tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29546032549669613402024-03-13T15:45:48.958-07:00She Is PoetryShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-41530659990641450782012-01-23T11:04:00.001-08:002012-01-23T11:04:33.438-08:00This Ones for Me<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">Natural MDMA feelings</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">I’m on a dope trip</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This is rebirth</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">In love with the sound of my hearts acceleration <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This feeling of excitement follows me recently and ever so frequently </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">My first breathe of air and I'm high already </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the Hitler in you, creating genocide to every positive thought</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">Death upon a whole entirety </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for my skyscraper legs </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">My destination to the sky</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">Head in the clouds</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">Everything is mellow</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This is an is ode to me and ode to you if you feel me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for waking up one day and realizing you need a change</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">Re-evaluation</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">Determination</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the personal revolutions</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For digging my claws into hell and reaping what I sowed </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For every night we looked at the sky <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and there were no stars</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">Just clouds that blocked our light</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This is for the moon that haunted your sun</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the flames that lost their fury</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the loves that turned to dust</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the tears that turned to ice</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the abortions that turned to dollar signs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the ones who stare at half empty glasses in unison</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the pen and paper that held me down</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the knives that stabbed our backs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the devils that freelance on our shoulders</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For learning to shake them off our beloved backs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the long lost gaze at the rear view mirror</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the battles we have fought that left us feeling lost</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the victory</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for a contagious smile</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the real laughter that breaks awkward silences</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For the immaculate innocent that been poisoned by the hands of time</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the poet of the night that is forced to feel</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">May your song be a symphony!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the fucking apple that started female rebellion!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">Did I forget to mention this one for me? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">A break from asshole boyfriends, sick parents, broke dreams, dead end jobs, bills, debt and criminal family</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This ones for all the excitement of what’s to come</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This shit is for all the adversary that made you, you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For creating and not destroying</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">For creating while destroying</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for a new beginning</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This one is for the strength sweet God has injected into my veins</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">This is for every moment I have looked in the mirror and have said to myself:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;">“Today you will kick ass darling”!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>by Lina GonzalezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-80414518847684210222011-10-02T14:03:00.000-07:002011-10-02T14:03:30.581-07:00The Ron and Sammie Affect<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0GRtZbTAoAexsAiAo2Pq1cre6LCqXiX1O5CeevplMTtAoOTY4or4kaeFyAk5ihaiVIPS3unxEFcEK-3b0s0H1MEWkSNgSnfb9DpkqPFqQQ5enVWZhLTrTaxCZmaA5kXnaslErOZk6zekE/s1600/toxicrelationship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0GRtZbTAoAexsAiAo2Pq1cre6LCqXiX1O5CeevplMTtAoOTY4or4kaeFyAk5ihaiVIPS3unxEFcEK-3b0s0H1MEWkSNgSnfb9DpkqPFqQQ5enVWZhLTrTaxCZmaA5kXnaslErOZk6zekE/s400/toxicrelationship.jpg" width="400" /></a>She fell in love with the enemy<br />
He fell in love with a thief<br />
He shot her in the heart with a gun<br />
The beginning of the end<br />
She stole his heart with just a graze of her lips <br />
She wore his heart on her own sleeves<br />
She let her wrists bleed<br />
He spoke a different language<br />
One that she couldn’t read or translate<br />
Dyslexic love ,they got it all backwards<br />
He has it all blind <br />
Didn’t see the jewel in front him<br />
She was his favorite lovely opponent<br />
She gave his heart a beating <br />
And he crushed her with bare hands<br />
Tossed her to the wolves in sheep clothing<br />
Neglected she turned into a beast<br />
Stronger <br />
He was no match for what he has created <br />
In his chest lived a passion that consumed is every being<br />
Thirsty for every ounce every drop of her<br />
She was a fighter <br />
He didn't fall too far behind<br />
Set up in a ring always agasint one another<br />
These fights lasted all night<br />
They snapped photographs to keep the memory alive<br />
Somebody should have warned them that this was insanity that had arrived to take over their lives<br />
Photo albums filled with smiles of four years of denial <br />
She the scorpion she caught him with the stinger<br />
He was addicted to her poisonous way<br />
Toxins consuming his body his veins<br />
He was the lion the king<br />
She was in love with the pride and nobility<br />
Fighting the same war just a different battle<br />
His bloody knuckles<br />
Her hurt hands<br />
Holes in his bedroom walls <br />
He would scream at the top of lungs how much he hated her<br />
But his heart would not let him hate her<br />
He would walk away<br />
She would run after him <br />
Pushing doors shut in his face<br />
He turn around <br />
And take her with open arms<br />
Letting the sky fall on them<br />
Making up again<br />
Next morning <br />
“Im sorry , I love you we guna make it “texts would await her phone<br />
They were opposites attached at the heart the hip and the soul<br />
The power of love had them losing control<br />
She questioned and questioned<br />
He gave her no answers just a another fight<br />
It was her fault again<br />
Just the vicious cycle<br />
Of another argument gone wrong<br />
He didn't understand<br />
She didn't know how to let go<br />
He cried that she left him abounded and alone<br />
Laying next to each other and feeling a million miles away<br />
Two ticking time bombs laying in the same bed<br />
In the night she pretend she was asleep<br />
He would kiss her forehead and whispered “I love you so much”<br />
But she pretend not to hear it<br />
She cried about the naked chicks up in his email<br />
She turn around and turn to irrelevant texts from random dudes<br />
She had followed into his footsteps<br />
She had learned the game<br />
He was on the offense <br />
She was so defensive<br />
So much love<br />
Too immature to realize they were guna lose it all<br />
Love had came by<br />
And had slipped through the cracks <br />
The more he tried to catch it the more it slipped from his fingertips<br />
The more she try and save it<br />
The more it became a waste<br />
Time spent on arguing<br />
They had each other all figured out<br />
They knew which buttons they loved to press<br />
He press PLAY......He was running the game<br />
She press REWIND, she couldn’t take the past our her mind<br />
They press PAUSE ... and hold each other in a hopeless embrace<br />
Many attempts at moving FOWARD . She just could not get over it <br />
Anger consumed these two<br />
The flame grew bigger<br />
They were burning in their own hell <br />
Stabbed at each other in the back<br />
Betrayal<br />
Stab at each other in the front<br />
Disrespect<br />
She kept falling for the same words " I'm sorry I love you so much you just make me so angry”<br />
The flame. grew bigger , stronger , longer, higher <br />
They were burning in their own hell <br />
They had both lost the fight<br />
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By Lina GonzalezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-75259970206754086822011-09-17T11:43:00.000-07:002011-09-17T11:43:03.399-07:00151 ProofHow you swim with the Jack Daniels<br />
surprises me <br />
I cant believe your still living this life<br />
You have survived <br />
Not sure how you have not drowned<br />
You are barley here anyways right<br />
Stuck in your vortex alcohol nights<br />
The results of drowning in Hennessy<br />
Bite marks of last nights love affairs<br />
Strange women undergarments lay in distant corners<br />
Your dried up kids on motel sheets<br />
Stumble in at late hours<br />
With the scent of betrayal on your clothes<br />
And the taste of lust on your lips<br />
You have betrayed again<br />
Fighting over and over again<br />
Complaining she brings you down<br />
Ironically you make her face and the ground always meet <br />
You have made us move to a nice spot on the corner of ROCK BOTTOM<br />
I guess the commute to hell was just easier from there for you<br />
Them Heinikens are the muscle to your bones<br />
The anecdote that fuses you into a monster <br />
To you there is no other answer <br />
You sip, sip and chug ,chug<br />
No end to when you stop <br />
Im so young already wondering when will this life end?!<br />
While you live it up carelessly<br />
Regret consumes your mind <br />
So you write an apology letter<br />
An apology letter with no moral<br />
There is none just a thesis: “How drunk will I get this evening”<br />
A paper stained with Johnny walker Black Label<br />
Smudged words you tired to read aloud in slurred language<br />
Drunk” im sorries “followed by “ I just cant stop”<br />
Break down into alcoholic tears<br />
Your right you couldn’t stop<br />
You continued to chase liquor stores instead of a happy home<br />
And still you say your not having the time of your life<br />
The time without your family<br />
The time of your life has gone away<br />
Your time is up<br />
Your kids grown up to other dads<br />
Your 151 proof of everything I don’t strive to be <br />
10% sperm donor<br />
20% wife beater<br />
30% dead beat<br />
40% cheater<br />
51% alcoholic<br />
The time of your life you being the best at your worst<br />
Your 151 proof dad<br />
Child hood days should have been with you <br />
Not me reaching out through cold metal jail bars to feel your touch<br />
Lullabies and nursery rhymes replaced by moms cries .yelling and police sirens<br />
I should have been enjoying your piggy back rides<br />
Not in the back of a dirty dusty police car going to visit you<br />
You will always be part of me 151 %<br />
I hope you have the time of your life<br />
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By Lina Gonzalez<br />
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She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-83027137500651055702011-08-14T20:33:00.000-07:002011-08-14T20:36:35.757-07:00The Art of Lonely MenA woman's most prized possession is in between her legs <br />
Loose women give it up to you with out the mare sound of a beg<br />
Numbers of loose women's, change and condoms in your pocket<br />
You walk around with an empty heart shaped locket<br />
Loneliness consumes your thoughts<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLt7NGQxW5MKrUpS6leKXHqgPRdQCZNQuCzfc7iRxKGw7XA2TxYLrj1lWzDRb1oAwnYVeh9QzctsfrUdwZDS8X6_EtcrpfX3COWAK3M9L_YYaAJXesPX7dEwZ9UCBc4GfOJ65g3KOWodX/s1600/puzzle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLt7NGQxW5MKrUpS6leKXHqgPRdQCZNQuCzfc7iRxKGw7XA2TxYLrj1lWzDRb1oAwnYVeh9QzctsfrUdwZDS8X6_EtcrpfX3COWAK3M9L_YYaAJXesPX7dEwZ9UCBc4GfOJ65g3KOWodX/s320/puzzle.jpg" width="320px" /></a>Adding to the growing list of all these women you have bought</div>Nothing compared to the one that has you caught <br />
Up in this schizophrenia , don't know whats real<br />
So numb you don't know how to feel<br />
Heart locked up in a box made of steal<br />
You replace her every night<br />
With easy woman who's panties hit the floor with out a fight<br />
They love you, they call out for you<br />
You respond to their womanly fuse<br />
This is what you do as you wait for the return of the girl you still haven't met<br />
She has you sick , but your a dog no doc you need a vet<br />
Perfection is what you envision<br />
When she comes by is time to play your position<br />
Shes a woman of a million battles and you are meant to be one of her war wounds<br />
She will be a woman down because of you<br />
Failure is but a figment of your imagination<br />
Like a trickster you will trip her and then come to her salvation<br />
And for her.. inside of you a fire burns<br />
Shes built like a church<br />
Beautiful on the outside <br />
Holiness lives inside<br />
And you will turn her into a wicked gargoyle of the night time<br />
Hungover days followed by sleepless nights<br />
A male ego tripping on his lonely pride<br />
You continue to insert your keys in locks of doors that lead to nothing nut dead ends <br />
Meet new ones and your only interest is how far that ass will bend<br />
Create problems and leave you with questions with no answer<br />
This love shyt is starting to kill you like cancer<br />
You send out drunk text messages before the sunrise<br />
The biggest lie you tell in your "good guy" disguise<br />
Now shes fucked in body and mind<br />
You go over board with the caressing <br />
Hide all those feelings your bench pressing<br />
You fuck each and everyone of them pretending<br />
That they were the love you once lost<br />
Imaging that your heart and hers crossed<br />
Living the double standard :No strings attached<br />
But all strings attached to her back <br />
Shes your favorite puppet<br />
You say jump shes jumps right on top , you love it <br />
Hard drugs no highs just a trip<br />
Mixed emotions and mixed drinks<br />
How many girls let you hit?<br />
You have loose women recreating carbon copies of them selves<br />
No abortion they want to all the financial help<br />
Loose woman reproducing bastard children with no direction<br />
Who grow up to be lonely men with the lost power of affection<br />
Left your mark up in these women <br />
A delusional spiritual famine<br />
While you were busy fucking everything<br />
You passed many queens<br />
Might have overlooked<br />
Because your just so overbooked<br />
and the only way to love a woman whole is through her heart<br />
Lonely men love em in bits ans pieces , puzzle piece art<br />
