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We tried to speak, but our throats were clogged with a thick mucus: the reason, of lies. We tried to listen, but our ears were clogged with the wax of ego.We tried to touch, but we had the belief of death take our feeling.. We tried to see, but were blinded by the darkness of doubt. We tried to move to the rhythms of life, but somebody stopped the record from spinning.

See Yourself...Love Yourself

An undiscovered beauty in the things we can not see

Buried beneath the soil lie the roots of your own tree,

We all possess a strength of some kind or so

But stumbling on our blocks we are sure to never grow,

Part of the journey is to recognize your worth

For no two are the same as you search upon the earth,

Never be afraid of the chances one must take,

The strongest Stallions out there are ones one had to break,

Reckless was her spirit as she ran that prairie side,

They called him the "Horse Whisperer" cause he harnessed strength inside,

Not your typical story of a Legend from the West

A man that possess' truth will separate him from the rest,

Keep in mind the ol illusion of all the glitters in the gold

The truest truths are Priceless in the stories your life holds.

Inspired by Brooklyn. Love

I got lost in Greek Windfalls and Secrets...

the movement of your fingers, in mine

dancing on those frets...

tuning my heart

.. serenade echo

:first verse

When we were young,

in yesterday`s tomorrow

love was a game

with our eyes closed

seeing with the heart

we'd often dance -

our hearts were wild and yet so tame

beneath a rainbow of romance

We shared a touch and then a song

tasting the wine that lovers do

holding each other

In the Moment

but not long

not long enough, to know the truth

Then one day, I chose to free our song bird

- she did not want to leave my hand,

tonight she rides the wind

freedom

maybe my love

she'll understand . .

"The Day"

The day is slipping away with lost love and forgotten promises. Put to hard labor: arms, backs, hearts and souls; the children feel the heavy blow. Dreams ground up and served on a platter ..."Here!" "Finish your plate and don't forget the starving children!" Families struggle under the weight of the curse. Attitudes left unchecked, unlike the oil in the cars. If God helped us, would we listen? If you listened to yourself, would you listen? Do we politely listen then go our own way? Somewhere we've lost our freedom. Somewhere we've lost our soul. Some are on the streets out of their wits; who are they talking to? The day is slipping away...

"A REAL LOVE AFFAIR"

Poetry, is my mistress, my internet pornography, my secret vice,

her luscious curves, evoke every appetite she infects, every thought, every observation,

satisfies every, desire, I seek refuge, between her, legs,

she destroys, she creates, she protects, she loves me,

and I love, her

Poetry

Poetry is like therapy, writing for eternities.

Feeling alive, I love to rhyme so sweet and bitter like lime, love for all times.

This my shit, you wish, I no longer reside here, but I am staying, staying clear to my mission of love for my people and hate for no one, writing is like breathing, making me healthy, deciphering my meaning….

I Love You Poetry..