Poetry

Where winds blow frigid the pain is vivid 

We lost some good friends throughout the journey. 

Although it hurts, you have to stand up strong.

Can’t respond timid when life speaking bold.

Freezing outside, where did we go so wrong?

Deep thoughts always spend lots of time thinking.

Sinking, we were going nowhere real fast.

Yet, if you dissect our hearts, you’ll find no fear.

Walking winter blizzards without a care.

Our only salvation is painting… 

Boxed in yet we can draw perfect pictures. 

Our minds can imagine the furthest.

To decorate heaven is life’s purpose.

Heartbreaks come when we color streets blood red.

All the colors matter where we reside.

Together we flood the world with God’s love.

Summer sunset paint skies the perfect blend.

When life becomes unbearable, 

I vent parables to loose leaf.

Lost broken Emotions from deep

talk eyewitness testimony. 

Tissues wipe eyes from the stories.

Fluffy pillows are soaking wet. 

Up nights, Sleep comes around rarely. 

The Past don’t know how to forget.

Reminds me of the homeless man

plucking invisible guitars.

Couple dollars from my pocket

visit his empty bent tin cup.

Wonder what he’s thinking about?

Need her to be nurturing at all times, 

walk sexy and warm smile.

She creates a peaceful place I can call my home.

In the kitchen she cooks with lots of love. 

My favorite dishes never tasted so damn good.

She fills wine glasses with red merlot, looking seductive. 

With her, I could live forever. 

Man, I come from a life of many flaws,

But she makes me feel so perfect…

Cop lights run red lights to a murder scene.

Liquor and Weed stink the urban night life.

As kids, we use to study the street life.

We grew up lost with hopes to be soon found.

 In This ocean of poverty some drown.

It’s a crooked safari we live in.

Some of the toughest lions got gunned down.

A hunter’s rifle is never sorry.

You can’t tell a grieving mother sorry…

Tears dripping on concrete, I know the sounds.

Haft a parent home, A broken background.

My heart sore walking on crutches alone, 

We dancing to the drums of gunfire.

But you better not talk what you witness.

Candles and flowers decorate the block. 

Sadly, I’m constantly seeing gray clouds.

In my darkest hours, I heard crickets.

Still trying to avoid the grave diggers. 

Families to feed and pistols help protect, 

we tussling with the demons inside.

Dead end jobs insult The pride so we plot.

Saddle up, tonight we getting real high, 

racing metal horses on city blocks…

Where winds blow frigid the pain is vivid. 

We lost some good friends throughout the journey. 

Although it hurts you have to stand up strong.

Can’t respond timid when life speaking bold.

Freezing outside, where did we go so wrong?

Deep thoughts always spend lots of

time thinking.

Sinking, we were going nowhere real fast.

Yet, if you dissect our hearts, you’ll find no fear,

Walking winter blizzards without a care.

A victim to the Game Of Love, I’m hurt.

I’m from a place where Cupid gave up on.

How many chances you get to be wrong?

Not many stories end Cinderella.

I love you sounds so good a capella.

Nowadays my ears can’t taste the sweetness 

we use to share when our love was new…

Yet butterflies are waking up again.

For you, I’m willing to be wrong again…

We came from difficult circumstances nursing broken bones, searching for better. 

We drunk off brown bottles of empty hope.

A Mother’s tears wrote letters to heaven.

A child is born and the streets want his blood. 

Where we from vampires walk around in the sun. 

The Winter winds don’t appeal

to pity.

Born rock hard and beautiful we trying.

Against all odds some roses crack

concrete. 

From the stressful pressures of poverty

black diamonds arise shining 

infinite…

On rainy days my thoughts count the slow drips. 

My young past is soaked in many regrets. 

My father was written off as bad debt. 

Life packs my dirty laundry for this long trip. 

Hung with a lost soul, but managed to stay clean. 

The send of poverty keeps my face mean, 

Anxious to chisel a way out the bricks 

When Life talk riddles it’s best to listen. 

 Learn the language don’t be a good lesson 

The South beach breeze massage my cheeks, dining

Grilled salmon and wild rice spiced just nice.

my eyes take pictures of the scenery.

On an outside table, wine glasses kiss.  

The palm tree leaves dance gently in the wind.

Can’t help but grin thinking how exquisite,

enjoying the good taste of life with friends. 

Romancing time, Foreign accents mingle.

Hey, lovely lady with the sundress on.

Love how your eyes whistle when they say hi.

Don’t just walk by,  kiss me back with your smile.

Watching long days float by

got me looking at life 

from a bird’s eye vision 

thinking deep thoughts late nights. 

So many mistakes made

on this path to manhood 

wishing I could go back 

and alter the hands of time.

Marijuana smoke surf the wind

trying to suffocate nightmares 

that’s harassing good vibes

hoping to calm the hurt.

Memories love telling stories 

to blank pages when the mood right

sometimes flirting with happiness 

knowing rainy days live close by…

Mute the lights, only let one candle watch. 

Don’t breathe a word just listen. 

Tonight let’s keep our voices honest. 

Bring your eyes close to me, baby. 

Do you love me?

My heart is dying to know. 

Sometimes your eyes look like they want to say no…