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By Lina GonzalezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-20352472876950181012011-08-03T19:37:00.000-07:002011-08-03T19:37:05.705-07:00Signs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9X4rmZ0WE_HJca8I4-FYts2i68YYPK4bqbFB11uemPnECCTt9JlcFdYH-erjKOyrIo3JIqm2rKY5kJNgzYzUxrBAC6EIjUPxqPR0Cb5uBYc5i7Mo4LZyPrl33_JBrKMRjIUtpmVHSOCDc/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9X4rmZ0WE_HJca8I4-FYts2i68YYPK4bqbFB11uemPnECCTt9JlcFdYH-erjKOyrIo3JIqm2rKY5kJNgzYzUxrBAC6EIjUPxqPR0Cb5uBYc5i7Mo4LZyPrl33_JBrKMRjIUtpmVHSOCDc/s320/22.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Once upon a time lived a man<br />
With a super power granted to him by a higher being<br />
He was born to draw<br />
He suffered from procrastination<br />
No matter how many times he used his imagination<br />
He would always end up with unfinished business<br />
Stored thoughts sharp enough to wound enemies<br />
So he cluttered and he cluttered his collection until a war broke out<br />
With his mind he drew himself a world to escape too<br />
So he ran in<br />
Throwing hand grenades at his demons <br />
Sidestepping the devil<br />
Drawing weapons and bombs to survive<br />
Never looking back he entered a world where only art existed<br />
Trees come to life bearing fist<br />
The signs and arrows all pointed in one direction<br />
Unexpectedly he drew up a mountain and moved it <br />
Lost all control of his senses<br />
He saw something moving in the distance<br />
He spotted a young girl at her knees<br />
He didn't draw her up<br />
She just suddenly appeared<br />
His imagination couldn't let him draw things he had never seemed<br />
She wasn't from the depths of his imagination she was real<br />
A one of a kind jewel<br />
Stone cold but beautiful like a purple gem<br />
She was sitting on the beach lonely and mute<br />
She had lost her voice in a fight<br />
So instead she learned how to write<br />
With the only tool available<br />
The sand and the beach<br />
She used branches as her pencil<br />
Writing for so many years<br />
The sun had turned wet sand into rock<br />
It was all written in stone <br />
He walked up carefully not to step on her words<br />
She looked at the sand lost she struggled with with a writers block<br />
His imagination bursts out creating more imagery <br />
He couldn't control what was happening<br />
Uncontrollable paintings filled the air<br />
Nearly transparent no hiding what he was thinking she read him like an x-ray<br />
So she wrote a message on the sand<br />
"I need to get out of here<br />
and when the moment comes I will know the right words to write"<br />
As soon as she saw him<br />
The words came to her <br />
She steady wrote them on the sand<br />
They read<br />
"His picture will paint you a story<br />
Her stories will paint you a picture"<br />
They locked eyes like a lock and key<br />
They seemed like the new Adam and Eve<br />
So the mute girl spoke for the first time in many years<br />
"I been trying to get out of here , i been writing the story,<br />
but couldn't paint the picture"<br />
His response "The signs that lead me here told me I needed drive"<br />
She said" So draw a car" and she wrote<br />
"I will be you battery acid to your engines, I will come with you and finish the story , but you must let also give <br />
me get a try at the drivers seat"<br />
"Rev up your engines<br />
Drive this car to the moon like ET<br />
Draw the world a new skyline<br />
All write it all out from the passenger side<br />
And you just draw these stories<br />
Here we go <br />
Do not slow down<br />
Do not push on the brakes until the new world has been drawn"<br />
He agrees<br />
They don't slow down<br />
He put it on drive <br />
But instead he learned how to fly <br />
He flew until the sky reached nightfall<br />
His pictures glowing in the dark<br />
Like constellations<br />
Drawing and drawing <br />
She kept writing their destination<br />
She wrote about a lot of sunshine<br />
So sunshine he gave her <br />
Unexpected rain approached<br />
This wasn't in the script<br />
They crash back to the ground<br />
It was meant for them to come back down <br />
Wounded he bleeds paint<br />
And her cartoon like words bounce off the floor<br />
These minds so sick <br />
Wanting to vomit creativity on canvases and legal pads<br />
Now they have crash landed from the heavens into the world<br />
God already has planted a full gallery in his mind that he does not even know about<br />
Each moment he blesses the world every time he draws his visions<br />
Archives waiting to arrive to canvas, walls, paper, and skin<br />
To surprise and "Oooohh" and "Ah" the world<br />
His blood creates a yellow brick road<br />
There off to see the wizard<br />
But this time with courage a heart and wisdom<br />
There off to ask the wizard:<br />
That their sins unravel into miracles<br />
To ask the wizard to save the poets who just cannot speak <br />
And that the inspiration would creep<br />
Leaving her pen like doses of magic<br />
A fusion to reality<br />
That his paintings would draw signs for the lost<br />
Monumental perfection<br />
The wizard sat back and <br />
Smoked her poems<br />
Light it up with his paint<br />
Inhaled the magic<br />
Filled his lungs with poetry <br />
Blew out scriptures in cartoons<br />
Put it all in the air<br />
Let it roam the streets<br />
He spread it through the air like an airborne disease<br />
The wizard said:<br />
"This is a purple sky that can fall on me a million times <br />
May your words fill the bellies of empty voids<br />
May inspiration be your gift<br />
You the author and him the illustrator<br />
May your pop-up book turn to life"<br />
<br />
By Lina GonzalezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-10473818767494686282011-07-28T20:59:00.001-07:002011-07-28T21:05:23.547-07:00Scars<div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">This is the first poem I ever performed at an open mic. This is the written version. The spoken word piece is much longer. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
And I surrender now to this room full of flames.<br />
<br />
Ignited by the gas that seeps from my soul...<br />
<br />
I am enraged.<br />
<br />
Here it goes...<br />
<br />
Flesh torn down by broken bottles<br />
<br />
I’m the one to blame for this beautiful addition to my body<br />
<br />
The masterpiece…<br />
<br />
This body is my mural.<br />
<br />
A beauty<br />
<br />
One of them being the art it portrays<br />
<br />
My scars are my art<br />
<br />
A voice for every cut<br />
<br />
A story for every scar<br />
<br />
And danger was the gas to my imagination<br />
<br />
While I’m painting pretty pictures of mental fixation<br />
<br />
I like to think I’m digging through my skin to<br />
<br />
Dip into my soul<br />
<br />
Only to find a pool of boiling fiery red trickling blood<br />
<br />
My body the canvas</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Arms filled with artistic memorials<br />
<br />
My hands my arms my legs<br />
<br />
I am the creation<br />
<br />
With every cut I scratch away a memory<br />
<br />
That’s has been implanted on my heart<br />
<br />
These scars are the story of a dangerous me<br />
<br />
<br />
Tears replaced by a drops of blood drawn<br />
<br />
Tough me<br />
<br />
Blinding my self of pain<br />
<br />
Bullying me<br />
<br />
Inner pain<br />
<br />
Numbed out by physical<br />
<br />
Cheap bic Razors to skin<br />
<br />
With every open wound<br />
<br />
The fire would leak<br />
<br />
An explosion would occur<br />
<br />
I am these scars<br />
<br />
I am these cuts<br />
<br />
Every moment in time that was me<br />
<br />
Blind rage<br />
<br />
A monster<br />
<br />
Fury overpowering my body<br />
<br />
This is a beautiful canvas<br />
<br />
My beautiful scars<br />
<br />
And if I ever felt powerless I was wrong<br />
<br />
Because the power that rested in me<br />
<br />
Was enough to hurt me<br />
<br />
The energy invested in my own little surgeries<br />
<br />
<br />
Ravishing rivers of red are the streams I’m coming from<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">And every time I slice my heart<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I carve away a lil memory<br />
<br />
I am at war with this skin that carries me<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Addicted to cold metal sharp objects compressed upon on my skin<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Releasing a lil bit of the journey that its been<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">We cannot be friends<br />
<br />
I wear weakness on the bottom of my foot<br />
<br />
Stepping on it every time I moved forward</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">By Lina Gonzalez</span></div>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-87480219197435488712011-07-28T20:48:00.000-07:002011-07-28T20:48:01.929-07:00Then and Now<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WibN5EZq7R7LxQ-G-UhAFDDgJw-gBD6vdr_ZxFIdROrbZEIOIBQobXpCFyG8DcCD4j8YW3147rlKbxO4aK0BxJg4J-lYW4EjAK5Wf50gEiHqKwd_0u6p2KqTpOolGwZmMMStdy_yd4XP/s1600/g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WibN5EZq7R7LxQ-G-UhAFDDgJw-gBD6vdr_ZxFIdROrbZEIOIBQobXpCFyG8DcCD4j8YW3147rlKbxO4aK0BxJg4J-lYW4EjAK5Wf50gEiHqKwd_0u6p2KqTpOolGwZmMMStdy_yd4XP/s320/g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> This is me THEN<br />
<br />
So many people want happy endings<br />
<br />
But in reality most endings and good byes are sad<br />
<br />
And if the past happened so many years ago<br />
<br />
Why do we keeping taping back into that memory?<br />
<br />
Calling to us whispering us tempting us pulling us to relive moments<br />
<br />
We live everyday to forget<br />
<br />
Tied in appealing bows of insecurities<br />
<br />
Melancholic time wrapping is evil finger<br />
<br />
But why are you searching for an ending?<br />
<br />
What you are now is the only thing you will ever be<br />
<br />
Speeding your way to the future<br />
<br />
Leaving your self lost in the tracks<br />
<br />
A couple of minutes ago (the past)<br />
<br />
You were thinking in circles<br />
<br />
Looking in mirrors staring at your own blank stare<br />
<br />
Behind the smile a whirl wind<br />
<br />
And watching ghost dancing around you in circles<br />
<br />
I guess you like that dance a little too much<br />
<br />
I catch you waltzing across the room every time<br />
<br />
Road blocking you to step foot in the NOW<br />
<br />
Then inspiration creeps up on you<br />
<br />
Like a heavenly force<br />
<br />
Forced to write it out<br />
<br />
This is your religion<br />
<br />
Releasing the evils out your mind<br />
<br />
Tip toeing its way into your soul<br />
<br />
The secret code unlocking self expressions<br />
<br />
These shoulders carry the weight of mountains<br />
<br />
Words crash landing on fragile pieces of paper like boulders<br />
<br />
So delicate yet absolutely unbreakable<br />
<br />
That was me then<br />
<br />
<br />
This is me NOW<br />
<br />
It’s entertaining to me when you say I look distracted<br />
<br />
My eyes lost in a gaze<br />
<br />
I’m light years away<br />
<br />
You speak and I do not hear you<br />
<br />
I see lips moving<br />
<br />
But I can not make sense of anything that is coming out of your mouth<br />
<br />
I hear you voice<br />
<br />
I am not listening<br />
<br />
All that’s crawling in my ears are faint distant sounds<br />
<br />
I refuse to be consumed by these harsh realities<br />
<br />
Of yesteryear<br />
<br />
So I found a place I rather be<br />
<br />
Inside of me<br />
<br />
One that I have built for my self on my own<br />
<br />
And is located deep in the depths of mind<br />
<br />
Mountains outlined with similes<br />
<br />
Purple clouds gazing over me<br />
<br />
A sea filled only with peace<br />
<br />
Smoke in the air<br />
<br />
This is better then a dream<br />
<br />
A sun that never stops shining<br />
<br />
It’s never night time here<br />
<br />
Eternal sunshine<br />
<br />
In here I don’t rush for the night time to come to escape and fall asleep<br />
<br />
Daytime all day I’m awake<br />
<br />
Alive<br />
<br />
The better version of my spirit lives here<br />
<br />
I have imagined her up<br />
<br />
I just cannot bring her to life<br />
<br />
For fear that she will become shattered and polluted<br />
<br />
With this cruel real world<br />
<br />
So she stays locked up tight in my deepest thought<br />
<br />
You will never meet her<br />
<br />
Only read about her<br />
<br />
I visit her very often<br />
<br />
Wish I could I stay with her forever<br />
<br />
But my distractions are coming back<br />
<br />
I hear someone yelling<br />
<br />
“Lina snap out of it “<br />
<br />
“What the fuck were you thinking about? I been talking to you for the past ten minutes”<br />
<br />
I never say a word<br />
<br />
Those ten minutes seemed like hours<br />
<br />
For these people would never understand where I stand<br />
<br />
Or where I have gone<br />
<br />
Mobile in the world<br />
<br />
But just so out of touch<br />
<br />
Time lies on suspension lines<br />
<br />
So out of balance<br />
<br />
Like de javue<br />
<br />
I am living in mind my own mind<br />
<br />
This is a place I call home<br />
<br />
I’m physically here<br />
<br />
But I’m not here<br />
<br />
Don’t call me crazy because<br />
<br />
I have found a home in my mind<br />
<br />
Don’t tell me to come out<br />
<br />
If the world is so cold<br />
<br />
This world has me starving<br />
<br />
I'm feeding my self food for thought<br />
<br />
So deep you can’t tap into me<br />
<br />
Many levels in this mind<br />
<br />
I have reached level 13<br />
<br />
The one where is too hard to get out<br />
<br />
Don’t want to come out<br />
<br />
So perhaps you have got it backwards<br />
<br />
You are distracting me from my inner me<br />
<br />
Beautiful bliss no ignorance<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
By Lina GonzalezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-64355577108890156992011-07-12T18:48:00.000-07:002011-07-12T18:49:15.048-07:00DrugsI took a hit of that purple<br />
My mind went flying into the clouds<br />
I took a hit of that purple<br />
I couldn’t even feel myself<br />
Instantly hooked<br />
While it traveled through every void filling it up <br />
I was overloaded with “joy”<br />
So wrong to over dose on this<br />
And abuse it<br />
Knew all the rules but decided to break them<br />
Because walking in straight lines just didn’t make the cut<br />
Walking in circles was my kind of dance<br />
I always seem to take detours<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixA5_0zZxmaTnxMuf1CIOwYEOgXacCO0zdTLXtXAFIpj1eJk7yGpFXsCI_EF3mPh0XakA33T1XbXHWhsvrF7B0sFJRl4cBCu7sxk65KMa59pCe50d87B4VrO37ghQeI5K6NpSjyYwWgZ-J/s1600/drugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixA5_0zZxmaTnxMuf1CIOwYEOgXacCO0zdTLXtXAFIpj1eJk7yGpFXsCI_EF3mPh0XakA33T1XbXHWhsvrF7B0sFJRl4cBCu7sxk65KMa59pCe50d87B4VrO37ghQeI5K6NpSjyYwWgZ-J/s320/drugs.jpg" width="280" /></a>And go wherever my mind wanders<br />
Took a hit of that purple and looked death into the eyes<br />
My veins overflowing<br />
My body overflowing with this euphoric state of mind<br />
So many years went by as I survived on that purple<br />
Rarely making the fuckin day<br />
Waking up into another day felt helpless<br />
So I stopped suddenly<br />
And it was taken away for me<br />
Like an addict<br />
Withdrawing every god dam day<br />
Tears filled my eyes<br />
Anxiety filled my chest<br />
Knees hit the ground this is rock bottom<br />
The crash landing was bad <br />
And when it wasn’t around anymore<br />
Purple pouring rain<br />
I cried these purple tears<br />
Lit purple candles<br />
I was happy just to make it through the day<br />
If I could GPS hell<br />
Id say it was located in my mind<br />
The thoughts that ran through me everyday<br />
Were gruesome enough for movies<br />
Death scenes<br />
Violence<br />
I killed you a thousand times<br />
Each death slower then the last<br />
This is the result of that purple shyt<br />
So just when it got worse then rock bottom<br />
I thought I was going 6 feet under<br />
Id like to call rehab the ward of time<br />
Slow seconds that become lifetimes<br />
No more of that purple shyt<br />
That clouds my mind<br />
Are you reading between the lines?<br />
<br />
