Feel like writing...

I am at fault.

My many successes have spoiled me.

They have caused me to spend precious seconds

gleaming at my own reflection.

Time better spent at the base of mountains.

Hands thrusted into the very earth.

Hands clicking continuously.

If it wasn't for the sounds of the clock

I would have believed I've again wasted precious seconds.

Yet I keep my eyes fixed on the ground before me.

I need only proof.

For the times I have failed.

For the few I have failed you.

I need this.

Misguided many have called me.

To them I forewarn the coming of a photograph.

I break to breathe and band my bruises.

Bending truths who's blared horns

blanked slates.

Clean and dry but no more.

I had reasons to lie.

And now have purpose.

Love.

Poignant and Impressioned.

Just a little longer now.

lets keep the old coming...

too cool writer? check
past poetry book? found
Over dramatic spanish poem fueled by lost love? you got it lol

Mis Suenos...

Ya no aye remedio
Estoy solo, mis noches perdido

La mujer que siempre me ha dado vida
Se enamoro con otro
Y no se que hacer

Pasamos anos juntos
Todo esto es nuevo otra vez
Rezo y rezo para alcanzarte en mis suenos

Old Poem...why not post?

early early writing...pretty sure its highschool.


Dominoes and cigar smoke
Roasted Lechons, dollar worth of churros
Mothers and Daughters window shopping through the ave.

Visions of my city
Corrupt Cops
Beggars we pity but...
Think twice before tossing change in their cups

Rest up
in the home of the virgins that give it up
pay phones on every block
next to a nickel and dime dealer
chasing a buck

Loose Blunts and dollar vans
driven by illegal immigrants
In transit, bonds forged through
suffering with no air conditioning

Anybody worth something had a nickname
the ballin' was done on courts
crying was done in court
summer sped by
whole crew breaking day on the porch

Places you never went to
Even if you knew
the face in the shadows
there were just places you never went to

Mother's watched us freeze tag
sitting on fire escapes
Called us in for supper
on cue with street lights

It's all love
Even when it ain't
I feel good knowing
I could be in any hood
and its always the same

Nobody bbq's like the blacks
Nobody can dance like spanish cats
if salsa's on the track

like i said, mami its all love
to every corner of the map
A-rabs in Paterson, Carjackers' in brick city
to the new jacks shooting craps