New Poems

The stale flecks of pre-dawn hope
Rinced acid clean by morning glare
Like remnant cornflakes

Perhaps love does really exist, but the beings we are surrounded by don't know how
Perhaps there is no such thing as soulmates, but if you're blessed with loving someone who respects you back, you should stick with 'em 
Perhaps the tides come in and then receed to show us what, if anything, will be left behind after some turbulence
Perhaps we shouldn't compare struggles, feet can manage socks and hands can manage mittens

Perhaps love does really exist, but the beings we are surrounded by don't know how
Perhaps there is no such thing as soulmates, but if you're blessed with loving someone who respects you back, you should stick with 'em
Perhaps the tides come in and then receed to show us what, if anything, will be left behind after some turbulence
Perhaps we shouldn't compare struggles, feet can manage socks and hands can manage mittens

Marlboro men
cough a lot
have mean squinty little eyes
and haunted expressions
that come from
throat cancer
three day stubble
emphysema
and the knowledge
of how damned 
hard it is
to look
suave and sophisticated
with an
oxygen tank
mounted
on your
horse.

Marble, white velvet

The Colossus stands as a regal glimpse
to that which may be rightly cast away.
And though we shudder to think
what fortunes may arise
on the brink of convergence
on the final, unknown day,
the Colossus stands as it has, always.
Cast off and built again,
destroyed and resculpted
to fit the image, in vain,
of every long shadow of age unto age.
And shudder, we will,
at our fortunes, our fate,
left to ourselves when the Colossus has fallen.
And shudder, still we will, in the shadow, rebuilt,

I know it ain't "gangsta" to be a poet but you see I don't do it for the glits and the glamour....hell I don't even do it to be on camera...I do it to express myself day in and day out...and like I've said before I'm going to the top and that's without a doubt....so you can go ahead and hate tell me I ain't gonna make it...hell you can even say I ain't real and I'm just faking it...but at the end of the day this is me...and I will for fill my destiny

I met a little girl today...she packed her bags and try to run away...you see her mom was a junkie and her dad was a rapist and all she wanted was to try and exscape it...she felt like she was in a world of her own...she ain't have a friend or a place to call home...so she looked to the lord for some answers...and he said "don't worry I'm gonna cure ya cancer".....so she finally gets away from all the drugs,rape&cancer and realized that god finally gave her answers...so if you ever feel like you life is bad...think back to this poem and realize the life she had

Languid smells from bronzen pots
were dun and thicked the air.

old tides in a bitter swing,
to sway along this dance