By Lina GonzalezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-80801999932370920822011-07-12T18:03:00.000-07:002011-07-12T18:03:58.090-07:00Full Price LoveI gave you the benefit of the doubt<br />
But you only benefited from me<br />
While my head filled up wit doubts<br />
The clock is ticking<br />
You waste my time my love<br />
You are blessed<br />
Because Im blessing you always<br />
While you perform comfortable sins with my body<br />
But this love is no longer for sale<br />
And it sure isn't it free<br />
But all you want to do is bargain with me<br />
Seems cheap to me<br />
Willing to pay HALF price for my love<br />
While Im left paying the full price for the aftermath<br />
To hell with compromise<br />
I have become restless of just being comfortable<br />
I'm way too much of rebel for “play it safes” and safe zones<br />
Love isn't easy<br />
or guaranteed<br />
But I'm done with ” flirtationships”<br />
More then a friendship<br />
But less then a relationship<br />
I'd fight with you<br />
But your barb wires have hurt me enough<br />
Tired of the usual young love games<br />
This is a new phase where the 50 /50 begins<br />
So spare me some change<br />
Not done with love<br />
Done with confused souls<br />
Bargains, cheap sales, half prices<br />
Im searching for the jackpot<br />
<br />
By Lina GonzalezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-61184329932922016002011-07-12T17:19:00.000-07:002011-07-12T17:20:36.255-07:00Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKtWI_zmCjXCgcxlj9hK80YZR4Yy5OSBPzhaDb9S8lBaZZwkTlStUDeANwnTSwLqOsEL6clfoHUKOsKAtjr0ZpdDjeRV4MzDtE6mk8H1yzddLur4nzFJoY4uWChk_T3wQv3YYlgofX0rR/s1600/life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKtWI_zmCjXCgcxlj9hK80YZR4Yy5OSBPzhaDb9S8lBaZZwkTlStUDeANwnTSwLqOsEL6clfoHUKOsKAtjr0ZpdDjeRV4MzDtE6mk8H1yzddLur4nzFJoY4uWChk_T3wQv3YYlgofX0rR/s320/life.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I'm going through hell with a smile on my face brighter then heaven<br />
The negatives try to keep me down<br />
A negative plus a negative equals a positive<br />
Never been good at math<br />
I just hope all this shyt just starts to add up <br />
Everyone is looking for there 15 mins<br />
But Im just fine with my 23 years<br />
Not looking for fame not looking for fortune<br />
Just looking for peace<br />
Cranking up the volume on this music<br />
I cant stand to hear my self think<br />
But these voices are loud<br />
I raise up every waking morning<br />
No time for complications<br />
I shove them in a corner in the back of my head<br />
“I'm fine”<br />
I am public enemy number one<br />
I'm looking to hunt you down because I can't stand you<br />
But who I'm looking for is me , you see<br />
The worst critique in the world<br />
Miss self destruct<br />
Miss raise up<br />
Miss positivity, smile so bright<br />
Miss Super woman always saving everybody<br />
Who's going to save me?<br />
I paint pictures of light<br />
for everybody<br />
leading them to paths of recuperation<br />
Feeling like is me and against the world<br />
always at odds<br />
I'm never even<br />
Me against the stress<br />
But I'm running with the feeling of the weekend<br />
High and drunk<br />
Because I am too weak for sobriety , but strong enough for this alcohol tolerance<br />
I run and I run and I find myself falling<br />
And Im lost like Alice in wonderland<br />
Falling into the never ending hole<br />
What do you when your at battle with yourself?<br />
Your mind running away from you<br />
Because it is sick of you <br />
Survive with open wounds<br />
Who knew healing would be painful<br />
I thought it was supposed to get better<br />
My body grows older<br />
But mind remains stuck in the past<br />
Wounds that break lose every so often<br />
Wish it would stay shut forever<br />
Verbalizing lies<br />
wearing big smiles as disguise<br />
I'm getting sick of this mask<br />
On my face<br />
Its all a lie<br />
Every joke<br />
Every laugh<br />
is a fake<br />
I'm tired of hiding <br />
Exhausted of being this actor<br />
This character has me confused<br />
I don’t know who I am anymore<br />
Pass along all the medication<br />
To cure me from this sickness<br />
Feed me doses of hard core reality <br />
reality.....................<br />
No one survives, you just liveShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-56632874804961219502011-06-28T07:59:00.000-07:002011-06-28T07:59:29.848-07:00So Lucky<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPlPyAvRPsprfqHFKNQev5WfTjJg7NrbjFLNV5GQnD5ATeecbEul1NmtvRu1OhOhAv9WdSHvyCVijt_-8BmplMeoPiGy57fxQ-JOpwFHzUUh5HG6UdGdoSXb-DMBPOsrHFX00Bkr_D0Qm/s1600/jh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPlPyAvRPsprfqHFKNQev5WfTjJg7NrbjFLNV5GQnD5ATeecbEul1NmtvRu1OhOhAv9WdSHvyCVijt_-8BmplMeoPiGy57fxQ-JOpwFHzUUh5HG6UdGdoSXb-DMBPOsrHFX00Bkr_D0Qm/s320/jh.jpg" width="213px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I remember you used to tell me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Any man would be lucky to have you"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I used to wonder if it was a generic way of you being just a friend to me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Or if you felt lucky just to have me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I could see right through you that </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You wondered about being that lucky man</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">There was something about your words</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And the way you would speak staring into the distance</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">As if it meant the world to you that I sat there and listened</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I listened with my ear and remember with my heart</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Although I cant remember every word</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I remember exactly how it made you feel</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The closeness of late night conversations and revelations</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Reading along the lines I threaded</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We said so much but didn’t really say anything at all</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We did so much but didn’t really do much of anything</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Suppressed into this never-ending circle of “friendship”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Feeling lucky that I had the man of my dreams as my best friend</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lucky to be in your presence </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lucky just to have you </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I knew all about you </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You knew all about me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You dipped into my sea</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And only got deeper and deeper</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But you still found a way to come back for air</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Because the kind of I love I offered left you breathless</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But still we didn’t know much of anything</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I just knew you swayed where ever my rivers flowed</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But you never took the time to take to swim ahead of me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You just wanted to stand still forever</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Standing still just wasn’t in my agenda</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I just wanted you to grow wit me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Over flooded with feelings</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Caring too much </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then forced to act like I just didn’t care</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Feeling like a robot</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But I was only human</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Only so much I can let grow in my heart</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">With out wondering what now?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lucky??????????</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">All unspoken</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But I read between the lines</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">That this would never be</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">No matter how many “I love yous’ came from your mouth</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I needed more then just the words</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I need stability and actions</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Taking a leap of faith on love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">One that you weren’t willing to take</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I just trusted you enough to let you in</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So you came in</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And in the end you just couldn’t stand to be that lucky man</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">In the process of helping me pick up the pieces of a heart shattered</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I must have cut you too</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The same way you cut me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lucky strike I have realized I was giving my love to the wrong guy</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Once again</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Generic being </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Blending in with the rest of the zombies</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Failing short of themselves</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Only to fall into comfort zones</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But if you really knew me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You would know I never get too comfortable</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Because at the end of the day </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Everyone is replaceable</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And having somebody is not a necessity</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It was more of a luxury </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">If you couldn’t quite figure out what love meant to you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then you would never see how worthy I really am</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Seeing eye to eye became irrelevant</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And I was just trying to stay in relevance</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">That I gave it to you on a silver platter</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But you just simply won't let your self love me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So I’m the one who got away</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And that’s fine with me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lucky me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">To realize your confusion was a blessing in disguise</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">By Lina Gonzalez</span></div>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-81512341816738402892011-06-27T17:43:00.000-07:002011-06-27T17:47:46.525-07:00United States of Zombies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaeTzxTlvAga0GFPQf74nOBH751bj-zft6mS4GozoZyTpDy8tCEyIwi5STea0AejafWIuES76Yv8b6ydM1I0cetSa2Il5cvuwFhJ6j7qkuyH5GbtSi-ICja7Kzy6h1YsqxoCNGR_0mxSQ5/s1600/polls_1in_god_we_trust_1510_793193_poll_xlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaeTzxTlvAga0GFPQf74nOBH751bj-zft6mS4GozoZyTpDy8tCEyIwi5STea0AejafWIuES76Yv8b6ydM1I0cetSa2Il5cvuwFhJ6j7qkuyH5GbtSi-ICja7Kzy6h1YsqxoCNGR_0mxSQ5/s320/polls_1in_god_we_trust_1510_793193_poll_xlarge.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
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We wake up every morning to chase dead presidents<br />
Paper chasing bills that read "In god we trust"<br />
These white collard thieves don’t fool me with this fake religion scheme<br />
We swear on a bible to the" To tell the truth. Nothing but the truth "<br />
Ironically a system built on lies<br />
This is what I call a gimmick<br />
The government trying to run us out of our own minds<br />
Our sanity <br />
Brainwashed zombies<br />
Trying to own the only thing we have control over<br />
Our Minds!<br />
And here we go again! <br />
The glory shined on a new black president! <br />
They are just deviating our minds away from was really happening<br />
Distracting us <br />
They say "That we are doing way better because we have finally reached this new level of equality "<br />
I call this the new level of doom<br />
How much worse can this get?<br />
They say there is a war on terrorism.<br />
The only terrorists I see are these politicians<br />
Invading in our privacy<br />
Brainwashing us with media <br />
They even know what every home is watching on TV<br />
Sate lite TV.....................<br />
Can you take a hint?<br />
We are deaf not listening to was really going on<br />
We are blind the truth is right in front of us<br />
Senseless the news feeds us doses of fear <br />
Every fucking day<br />
The morning news!<br />
The news at 12!<br />
The six o clock news!<br />
The then 10 clock news<br />
A dose of negativity right when we wake up <br />
and right before we sleep<br />
I can not take this evil medicine anymore<br />
They sell freedom to young warriors and exchange them with machine guns<br />
We have to buy our way into everything<br />
To kill for peace? <br />
Sent out to hide behind war trenches outlined with a better tomorrow<br />
I’m wishing that your rifles shot bullets of knowledge<br />
instead of looking for weapons of mass destruction<br />
If we really pay attention the war is about money<br />
We live for the dollar bill<br />
They rape us for the dollar <br />
Causing mass destruction on our people <br />
These weapon to end the world<br />
Well the world is slowly ending how much worse can this get ?<br />
The governments only agenda is steal our money<br />
We have become a nation of zombies with no identity<br />
Sex sells on television<br />
And kids go and put what they see on repetition<br />
We complain that the bible is man-made and we question why we should praise it<br />
But go ahead and obsess and idolize over man made materials<br />
Louie ,Fendi, Gucci,<br />
We wont praise Jesus but know the names to ridiculous songs<br />
Cant even remember sacred palms<br />
How hypocritical<br />
All this commotion seems political<br />
The media has the youth under a spell<br />
There is no difference between earth and hell<br />
Guns sex violence and drugs<br />
Kids exchange knowledge for dubbs<br />
Why is it that all the wrong things are appealing? <br />
People have forgotten the power of self healing<br />
America is addicted to pornography<br />
We are the killer of babies<br />
Get our nuts off and abortion is the result<br />
Abortion...........<br />
This nation is suffering <br />
Addicted to pain killers while the pain still kills ya . <br />
We are trying to diminish pain temporarily<br />
And anti depressants are the new fads<br />
the national debt is way beyond us<br />
Survival of the fittest<br />
Working class at the bottom of the food chain getting raped for our last dollars<br />
We are hypnotized by ads to buy buy <br />
They follow you know what you like<br />
and throw it in your face<br />
Debit Cards tracking system..................<br />
Do you get the hint?<br />
And work for the rest of are lives always owing somebody<br />
Gving our lives to these credit card companies<br />
