“ U “

It was this, just then That something you do, when You looked at me Letting me know you —wasn’t the same Instilling reassurance with the once upon a time, you bring And with each word I again, cling —-“I know it’s you”; I noticed you too. The memory became present with disdain ; All because

Secrets—La Tierra

& all along they pretended It;to be the unknown Spitting on my name throwing rocks like grains Of salt All to halt in forbidding Good, now riddance to “them” He, she, it ;—“make sure farewells are hidden”, and it was from them to which it came They left it to blame Too unbeknownst to care—

In sane

A memory, I left it Once many moons ago It’s funny how I slept with the feeling You know, standing there glaring;eyes bright It’s late at night and the stars are tearing Through the skies Giving many reasons to “why” A pardon to the excuses as replies; An I wish The feeling of being wanted;

Love

A thing So tired of pouring my heart into the wrong hands Nah “you don’t understand” —get it? A sentence breaking From the chances of not taking, “the risk”— —bullshit There’s always an excuse used to not do A lying to cover the untrue And lead it be the answers to fun “Just let loose

On guard

“You have nothing because you stand there arms folded , chest out Leaving everything hidden, within a lie To protect what came forth between the horace eye”, Is what they told me..but according to what life has showed me I have nothing because I stand here alone After trusting a life where they made it

Book’it

Find a lot about me In this book that I’ve written So many secrets left hidden Even from me You see It’s a story held true ,within The lines that sit in Creating suspicion of the mind As the world believes that you’re perfect A print that reads, fine A binding left sitting on a

Soar

I’ve claimed a search An escaping to be free From what it is But I am already the bird I wish to be Soaring my eyes In keeping, while looking, constantly seeking This internal piece missing The internal bliss; I’m soar- As sour as a bitter fruit Sweet within its root; Still hoping to find,

Tf?

I can’t make this up These pages, this book This story leaves me shook —-“I can’t make this” “Not this shit—“ —-What?! The headline pressed against “Insanity presents” You’d have to see it to believe it “—Just my luck” This right here is some real BULLSHIT “I can’t make this up “ This life, this

A call

These faces I see; some what— Like mine; they say we’re all of the same kind I chose to receive this information at the cost Knowing it may lead to means of taking a loss —still standing, as I’m holding on to hope Hands gripping tight in pull of the rope Hearing the sounds that

How does it feel?

I’m here again Break—dancing on this cardboard Placed to floor Feeling each groove that the pave-meant I’ve bent… Again The shadows from the dawn creep As I again, repeat A step I’ve made The feelings have shaved me Balding as the eagle i’ve spread In the mist of it all These airy feelings of Risking