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