Owe owe owe! And then the devil comes after our souls <br />
Calling us bothering us asking when we will send over money<br />
"How would you like to pay mam, can we sign you up for easy rape.*cough cough * I mean easy pay<br />
Amercia the land of the free or the land of the doomed ?<br />
Like the leading epidemics like child abuse!<br />
What kind of fucked up shyt is that ? <br />
We living in the land where adults get off by fucking children<br />
Seems like Americans would do anything for a nut<br />
Are we in recuperation? Or are we in mental deprivation?<br />
Not everything you see on TV is clear<br />
And materials are not self fulfilling<br />
More people get divorced then get married<br />
People welcome new fads into their lives more then God<br />
People think is bad to love and strive for lives alone <br />
Talk abut incredibly wicked !<br />
We are zombies<br />
Our eyes are dollar signs <br />
We walk in one direction’<br />
Lead by the sick hypnotism of this political nuisance<br />
We are nothing but dollar signs to the govt. <br />
Bar codes<br />
Scan me please out of this catastrophe<br />
A bunch of numbers that just don’t add up <br />
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By Lina GonzalezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-25919208679468775112011-06-27T11:29:00.000-07:002011-06-27T11:29:40.125-07:00You are Appreciated<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">There’s a day that I will never forget</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I sat on her lap gave her a huge hug and kissed her on the cheek</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I asked her if she would always be there for me to save me from all the monsters</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And she responded “No, there aren’t any monsters"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So I tried asking again hoping that she would give me a different answer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And asked</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">“Would you try to take them away?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And she said "Yes"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The monsters I was thinking of were ones that lingered under my bed</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Behind shadows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">In closets</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ghouls and goblins</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Green monsters from TV with eerie voices</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Blood sucking vampires</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And evil spell binding witches</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">As I grew older</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">These Ghouls turned to loneliness</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Goblins into despair</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Scary things from under my bed became betrayal, bipolar disorder, anger management, trust issues and Death.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">If only I could go back to when my mother used to rub my forehead</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Back to the days when she was able to cure my bumps and bruises with band aids</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">If only life were that simple</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">She used to say don’t be in such a hurry to grow up</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Childhood years are short</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I never knew what she meant just knew in the back of my head that I would one day understand</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">She was my first home</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Home is where the heart is</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And my mother was my first kiss</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The transfer of love from her lips to my forehead</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And my mother taught me how to be kind</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Taught me the value friendship</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Also taught me the good old fashion beatings</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was sheltered</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Only because she was trying to protect me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I no longer need protection</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You need it now</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But I promise to take care of you when you get to old age</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">To dry your eyes the same way you did for me when I was younger</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">To give you head rubs when you no longer can walk</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">To give back the same love that you taught me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You see I know nothing last forever</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And one day we will no longer be next to each other in the flesh</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But our mother daughter bond shall live forever </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And when I have my own daughter I will do things a little differently </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But I will always show her how to pray how you taught me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hot to love how u loved me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">How to forgive how u forgave me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And if could take back every wrong thing I ever said about you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I would </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But I can’t </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So I will just make it up</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Because this is unconditional love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And though we aren’t traditional best friends</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">In my mind you are</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Because a best friend does exactly what you do</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And though sometimes you don’t understand what I do</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I know u still have the faith in me that I’m doing it all for the right reasons</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And though I have broken your heart</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Done the all the wrongs things just to get them right</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I’m proud to say you have taught me well</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">For this I am thankful</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">There’s no greater love then a mothers love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How I beg to be that little girl again</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The one who run by her side</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hold her hand to cross the street</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Now I’m too old for that</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">If only I could go back and have my mother tuck me in bed</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">To the moment when she taught me how to pray</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Taught me to believe in higher beings </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">She spoke of God and all the miracles he created</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And I believed every word</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And when I was down you said</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Nadie se a muerto , levantate de ahi que el mundo sique y sique”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And when I ran away you took me back with open arms</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And when I’m down to my last dollar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You give me your last dollar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">If I’m hungry you would give me your last meal</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And if you could take the load off my back</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You would</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So correction </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Because you did show me how to kill off the monsters</span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">You come close </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I get closer </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I lay my head on your chest</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">And listen to the sounds</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">It’s a melody</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">And it’s sick</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"><state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Ill</place></state> to my stomach</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Got my heart on overdrive</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Beating on my chest cavity wanting to rip </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Open through my flesh and into your chest to become one </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I listen closer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I’m addicted</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">The music goes into my ear</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">And travels through my body </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Backpacking its way to my heart<br />
Seeping its way into the cracks</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Attaching it self like a leech</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Now my life is being sucked right out of me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I’m stuck</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">My mind is cluttered</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">There’s is no room to think this through</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">My thoughts are loud </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">They scream your name </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">And hymn your song</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">When I’m awake</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">And when I dream I hear faint sounds in the distant of this “sick love melody”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Only sounds I can hear now are your sick love melody</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">And nobody can tell me anything</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“That you’re bad for me “</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">“That you’re like the rest of them “</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I’m jumping on cloud nines</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Careful to not trip and slip back to reality</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Quite stupidly in love </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">My mind has run out of fuel</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">But my heart keeps bumping pretty sounds</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Of your sick love melody</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I have no room left to think of this consequence</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">The consequence of one day you stopping the song</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I want to hear this sound even if it is a broken record</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I want to hear it over and over like a song they play out on the radio</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">The beat to your sick love melody beats fast then beats slowly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Apparently I’m not your wedding song</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I’m more like the song you keep in your Ipod because it is” classic”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">A “must have”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> You skip me over on your play list </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">You turn me on till the melody drops</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">You turn me on then you turn me off</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Like an option</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I am tired of only being your song</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">You turn me up only when you’re down </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I’m turning you off!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">So I forget about you and your tunes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">And you come back around playing the same old song</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">The harp strings on my heart have worn out</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">And have rusted with time</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">We can’t sing together </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">We can’t play together </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Throw this record player out </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I have gone deaf </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Silence!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I’m SICK of this love melody</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">By Lina Gonzalez Inspired by <a href="http://chroniclesofthelionheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/sick-love-melody.html">Tim Rupnarain</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-31380619039790347812011-06-17T17:57:00.000-07:002011-06-22T07:50:14.128-07:00The Point of Complication<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I am going to love you like no other</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">With everything inside of me </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">The love of a woman runs deep beneath the wishing well</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Your wishes become true</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">But here is the trick</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I'm going to love you until the point of complication</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I will run away with your heart and steal it </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Because the point where it all goes down hill I will not be taking </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">How can I give something my all when its not going to last forever </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Is crazy how they say something don’t last forever </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">But love seems to creep in us still like ghosts</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Haunting the life of me </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Starting up unfinished business </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">People say they are in love when they get those butterflies in their tummy</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I know I’m in love when I start a race</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Yeah that’s right a race</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">A race against you </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Escaping something great</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Running away and never coming back </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">My words leave me so freely</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">But I still have a hold on them</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Careful to give you only part of me</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Conversations become stale because I'm afraid to show myself </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Jokes become constant in order to conceal how nervous I actually feel</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Kisses become rushed in order not to feel the rush that goes through my body </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">In order not to go through a great catastrophe</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Holding hands with loose grips</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">The electricity shatters my skin travels</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Into my heart</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Your</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> electric shock has me zoned</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I can't hold on long enough to let this shock kill my spirit</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">So I run</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I run build walls greater then the one in Berlin</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I run !