Happy Birthday Mom (The Sun)

she pick me up
when my hopes fell in a well,
these letters, as a kid
that she has helped me spell.
lessons were blessings
and only time will tell.

to take a right or left?
so thinking of you
to write this stress
with your bless is more
when everything seems less

words made this baby smile,
love turn a man from a child
at 27, was born by canal.
from magic
our bond reconciled..

to share this feeling,
the healing,
it is why I’m still breathing
“moms raised a good son”
don’t compare me to the sun,
if i shine like one.

words made this baby smile,
love turn a man from a child
at 27, was born by canal.
from magic
our bond reconciled..

to share this feeling,
the healing,
it is why I’m still breathing
“moms raised a good son”
don’t compare me to the sun,
if i shine like one.

tears are a spiritual luxury

moments of despair,
tears was only produce.
rip roots from thy hair,
the harvest of these fruits.
thus it vanish in thin air
a prayer played on a flute.

layed down,
probably saw a spirit.
a ghost that i found,
and called it my dearest.
Had to be grace,
to fall from it.
Empty my faith,
from this call we summit.

it brought me roses,
while I am still breathing.
the revelations kept me focus
until the next season.
“I hung on the cross
and they saw my woes.
so hold me my child”
I was told.
thus from a dream got a dose.
              I ask,
where does this love go?

Gypsy’s Opus

scriptures I tend to exercise,
got lost from this poet I dont recognize.
sorry to those told to step aside,
from friendly fires to avoid jeopardize.

o, fresh lilacs
grown in the middle of street.
friendless when is pitch black,
stepped on by wolves dressed in fleece.

as wounds heal,
look at scars, how it made me feel.
from the womb, marks from lit cigars
were instill.

2% Battery

when I be alone on my own,
and the past I start to loathe,
embrace thyself before I go missing.

in collision I lose control,
I question exposure to this cold,
and all problems that comes with it.

from all the pages I rewrote,
and my emotions begin to reload,
like Jhon, what is your secret?

affections that sit in a morgue,
it’s like I’ve done sat here before,
from expressions, there is no limit.

can’t hold this no more,
can’t stand-up from the floor
this can end in one minute

Raven [Sept. 26, 2019]

sow what you reap,
so I heave and I ho.
like the unspoken start to preach,
this room is full broken dreams,
where everyone screams,
as hopeless it seems.
death prescribes pills,
take a dose and go to sleep,
skin feels chills,
long for summers I’ll never get to see,
this is for the cold and lonely,
morse code when I uttered my speech.

this is turmoil,
like my car hit a tree and lose oil,
away from destination I planned to reach,
when you got  family  feed,
how can one teach a man how to fish,
got caught on reel,
shit I am someone’s last dish

Left on Read (I’m sorry too)

we’ve watched the stars & noticed how far.
embraced our scars as we hid in the dark.
the art started in our quiet corners.
my heart running from distant corridors,
with the spark to keep us alive, I’m a warrior.
“it died from burn marks” proclaim the coroner

from mom’s compassion that she had,
the patience grew and turn me mad,
in basement, as I write this in the lab,
still sober, filled with odor,
still chasing dreams on a colorless pad,

if eyes are windows to the soul,
you open it & feel the little breeze of cold,
what were you hoping for?
I’m swerving into middle of a lonely road,
drunk from past wishes I pour,
remember the words since we last spoke?
watched everything as you clear smoke.

self abuse to get a “I love you”,
it was excused for I to write too,
like a needle use to play on vinyl’s groove,
just for me to say
I have to get used to this without you.

The Flute (Power of words)

in writing finding my worth,
protect my words in every verse.
Is the closest when God made the earth,
but Adam’s temptation placed us in a cursed.
Decades pass before my offerings was heard.
now I lecture and lead a lost herd.

keep perfecting the scroll,
because blessings come close,
put effort in your role until emits the globe,
Still I’m a prisoner!
watching the world turned through a hole
I see an anchor falling in the deep end,
like the words I swallow when I’m speaking
I share food I stole, got committed for treason.

the flow is alchemy,
keep it short and sweet,
that tackles my nauseous speech.
Ate the apple,
now I’m chained to Earth’s shackles
Do you see what words has done to me?

this proclamation its a piece
whether we famine or feast.
At last, this is God’s wrath!
all I got is a flute that tames wild beasts
that produces melodies to find peace

Ode to solitude & penmanship

from the mist to a sea,
tears are a luxury.
hindsight, as far as Mercury
is having faith, enough to me?

tally in the deepest valley,
agony from the chip that I carry,
inquiry of my choices,
paranoid of unfamiliar voices.
sending mom’s my dearest apology
hearing in labor her cry and other noises.

she questions the modest living.
her affection made me,
honest with my clinging.
in discretion, fathom where I fit in?
the misled need direction
so I’m cantor with her singing.

myself, why do I keep lying?
write rhymes to defeat this tyrant,
like how David beat that giant.
Realize, I failed to recognize
the King that I am.

mourn in despise (end of mitosis)

My genetic code couldn’t break the mold
the phonetic told kept me in the cold;
but there’s an aesthetic to the hymns of these scrolls.
anesthetic grow until my eyes are closed.
Does the poetic soul must go?

From dawn to dusk,
to get what we want, we adjust
this ponder is a must,
and this ole gun turn to rust
I ask to him above the satellites
if crime pays, who profits from the sacrifice?
before we go,
is there more to life or mourn in despise?

The fortune teller reciting old Psalms
as she reads callouses from these cold palms,
she says,
“A baby falling asleep in the reaper’s arm”
been the saddest kid you could’ve asked mom’s
“I’m a harvest of a ticking bomb”

As my dreams turn to dust
and my sense of feeling are hushed,
in this casket, my eyelids seemed robust
who grief in this city among thieves?
the greed leaves the pity in disbelief.
amicable spirit rips your back with a knife thrust.

the stroll

could’ve been Adam and Eve,
parley with heathens, our share times in the evenings,
share our secrets, with body goddess features,
with my key and the lock how to pick it,
you made me pick and choose how to eat this forbidden fruit
each other wounds we tend to sanitize,
can you see the demon in this eyes,
I’m after the sacred loot,
and the seasons we idolize.

It’s crude what stands between you and I,
the feelings often scrutinize, receptive to fantasize,
it was advised your gestures took a toll,
lioness submit this bull into a scroll,
prioritize each fate, it was told,
the moon midpoint cycle is 14 days old,
wolf howls the humidity when is cold
foul play left us stray, we take the stroll.