back. I saw their eyes. They had bags, litterly. Both under their eyes pregnant with sorrows and hopes as well as bags on their shoulders like their homes went wherever they roamed. It was a long day for both of us. I knew it too well. I stood there waiting for the doors to open. And I couldn't decide whether to give unto others or supply myself with fat for my bones. What happens when my bones dig their own graves? Maybe I'm just graved. Filled with choices when I didn't have them years ago. So I stumble backwards and then I knew it was for a reason. The doors opened. I thought about it again. And then I just...

If I'm in your dreams,
let me sleep so I can dream you into mine.
There we will meet and become one not only in verbs but with words.

Just tell me, so I know when to start dreaming.

I'll dream a dream that dreams its dreaming
because who thought it ever to be in your thoughts.
To live when everything else is asleep.
Yet, I lay awake wondering how did I walk so far into someone's home.
I don't know...but it feels good.

Just good. Not great because it's only that when you're around and not when I'm thinking.
I'm thinking, I'm thinking, whatever happens in a dream is luck or a shock to me.
Never thought i'd meet you in my sleep.
Somehow I also find you in between lines hiding
so I'll never find out what your dream was really about.

I hope I never find out Just so my real self knows that I once was thought of.
Then when I lay in bed I can sleep counting that one time over and over as if it were petals on weeds.
See, I'm a broken down flower with thorns that are as old as my color.

I'll be your flower, even if it's broken by the stem.
Hold me tight when the wind blows and I'll never let you go.