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What if they never drop blood on hot sand?What if they worshiped the art,Worship the beauty of the land? Instead they build tanks with the hands of a sculptor,Turned palettes to payloads, let paintbrushes falter.But the soil remembers—the colors, the scent—And every bomb dropped is a prophet misspent. War torn, old menStill fighting demons from the pastWhy not let the youth, decide at last They inherit scorched prayers and a half-burned map,Fed on martyrdom myths and generational traps.But give ‘em a mic,…
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I always thought I was built different than everyone else, and I am not saying it trying to sound snooty or anything like that. But I often catch myself finding little life lessons in the little things people take for granted. I’m always looking out for these things you know. Sometimes I fathom myself a philosopher. Not like, robe and beard philosopher—more like a guy who stares at the wall for too long and calls it insight. I’ve always questioned the why……
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Why is it sometimes I can’t breathe?This pain is killing me.Watching the world die,Swindled by lies while we smile and comply. Tell me—how far is death?It’s been near…Yet I still haven’t felt it yet. I stopped believing.I stopped myself from dreaming.I might’ve just reached it—The land of the unbelieving. Take whatever is left.All my lovers tookEverything that was good. Whisper my name when I’m gone.Remember me for the righteous one—The one who only wanted it all… to be done.
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To live a good life, I believe we need two essential things: health and love. Without love, the soul begins to wither. People may still breathe, still move through their days—but inside, something is missing. What is life without love? It’s waking up with a hollow ache in your chest, going through the motions while feeling disconnected from the world around you. Health is just as vital. You can be surrounded by love, but without your health, that love can’t carry you far.…
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Edgar Allan Poe taught me to mourn with rhythm, to scream through silence, and to bleed into ink. This is not just a poem. It’s my requiem for the shadows—and my tribute to the man who taught me how to love them. This is for you, Poe. Never more, never moreCried the fuckin’ raven,Shut up, shut up—I’m tired of this madness.Speak once more,Try me—ever more.I am so ready,For God himself knowsI’ve heard sinners wail and winners score—Never more. Never more.—Boom! I dare…
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I’m Back Been away a few years… but even then, I never forgot where I was from. I went from late-night parties and falling asleep at the bar—to staying home, burning incense, and cooking up wild books and even wilder T-shirt designs. This ain’t some comeback story.This is a transformation. The streets are still in me. The pain’s still there.But now I wield it.Now I shape it. I turned the chaos into craft.The shadows into stories.The silence into designs that speak louder…
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Who would have known that I would have a freak accident of such caliber, a near death experience. It was May, I had just gotten ready to head out to work. I was barely exiting the house when I reached over the dial of my 2015 Ram 1500 and attempted to set it to parking so I could get out and close the gate. Without looking I exited the vehicle and felt the door push me from behind. I failed to make…
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I used to cheat myself So many times, so many times But now everything is as easy As easy as any white lie. No more looking behind No more on which to rely Everything’s as smooth.. As smooth as white wine. Ain’t gonna lie The past kept me up all night Just thinking… just thinking Of what made us think we were fine. Hold up, hold up rain… Ease back, stay back It’s time for bluer skies It’s time for cooler nights.…
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Just the other day I drank a few too many and went into a little depressive rant inside my head about everything that had transpired throughout my life. Even after taking ownership of everything I had ever done or said, for some reason I didn’t feel better at all. It’s was those god damn memories of my past loves; they just won’t let me be free. Plus, I remembered how I infused my mind with a hateful emotion for each and every…
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At the beginning of being unemployed, time seemed to slow down way too much, but now everything seems to have been speeding up drastically. I usually get good sleep, but lately I’ve been sleeping more than ever. Just the other day I slept for thirteen hours. I would have slept more but my head was already boppin’. I guess your brain can only handle so much. What sucks about this new change of time is that even though we get that extra…
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Recently I’ve been on a downward spiral ever since I got laid off my last job. Even though I am receiving unemployment benefits I feel like I am losing my mind. I went from working seventy two hours a week to working none. I’ve tried to make the best of it, tried using my free time to teach myself how to code and get back to writing, but it has been extremely difficult. For some unknown reason I blank out when about…
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Just the other day I was talking to a friend of mine and told her that I wanted to be like the person I used to be when I was twenty one years old. At that point in my life I felt I was on top of the world. I was going to college and was working full time as a Detention Officer. For me eighteen dollars an hour was like winning the lotto, for I had not made that kind of…
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It’s been fifteen years since we first met, yet my memory of her has never faded. Some details of how we came to be have in fact been distorted, but everything else is still in tact. She still looks as beautiful as the first day I lay my toxic manly gaze over her. I do remember that day, the whole situation was a big ordeal for me. In my late teens I had only wished for someone like her to come into…
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I could argue as much as I want that being bullied for so long made me one as well, hence the “when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,” but I would be lying. I am not going to blame my brother because even though he was one of the main reasons I ended up beating up my friends, it was ultimately my decision to do it. I don’t truly recall how old I was when this…
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I can’t believe that after all these years I can still go back and rehash old wounds. I guess that for some reason I keep holding onto them even though they offer no real value other than keeping the bad memories ticking and the unconscious grudges alive. I must have been about ten when I got a good look into what life would truly offer. After we moved into the U.S., I struggled to maintain my composure with the new kids at…
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If anyone would have told me that growing up would be a hassle, I would have never believed them. Sometimes I wonder if the things I have seen or lived during my childhood have somehow embedded into my subconscious and at times of uncertainty they come out to play. One of the things that I can still recall as if it were yesterday was watching three dead bodies lying on the hot asphalt one Saturday afternoon. We were visiting my aunt, my…
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I waited for hours hiding in the back of the house. I heard a noise and ventured to go check it out. As I head towards the ladder I spotted my big gnarly brother going up the ladder on the other side. He spotted me. He gave me a menacing look and came towards me. He descended and punched the shit out of me. I just felt ton of bricks pound my face time and time again. I started oozing, my face…
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I still remember the horrendous heat accosting us the whole afternoon. We were outside playing with toy cars in the shade like every other kid. Lalo just had to come around and ruin that day for me. Well, he ended up ruining it for himself as well. Lalo came over and hit me upside the head. I felt the pain from his tight fist hit me right behind the left ear. The loud sound and the pain disoriented me for a brief…
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