</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Set boobie traps so you wont find me </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">So maybe that you will trip and fall </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">To the ground and in love with someone else</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I run</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Into an abyss with no location</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">No GPS</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Just a trail of unwanted certainties</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Fuck this your saying all the right things</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Appreciating me all the right ways </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">But I run</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I am afraid of uncertainties</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I like concrete ideas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">The idea of meeting someone taking them home</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"> Doing what I please and kicking them out in the morning </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Because it is certain that they will be gone in the morning </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">You wont know if its going to be disaster</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">You know that’s a risk your not willing to take</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">They say if you went through it the first time</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">And you made it through a heartbreak</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Why is it so hard </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">To do it again?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Because you just wish it wouldn't happen again </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Because you just remember how hard it was the last time </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Not being able to escape </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I don’t ever want to be trapped </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">And baby your love has me caged</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Against four walls </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">In my mind </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">But I'm too proud for this shyt</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Proud to act like I feel</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Proud to act like the sight of you melts me away</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I don’t know how many more hits I can take </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Acting like I just don’t care</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Because pretending not to care hurts just the same </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Because baby I rather see you love someone else</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Leave ours the way it is because it is not yet broken</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">I have reached the point of perfection </span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Whats certain is that</span><br />
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</span></span>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-18849495514428977822011-06-17T15:10:00.000-07:002011-06-22T08:00:12.111-07:00Love vs Trust<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxV1YR7jtyzBMEb3E4e_32FMjiq_4VeW8M9Z2wsfC-HfT5YTFffLinFWpAHjsAWXgsXZZNS9YzF3iC_6SxOXgKLTi7xy5Rdz7GKgqx8tp6WA2E3v9FCsFEupWg3RlLlBozksCaC3N4VIB/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxV1YR7jtyzBMEb3E4e_32FMjiq_4VeW8M9Z2wsfC-HfT5YTFffLinFWpAHjsAWXgsXZZNS9YzF3iC_6SxOXgKLTi7xy5Rdz7GKgqx8tp6WA2E3v9FCsFEupWg3RlLlBozksCaC3N4VIB/s320/love.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Guy: You say we're all no good</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Meanwhile I'm trying to use the words that escape my mouth</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">To erase the mistakes your ex-boyfriend drew onto your long-term memory,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But your eyes seem to be dyslexic when it comes to love</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Cause even when I tell you the truth you distort it to see lies,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">It’s like you built a wall around your heart and melted the keys</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Now I’m on the outside looking in</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Putting my all into your heart and there’s no way of even seeing what’s inside</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Girl: It will take more than words to take down this gallery </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">A gallery created with lies for building blocks</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The museum of the collection of broken hearts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Every painting with ex boyfriends initials at far right corners</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">There is no erasing to what has been drawn with pen</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Pen turned to knives leaving scratches indented into my mind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">No whiteout to cover up what’s underneath</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And in this gallery surrounded by pretty white picket fences</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Turned into haunted mansions of disbelief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Please paint me a pretty picture</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Now tell me can you build me a museum</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hop into my dreams like inception?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And kill off my long term memory?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Erase mistrust with love?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Love lost and no love found</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I extract truths to be lies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Because I have yet to see a man do any good</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">You have fallen in love</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I’m falling in pride</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Guy: They say when a heart breaks it never breaks even</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But I refuse to let any man get the better half of yours,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Look in my eyes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">When you do you’re staring in the face of hurt,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Trust me I’ve been through pain too</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Those same knives that found their way to your mind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Were the same ones placed in my back</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">By women whose unsure hands I was stupid enough to let hold my trust,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Only for them to carelessly let it fall to the ground and shatter into pieces of regret,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But I found your smile and it performed surgery on my hope,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">It slowly healed all my wounds and faded away my scars</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And ever since I’ve been trying to do the same for you,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I’m not asking you to renovate your museum</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I’m just asking for you to open the door,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Let me in so I can see the exhibits of hurt from your point of view,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">There is no erasing to what has been drawn with pen</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But that doesn't mean it’s impossible to rewrite history,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Even the ugliest paintings that haunt your dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Can be turned upside down to change the way you see them,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I want to flood you with my trust and drown your thoughts until I flush out all your misconceptions,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I want the honesty in my voice to run through your veins and slightly clog your arteries</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">So every time your heart beats you feel a part of me,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I just want to find the key to your heart so I can be a part of you,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Girl:I can't deny that my heart stops when your next me </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Drowned in kisses that create music</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Orchestras and symphonies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Every kiss ending with a smile </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Our hearts intertwine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Making snowflakes fall from the sky one by one </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">One for every moment in time</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And eyes closed, body to body I see visions </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Like a movie playing in my mind silhouettes of yesterday ghost trying to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ruin this </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I run </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">devil on my shoulder ordering me to flee</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Bitter sweet to all of this </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Falling in love</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hearts walking on suspension lines</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Please keep me balanced </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Between my dark side and my other dark side</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And if throw myself out the window with this one </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Will u be willing to catch me? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Or maybe fly me with mid fall?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I’m floating on clouds </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But I remove these clouds from under me every time</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Guy :I’ll gladly fall asleep with my arms stretched to catch you if you ever fall in my dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Or maybe just keep them outstretched for you to hold on to,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">There’s 8,736 hours in a year but I’m not asking for all of your time</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Just give me a chance to rewrite your opinions written by years of disappointment</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Just let me guide your mind to a place called trust where everything seems unfamiliar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I’ll leave a trail of bread crumbs just in case your heart becomes lost in what’s new to you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I promise your only regret will be that you had to be hit so many times with hurt to find out how true love feels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Lina Gonzalez and </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/PayneisPoetry"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Mark Payne</span></a>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-8967721729069377462011-05-18T18:45:00.000-07:002011-06-22T08:09:57.306-07:00iPRAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jN0VXYN9wFsmMwj3qnvSn2Zmqb09KRahCNjE7zcjAXmPxOS4jf-f3-aWJHrr9-U_Fz4kbv2okvzs-XiaXL86dGkm727w6TVamFkDfczfbJnXI23dtI83DyeaEnj22wpkm7WfTVlXhF06/s1600/angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jN0VXYN9wFsmMwj3qnvSn2Zmqb09KRahCNjE7zcjAXmPxOS4jf-f3-aWJHrr9-U_Fz4kbv2okvzs-XiaXL86dGkm727w6TVamFkDfczfbJnXI23dtI83DyeaEnj22wpkm7WfTVlXhF06/s1600/angel.jpg" /></a></div>Part 1<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Every night before I lay my head to sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I weep a little</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Sadness marches up to me like a loan shark</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I'm living a life indebted</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: white;">I </span>owe apologies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Thank yous</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Karma</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Dues</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Money</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Love</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">So I pray</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I pray that all my imperfections are forgiven</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I pray that my apologies are heard over the radar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I pray that god hears I am grateful </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">For allowing me to open my eyes to a brand new morning</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I pray because I'm going through hell everyday</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Some that you may never know of because</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">My heart speaks a different language</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">One that my tongue can not interpret</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">This stress weights on my shoulders heavy </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I cant help but to smile daily</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Emotions locked up in a volt </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">So these emotions all lay here</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">While I sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">In my dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">As I write</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">All the time!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">God please take me out of here!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I pray u rest in peace </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">He took u away u rapidly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I pray that those families that hurt for you godmother</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Have sunshinesin the morning </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I pray that you forgive me because I don't believe in religion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I don't step foot into churches</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I have no faith in an organization that money launders</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I pray</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I pray that my family is kept</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">That my mother will stop tearing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I pray that my bills are paid</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I pray that this world wasn't so crazy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But it is</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">So i pray</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I do not mean to preach</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">After I leave my body on this earth all I have left is my faith </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I pray that every time I'm having conversations with the devil </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">That god drops the call</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fades the signal </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Blows up the phone </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But the devil is always on call waiting to suck me dry of faith</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">So I pray</span><br />
