Never know till you flow
will it end or just grow
will it mend for pretend
while
I stare at the snow.
Grab the ink
while I think
using keys more with ease
forget the trend
just jot then send.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Originally hailing from Chitown or as commonly known Chicago, I now reside in Ocala, Florida. I come from a strong Puerto Rican background laced with Creole/black descendance. Growing up in a big city afforded me the privilege of being exposed to many breathtaking journeys, heartaches, tragedies and experiences. All of these circumstances created in me an eclectic array of characteristics that can only be attributed to me. I love who I am. I can only thank God for every single occurrence in my life that brought me to this point. And so I write.
Never know till you flow
will it end or just grow
will it mend for pretend
while
I stare at the snow.
Grab the ink
while I think
using keys more with ease
forget the trend
just jot then send.
Hustle till I can’t see,
muscle not necessary,
bustle because the brook is deep,
subtle as far as eye can see,
huddle is where I wanna be,
muddle so you can picture me,
escape until eternity,
imprint so you remember me.
And so the beginning
Starts, the beginner
Won’t stop
until the beginning ends
Or the Mike drops.
Unexpected loop
taken by surprise
dreams forewarning
meditating eyes
analytical thoughts
waiting in disguise
this is why Lord sees
bigger pictures from the skies.
I was created,
born to write,
written word
my heart, body, soul.
I live, breath, eat it.
Never perfection, always perfecting.
The word
will never leave
me, it is my destiny.