Prohibited Love

Do you know why a bird has its wings? There was a time, It didn’t know how to fly It skip around Like the birdbrain chickens that exist today Until one day it saw the sun And fell madly in love It hopped with excitement It hopped on one foot It hopped on the other... Continue Reading →

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The Many Caps I’ve Worn

As the son of a business man I learned to view the world as capital Abandoned homes and properties could be flipped to make a profit I learned to have an eye for revenue Evaluates each person’s strength and learn how they are most efficient And meeting people meant networking In the construction industry I... Continue Reading →

Life Before You

  I didn’t know what love was. I was an expert of being handcuffed And bargaining my life with a judge. Nights with no sleep. Along with the rest of the inmates. I confess I was in pain, Oppressed by the context, Reflected by my mistakes. I’d laid in bed as I prayed to God.... Continue Reading →

WRITER’S GUILT 

The guilt of a writer at 1 am When not a single word is written Or a masterpiece is compose His heart is anything but smitten when an inspiration could not come close He rest his head on the pillow With only one thing in mind To let his potential thrill go Or let his... Continue Reading →

A Fighter’s Story: Recovery

  Two fighters in the ring. The champion with the belt And the opponent with not a thing. Nothing but a dream. To be like his brother Dean. Who at eighteen, boxed a mighty scene. And at nineteen, Died a victim in a murder scene. It was too much for their poor mother Too much... Continue Reading →

Not Worth The Shot

Shot after shot, But its not what you thought I took the shot without pulling the trigger I pushed my luck, And it slipped right through my fingers I drove by slow, down the road As I took another shot down my throat The enemy was ahead As I took another to the head. Only... Continue Reading →

The Heart of a Writer

  The heart of a writer, is a complex instrument. It creates worlds uncharted to men, It manipulates emotions and gives our souls fulfillment. The heart of a writer, is a sensitive organ. It understands the rest of the world. It understands their desire, their pain, and their soul. It it exposes them to the... Continue Reading →

Praying For Revenge

Preface In January of 2009, I moved to the beautiful city of Houston. At the time I was eighteen. I had always had love for the city and during the time I lived there I fell absolutely in love with it. I loved my family there but there was more to it. From the food... Continue Reading →

El Camion

It’s been over three years since I last drove “El Camion”. El camion is what we all call a GMC W4500 in our company. It translates to big truck or in this case a box truck. Not much had changed with el camion, but boy did I do a lot of growing these past three... Continue Reading →

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