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Part 2<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Every night before I lay my head to sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I weep a little</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> I know we won't be living forever</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We must all die</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I hope my souls go not to heaven</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I hope it roams the earth like a guardian angel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Gods helper</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Blessed with a halo made from stars</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Harps making music of peace</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I want to live inside your dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Plant ideas in you imagination</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I want to create inception</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wan to be a euphoric angel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Make you feel high when you have arrived at rock bottom</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Bring bright lights to the dim spirited</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The angel that shines a little faith when your feeling faithless</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The one that sprinkles hope when your hopeless</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The one to remove the shackles off your chained mind </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The angel that "accidentally" drops your glasses of alcholic beverages when you want to binge drink</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The guardian angles fading out the devils calling</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I just want to be an angel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">For this I pray</span>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-52154327526702802702011-05-16T17:40:00.000-07:002011-06-22T08:12:07.773-07:00Following the Signs <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> I have always said that God has a plan for us but we have to pay attention to the signs that he puts in front of us. Sometimes we miss the signs and other times the signs come just at the right moment .The universe has completely smacked me in the face with a calling, and I’m so glad it has happened. The calling: finally figuring out the purpose of my life. Some are blessed to know what they would like to be as early as childhood. I remember back in elementary school the teachers would always ask me where I see my self in ten years. I never knew the answer to this question. And as I got older the question became more and more confusing. And as I reached adulthood I was completely lost with out a clue in what path to take. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Growing up I would write in a diary which I kept to my self. I was not very often that I would let anyone read. I started writing when I was 16 and from there I just never stopped. My style of writing has changed over the years due to growth and maturity. It went from free writing to poetry. Up until recently I have found a new form of self expression, spoken word. I have been doing performing open mics and events on a weekly basis in hopes to perfect my skill and to keep learning. I have met some amazing poets and the community is so welcoming and warm. I have decided to take this route with my life because I rather take a route that my heart is in rather then wonder “what if“? I have realized there is more to life then working a nine to five and just making money to support myself. I see the beauty in the simple things and life without self expression is pointless. I love to inspire other people to write because I know the amazing high it creates .As I get deeper and deeper into this world, I’m loving poetry /spoken word more and more each day. Some people have said to me that they never saw me as the “writing type”. My answer to that is that I kept it hidden from the world because it was very personal to me. My poetry is based on real life personal experiences and my views on the issues of the environment around me inspiration and anything that I feel the need to express my self on. This is a transitional time in my life; things are coming to change for the better and are falling into place. My priorities are straight and my motto is “Business before pleasure”. My vision is becoming clearer by the weeks, inspiration has become contagious. In a recent open mic I bumped into a very talented man, a veteran in the world of spoken word, the 2001 slam champion at the “Nuyoricans Post Café” by the name of Ainsley Burrows. He gave me the best advice. “When I first started there where poets who were better then me but eventually they stopped doing the open mics, I’ve learned that is all about how you dedicate yourself”‘. Everything in life comes with hard work and motivation so I’m willing to give my all to my passion. I’m intrigued by many spoken word artists who are activist who really want to make a difference in the community. Because I as well would love to make change weather it is big more small. Some of the changes I’m interested in are promoting poetry to children. The children are our future and they deserve to have the utmost exposure to creative art.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> A very close person to me pushed me to come out of my shell. Although I was very stubborn at first he altered my life. I was blessed to cross paths with this individual because that push was necessary. I must say that I would have never taken my writing seriously or even got up on stage if it wasn’t for him I am forever grateful and thankful for this. After that sign more signs kept coming my way indicating to take this direction. I remember randomly picking up a book and I opened it and the book was about a group of high school kids who there teacher had them do open mics every Friday during class. This was I interesting because that book had been laying around in my house for years now and I had picked it up to read it just in time .I must say that after reading this book I was debating weather taking up spoken word or not . Another sign was when I was taking a walk in Central park. And some one had chalked into the ground “Become your dream” This was the last and final sign before I went up on stage. Being on stage has opened up new doors for me and created new opportunities. Like they say one door opens new doors. This is only the beginning of the journey .I’m looking forward and I’m excited to see what’s in store for me .To be continued..................</span>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-66012739831489454552011-05-10T20:20:00.000-07:002011-06-22T08:57:42.033-07:00Black Roses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzwJHvKEfNxRgNgihy33RxPzLzgY3IodWeaQUlCGn4wo2Qv99KpUNCCrtaVGlFL11xInfwIs2TpoiSg7xLsOX1pdT-XKh6LKjMqUYbiEN2C8_gE_o0jJoRvxdQ7kK4bfb_EQ9QqtWDiQT/s1600/goeth-black-roses1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzwJHvKEfNxRgNgihy33RxPzLzgY3IodWeaQUlCGn4wo2Qv99KpUNCCrtaVGlFL11xInfwIs2TpoiSg7xLsOX1pdT-XKh6LKjMqUYbiEN2C8_gE_o0jJoRvxdQ7kK4bfb_EQ9QqtWDiQT/s320/goeth-black-roses1.jpg" width="320px" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">There are no answers in the mirror</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Because the mirror can not reflect whats been inflicted in our hearts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Cupid upgraded and got rid of his arrows</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">instead hes shooting at us with guns</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Bullet holes on our chest being sewed up by doves with yarns of peace</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Doves who know we are broken from the start</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Like a black rose</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But we are survivors</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We just don't survive the day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We also make it through the night </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And blessed are us black roses to be born so differently</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Blessed are those woman who have been struck with tragedy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">For we have risen stronger off the ground then we were yesterday</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">While men have picked us up and thrown us back to the ground</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The wind has swept dirt on us </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But we grow a little taller towards the sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And our petals reach out to the skies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And we have lived nightmares</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But we have also lived dreams </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And in a field of pretty colorful bright flowers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">You cant avoid us</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We attract like magnets</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">like force</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">While pretty flowers receive massive amounts of light</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Us black roses find light within ourselves to grow</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And fools are the men who think they have us fooled us</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Because we are the flowers that are everlasting</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Our wombs designed to bear kings and queens</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">because we just weren't the same as all the other flowers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The bright flowers wither</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But the black roses live forever</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The flower that nearly crashes and always builds itself even stronger the then the last</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">With petals and stems that reach the sky every time a little higher</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">With out the drop there wouldn't be the stretching out to the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Us black roses were built that way</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But men please do not attempt to whisper sweet nothings in our ears</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Our composition is much too deep, complex and intricate for simple minded men </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Who think with their simpler minds ... If you know what I mean</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We are the right equation in search of the answers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But look in to the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The name of every black rose is written like a star keeping the night sky lit</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And constellations are images of black roses designing new love </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We are the north stars that guide men </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">A beautiful flower that grows with out help</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We make our own rain </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Our thorns are prickly because we have grown resistance to this game</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">So with every adversary are thrones grow sharper </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And our placentas are filled with holy water </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Are children are blessed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And we shall not wait for men to put us on pedestals</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We will build are own pedestals</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Too high for the average man to reach</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We are beyond measure</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The perfect height for the right man who has the right amount off man power to want to jump that high</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">To the man that reaches us you are now kings </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And to the man who finds a black rose</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Just know that we are equilivalent to four leaf clovers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We fall asleep with teary eyes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Only to awake with bigger smiles to start new days</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">So the next time you cross a black rose just remember that God planted our seeds with his own two hands</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And instead of using seeds he used diamonds </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">-Lina Gonzalez (She is Poetry)</span>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-79407719401620623772011-04-26T11:39:00.000-07:002011-06-22T09:23:04.610-07:00Follow your Dreams and Never Look Back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgEgSNqterc6rOeLf52M-Xd171UsVlPFDv2l487XifoA7PTYfypHkfejH47SXX0II_M82o410gtPs-4usTxtWMtUUHQ46w9iz0mrqrOS7-r1UxG9MeaA2zhzzMRbjHAgdeakrsrS40UjE/s1600/copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgEgSNqterc6rOeLf52M-Xd171UsVlPFDv2l487XifoA7PTYfypHkfejH47SXX0II_M82o410gtPs-4usTxtWMtUUHQ46w9iz0mrqrOS7-r1UxG9MeaA2zhzzMRbjHAgdeakrsrS40UjE/s1600/copy.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>A giant wave washed over my life like a tsunami</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I saw my life get sucked into the ocean while the sun shined on the waves</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Reflecting back images like a broken mirror</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Bits and pieces of</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Past present and future</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>The past mirrors back the beginning of the journey</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Me inside my mother’s womb</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Writing poetry on her uterus</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>The past showed 12 year old me taking routine trips to the library</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>The place I used to find peace in</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>The past showed16 year old me writing on diaries</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Keeping secrets from the world</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>The present showed me speaking on this very stage</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Liberating my heart like therapy</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Present day me standing 56’ of the ground</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>So now</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I take a step forward now </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I know where I’m going now </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I’ve reached the point of no return</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>There is no way I can stop here now</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>There’s no way I can backtrack</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I don’t know how I’m getting there</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I just know that I’m headed there</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I’ll get there by foot </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I’ll get there by flight</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I’ll get there by car</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I’ll do it NYC style</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Hop on the iron horse</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>All that matters is that I’m getting there</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>But clearly I’m walking</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I’m walking slowly</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Captivated by this experience</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I do not care about how long it will take</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>All that matters is this journey there</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I’m looking back and I see my footprints on the sand</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I’m straight out the water </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Like a baptism</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Is time for me to start living</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Walking on cement</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I look around at the signs</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I look down and someone has a left a message for me, on black asphalt</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Chalked into the ground it read</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>“Become your dream”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>This is an epiphany</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>But my feet are moving a little faster now</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>So every step I take is a step closer</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>A step closer to the calling</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I been waiting for this for so long on which direction to take</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I Stumble </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I get back up</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Write a lil</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I catch myself I am at war with my doubts</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Pen as my weapon and paper as my shield</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>There is no way I’m going out like that</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I write step stumble</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Breathe.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Live. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>The journey of following my dreams</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>When I’m up on this stage</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> I’m looking for two things:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>To pave the way of a broken dreamer</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I want someone out there who can relate</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Because my heart is enclosed on this page</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I come here to deliver a message </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Follow the crafts that you see fit for you</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>So how bad do I want it?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I want this as bad as helpless romantics want love</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I want this as bad as fiend crave their fix</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I want it as bad as we want the cure for cancer</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>This has to be right</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Because I write to right my wrongs</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>And the pen accompanies me while loneliness tries and consumes me</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>My heavy thoughts fall unto thin pieces of paper</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>When I’m on this stage my walking has become a flight</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I feel like I’m flying</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>The future</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>A distorted image of me standing there alone</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Up and close with a microphone</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Still reading from pages encrypted with the secret code to my soul</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Unlocking me like therapy</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>An image of me making music with words</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Of you dipping in and you looking though archives of my soul</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I see you pulling something out</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>I see you relating</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>To my book</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>My peace</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>By Lina Gonzalez</span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Andalus;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Andalus; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“You</span><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> got a lot of living to do before you die</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And you ain't got time to waste”</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">This a rap song about a man who was shot nine times</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and flaunts being a gangsta as if it was his career choice.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">A lot of gangstas die where they came from</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">In the streets!!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">So every time you tell me to let you live</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I’m going to</span><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">assume that your definition of living</span><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> Is </span><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">you killing your dreams one brain cell at a time</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You rummage through the rubble like a fiend</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">For a couple dollars to get your fix</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You have burned down this house </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Every time you light a spliff</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">When I look at your writings on <place w:st="on">Brooklyn</place> brick walls</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I hear frequencies from the radio playing a depressing song</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You’re painting a picture of insecurities</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Marking your territory</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">‘5o”was here. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You change your self and try to fit in</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I guess you’re trying to win</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">But I see the sadness behind your rebellion</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And you lose</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sagging your pants and becoming a an identical zombie</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Dipped in polo like the rest of them</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">No job where is this money coming from</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Listening to Wiz as he drowns out intelligence with marijuana smoke</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You take steps of a giant in the wrong direction</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You have exchanged books for the hood</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">No knowledge</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">This is the war between jail and college</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You don’t like jail bars</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">But your jail bound</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You tear the heart away of the woman who loved u from day one in the womb</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Do you think you’re a man?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">When you push your mother out the way</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And shove yourself to the streets</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Where did your heart go?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I really don’t know when your innocence turned into stone</span></span></span><br />
<div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I’m tired of seeing cold metal cuffs hugged up tightly to your wrists</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Sadly you’re adding to the list</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> Of minorities failing victims to these ghetto streets</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Every Fb status I see is followed by</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Free my boy…..”</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Please that is what I want to see!</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Young brother</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I want you to free your self</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">From these chains </span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I want you to free yourself of the mold</span><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">they put on Hispanic young men</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I’m tired of putting on the news and hearing News reporters say</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“A young Hispanic young man allegedly accused of illegal guns., rape robbery etc…</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">This list can go on </span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I’m tired of police asking “Was he black was he Hispanic”? </span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Free your selves’ young brothers</span></span></span><br />
<div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Free yourself from peer pressure</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Free yourself from these restrains that keep holding you back</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Free your mind with knowledge</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Ignorance is not bliss</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Our fathers did not leave third world countries</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">To raise criminals</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">They came here for a better life</span></span></span></div><div style="tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Our people is better than that </span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And we are so tired of getting that call</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Please pick up your son from the 75th precinct</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">There’s a hole in the cemetery with your name on it</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sadly we are just waiting when to put you in it</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Because you’re just a couple heartbeats away from death</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You say” let me live”</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">But you’re barely living</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Half asleep half alive</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Walking zombie</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Because little brother your chasing your demons</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Right to the grave</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">What’s become of your sanity?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">You exchange reality for drugs</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">When will you stop using mathematical knowledge for drug transactions?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">When will my little brother come back?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Because sometimes when the phone rings</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Chills creep on me</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And I fear when I pick it up</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">That the voice at the other end of the line </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Says “ Mam your little brothers dead”</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And I said it once and ill say it again</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “You got a lot of living to do before u die, and you aint got time to waste”</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: ''sans-serif''; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> By Lina Gonzalez</span></span></span><br />
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</div></span></div>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-19926670657255993382011-04-14T18:43:00.000-07:002011-06-22T10:38:54.666-07:00My First Poetry Slam<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6TMTxw9aUicdUcGLGxkOT_mskMrTRy6Pe_RgMMZmIiZYLfclQ4bpFXqEEXfIcolkUVo7wGQXDofiJXCAYLhc_gYTmLiNpm-wLNATIMIP7uo07o78pHQlR7iSebCxzdH7K75DD5EMp_5s/s1600/slam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6TMTxw9aUicdUcGLGxkOT_mskMrTRy6Pe_RgMMZmIiZYLfclQ4bpFXqEEXfIcolkUVo7wGQXDofiJXCAYLhc_gYTmLiNpm-wLNATIMIP7uo07o78pHQlR7iSebCxzdH7K75DD5EMp_5s/s1600/slam.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: x-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I finally had the guts to get up on stage and recite one of my pieces at the Nuyorican Poets café right here in NYC.I went to sign up for a poetry slam which is a competition amongst poets/spoken word artist. It was by far the most amazing feeling in the world. I will admit it was very nerve-racking I was worried that maybe the audience wouldn’t like my poem or maybe I would choke and mess it up or be nervous to read and freeze up there. All these doubts ran though my head. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I heard the host call my name up to come to the stage all these doubts instantly disappeared. I felt like it was my calling and my moment to show the world what I was about. I went up to the mic and confessed to the audience that it was my first time doing a poetry slam. I got very comfortable within an instinct. Nobody existed but me and that mic and GOD of course. I blacked out into this zone that is just explainable. I’m not sure what to call this zone but it is a place that is addicting and therapeutic all at the very same time <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>. My words were really flowing out from my heart and I felt it in the crowd that they were feeling me .By the end of my poem my confidence grew as well. I felt so happy getting off stage hearing everybody’s huge round of applause. Once I was done with my poem I walked back to my table of supporters. As I was walking back I was receiving love, respect and handshakes from experienced spoken word artist and telling me it I did a great job. Someone in the crowd yelled “That shyt was dope!!” lol those words were very encouraging. I even received a high score from a tough judge. When the host went back up to introduce the next poet after me he quoted one of my lines as well. I felt like I had been accepted in their world and their inspiring words and comments were a blessings to my ears .This experience was amazing. After doing it for the first time I must to do it again. Now I will grind harder with my writing and maybe win this competition with enough practice that is. I learned a little more from the experience on what not to do and what to do and I will be definitely be changing weaknesses into strengths. I am very happy with this moment in my life but I know it doesn’t stop their this still a journey I must continue in order to achieve greatness. This is only the beginning.</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<div style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: x-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">This blog is dedicated to poets/ writers or anyone out there that is hiding their talents. You only live once and we all have a purpose. Take steps into following your dreams whether it is big steps or little steps just always moves. Don’t let your talents go to waste. I know there are a lot of talented people put here in this world. God made us all different and planted seeds of creativity in us for a reason. There is always a calling for you, you just have to listen and pay attention. Share your talent you maybe inspiring someone else to follow in your footsteps or helping someone with your words. “Carve weakness unto the bottom of your foot and step on it with every step forward-Lina</span></div>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-79143297534016066802011-04-09T15:53:00.000-07:002011-04-09T15:53:03.209-07:00Response to JoyRide by Ariel Lopez Soilder/Poet<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">She was my mustang and we were surpassing the speed limit</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">They said to quit but I was feeling better than deep hits</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ef the joint she was my joint looking back at the bitches I passed</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">We were moving too fast</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And somehow while we were dipping I couldn’t take the hint to grasp the brakes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">So we ended up crashing and I spent months asking</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Why couldn’t I lower down the speakers that were blasting</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I couldn’t hear the voices telling me she is deadly </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I’m readily steadily checking everyone of my "whips" engine's melody...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cuz not every car is faithful </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">So you gotta know the bolts and nuts of a bitch cuz crashing is painful.. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">She let me down</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No better yet it’s the other way around.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I should’ve never rushed to try out the new clutch</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">When speakers blasting that my stubbornness overlapping.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I was so fuking blind with love of this ride I could’ve been napping.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">On lovers lane we failed each other </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Sad to say that I was ready to spend more time feeling her dash then spending time with my mother..</span></div><br />
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-Ariel LopezShe Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-14896826446214122952011-04-09T13:08:00.000-07:002011-06-22T11:26:51.689-07:00Joyride<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Here we are</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Two roads in front of me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The road to love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Or the road to change</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I left my mind behind in the middle on the intersection</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I revved up the engine</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Pumped the gas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">and took my heart on a joyride</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Pumped up the music and let the beats accompany me on the journey</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Easy going at first </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Test drive was smooth</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Later on down the drive I found myself on a high speed chase towards hell swerving through lanes after you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">From a far you glowed as bright as an angel</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I drove closer my eyes widened as I found out you was the devil in disguise</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Glowing redder then my blood shot eyes </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I lost control of this car along time ago</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I just kept driving despite the fact that it was breaking down</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The car was fueled with gas and the meter was on E</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">All out of love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">and the key to start to it up was a simple little lie</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">But I was done lying!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and ended up in a dead end not even the devil was anywhere <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o be found </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I was all alone trying to figure out</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">How to start a car up with no gas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I needed to go back</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">But how could of if I had no fuel no love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">So I’m walking </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I’m taking the heavenly road step by step</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Going backwards on this love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Walking backwards to recover my mind my thoughts</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Watching hearts race into the opposite direction to that dead end</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I shake my head because I know what will happen when they get there</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Lovers’ lane aint what’s cracked up to be</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The ride there was nothing but frenzy</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Bumpy roads speed bumps</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Sign of detours</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">But no I was addicted to lover’s lane </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Not even the weather could stop me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I kept driving </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">So blind didn't even see the road of ahead of me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">But im glad I left my mind behind because I would I lost my mind too</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I get to the intersection and walk path less taken</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And as I continue to walk</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I have developed some wings</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And now I fly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I pick the road that was intended for me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Because sometimes god</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Sends you down these paths you think you need</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">To show you what you really don’t need</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: xx-small; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">To my blind lovers … Drive safely</span></div>She Is Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688779590554535710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954603254966961340.post-13869794539922866052011-04-07T18:33:00.000-07:002011-04-07T18:33:27.592-07:00Mr.Untouchable<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AkC9_YrpCb0_gXUpI8zcQKeb7Oq4DRTxyKVwhE86tJlntAwe1R51-FuVv4VS-eUWn_9WfmM4SyrVICMjJOIHMsZxH8-uqUDrbCSLzpK32XFI2m_61qtWl5XT-YrW0WZWxUhg2fMX6qny/s1600/lust.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AkC9_YrpCb0_gXUpI8zcQKeb7Oq4DRTxyKVwhE86tJlntAwe1R51-FuVv4VS-eUWn_9WfmM4SyrVICMjJOIHMsZxH8-uqUDrbCSLzpK32XFI2m_61qtWl5XT-YrW0WZWxUhg2fMX6qny/s320/lust.gif" width="320" /></a> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Our flows collide and intertwine in the mix</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Conversation so sick </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">We are like two puzzle pieces </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Fitting in perfectly</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">All the perfection and qualities</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">You run through my mind constantly </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">With “coulda shuda wudas “</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Could it be that you are Mr. Right?</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">So why does it feel so wrong?</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>feel like I’m perfect for you</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Could it be that maybe we are perfect for this sin</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Because you have me feeling like Eve</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I yearn for a bite from that apple in the tree</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">But Mr. Untouchable you can’t be touched</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">It said it all in your name</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And the irony is</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">That our bond is so tight</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Connection so deep </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Vibes so strong we don’t even have to speak </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I love it when you talk to me through your eyes Mr. untouchable </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And I wonder why temptation feels so right</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Addicted to all the wrong things</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Like Kanye said</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">“Why</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> everything that's supposed to bad make me feel so good?<br />
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would<br />
Man I tried to stop man I tried the best I could”</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">But I couldn’t </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">I just had to have you </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Even if it was behind the scenes</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Because you make me feel </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">good in our sinful little ways </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Growing closer while we sleep with the enemies</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Temptation</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Lust </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Lies and deception</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Chemistry cooking up a nice little recipe’</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Perfect recipe for heartbreak warfare</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Craving for you to pull my hair </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Hot steamy lust affair</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Bite my lips </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">and grab me tight</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Feel our bodies fall into sync</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Kiss me so passionate </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Hold my hand and squeeze me right</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">or ill climb on top and ride the waves </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Feel my moves and rhythm </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Make your body reach that peak </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The combination feels right when you are next to me</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And the world turns and turns </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And the bond grows and grows</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Surprises from all different angles</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">and the story goes and unfolds</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">lust turned to love</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Andalus; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">you still remain Mr. Untouchable…..</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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