tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86479491145367814322024-10-24T11:57:38.909-04:00This is a collection of my creative work, containing the body of poetry, songs, rhymes, quotes, and philosophical musings that span my decade as a writer. Some of it is admittedly terrible, some cheesy, and some quite good, but it is all art, and there is meaning in it all. Be sure to read the posts "Finally, a Search" and "Caveat" for context. <br><p><b><u> Note: This sentence will disappear when I'm done transcribing all my (*TEN YEARS'* worth of!) previous work!</b></u><b>ThereHasToBeaWay</b>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01791879745798873408noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647949114536781432.post-3862227698757236852008-02-02T16:53:00.000-05:002008-02-02T16:55:13.814-05:00

Man...what do you do when you feel lonely? Do you check your facebook? Or do you try to erase your face and then look? Do you have a space that you can call just your own, Or is it the MY way or the highway when you try to hook up A live date with just you and a book When you try to spend your loneliness the right way Only to end up spending it all on happy endings at the mall With full service

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So many things... So many things I know not about her Of things that inspire or make her wonder Things that come together to picture a person completely Her dreams, her Emotional seams Devotional scene Or The ocean she sees So easily. So many things I will one day understand Where, in the meantime, anticipation stands; You know, patience demands That I take all of it in as a delicate sand And

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I got this beat and don't know what to do with it Where to begin Or how to soothe the view within Pain in my chest But no physical symptoms No Conditions I can think of So there's no medicine for this one Just a bag of tricks my mind is playing on my feelins Yes, it's related to a woman Wish I could forget the disappointment Of the moment When I first realized our motion wasn't workin Or the

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How I Feel is confused By her interest And then huge Disinterest Like a rush of sugar And then citrus Cuz yo How you go from brown To green To loud To serene And back to shoutin peace When you love war Seems like you don't know what you want more Am I the right soundtrack or the wrong score? If you can answer any of my many questions Please... I just want a straight message

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Nothing like writing to live jazz, Dining to the pizazz of a cold, foreign beer; Beautiful smiles abound, People, warm to the touch, Enjoying a swarm of conversation and such. A breath of fresh air; a feeling of debonair lingers in it, Where you measure success by how often you wince in delight; A tweak of your brow, a glance at the crowd, Immersed in the sounds of earthly delight. That feel of a

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I suppose I just feel like writing. You know, as a poet, I always feel compelled to rhyme, to sell my mind on paper. But I suppose that sometimes, it's best to forsake my talent, to take in the entirety of what my mind has to offer, beyond the metric rhythms floating in this magnet of thought patterns I call my brain. Mostly, I'd like to arrange a way to not think...well, not not think, just

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Why this bane?Why this chronic malady?What have I slain; what great injustice have I arrangedTo deserve this melancholic property,That leaves me with no place to shine but in this marauded prosody?When did I become so sullen?So suddenly, so fallen?So utterly sodden with tears;When did my quixotic years give way to this nightmare,This hopelessly downhearted and constant fight against this cruelest

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Just days ago wore my heart on my sleeve/not the hardest thing ever but still took honesty/cuz I humbled myself to this girl named lissette/you know i let the feelings get advanced accelerated mistake number one made from the start/idealized her but realized worth is earned not given free like natural water/friendship is a beam of light but the breeze of time is in the end responsible not forcing

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Humans are like antennas picking up channels/tuning into stations full or empty but no perfect reception white noise turns up missing programs close up/throw up precipitation in the form of disillusioned irritation/but people need to realize/whether it's the first or the last ten/don't idealize/the fact is some channels just won't show up/don't give up the ghost don't stop showing love/there's an

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I make my home out of rocks and boulders so I can adapt me genes to the rough surface of the earth/texture not always round or always curved/sometimes the tangent lines to my mind not perpendicular to my height/time flows in irregular patterns/just checked the warped box in the ice/the rhyme's losing flavor/no longer nice/somebody add soy sauce to the rice...

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Haven't you ever felt like you were drifting in the sands of time/like your life is a distant series of chimes/piano keys pressed to the rhythm of the melody the hear makes when it beats/pattern scattered like the echoes in your mind when the next ghost rhymes/sublime metaphoric twisted contortions when your face exists on the side of some mountain/and you listen to the whispers of the crickets

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I know this girl named lissette with a smile sweet like the honey honey pouring down from partitions in the sky/I pick words nice to describe her worth/finesse like gems/excavated from the mine of sugarcane/a plain simple girl with just enough delight to tame/my complicated world and life/original colombian I'm glad we're friends/the clouds are written over with what flows from my pen/inspiration

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Cuantas noches haz pasado llorando a dios?Cuantas lagrimas haz botado orándole a dios?El océano de Tiempo se lleno de tu tristezaY las olas de tu conciencia sonaron como trompetas...La canción de tu corazón rompidoFrio, encarcelado sin amigoCon solo el señor como testigoDe todos los ríos que tuviste que cruzarTodas las calles que tuviste que navegar...Todo lo que sacrificaste para darmeUn cariño

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Mami quiero que tuSepas que te amoCon todo mi amorCon todo mi amorQuiero que tuSepas que te amo amo amoCon todo mi amorSi las estrellas celestial fueran como la ideas dentro de mi cabeza, illumbrarian todo el mar con tus lagrimas, llo daria mi sol para ver tu flor crecer, ser feliz con tu voz, agua de dios en mi corazon, dolor lla no debe tener puesto en el tuyo ni en el mio, el pasado lla paso y

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Ten days existed between two milleniums/twisted the minutes to match the schematics of your smile/cameras flashing in my mind slash heart/as i recalled the last glances god allowed of your delightful face/I trace my memories over the paper with you as the filament/spaces in my head with lissette as more than 50% composition/let the sweetness of her candied soul mend the affliction of my critical

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Dame tu amorQue te voy a darDe mi pasion si me quieres amarDejame quererte como mas que un amigoSi quieres que siDame una de tu sonrisas

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I'm becoming a man/slowly shapes are changing as I grow/I'm becoming a man/everything's a different color tone/I'm becoming a man/and as I transpire the wire fence I'm becoming a man/no one would have ever thought/I'm becoming a man...Responsibilities becoming just more numerous/while life used to be rough now I'm smoothing it/like a lubricant/making peace with my fellows/meadows flow with water

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Somebody check the intelligent prism/a collision is evident with the pseudo-intellectualism/prisons deep below the planet's surface where a magnet made of molten metal/fragments the mind of these people/demagnetizing master tapes/now we live in blanknesss/magic graphic displays/schematics of dragons floating in space/sketched by mages making blueprints of the haze/there's a science to the art

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I move mountains with my sound and my conscience/have the echoes of my voice disintegrate nonsense/cause friction on the haters' launches/haunting their heads like the aftermath of a ghetto war/battles leave you mentally sore/even physically cuz the shockwaves penetrate the virtual space between us/the screen won't save you/my verbals take you/into an alleyway/rough you up/you wake up in a fable

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Got this game locked down into a crevice of my imagination/asphyxiation of my effect/not possible cuz I make my own oxygen/register the composition/I'm four-fifths of Hip-Hop like nitrogen gas in the atmosphere/blast kats next to it/where the ozone layer O3 forms a hole in the stratosphere/too much radiation for the average MC to handle/rivaled only by the radiance emanating from me/so follow the

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"Life is a breeze...that will carry us aimlessly through the skies of time, unless we hold on to something." -Ao

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"To be overwhelmed is one thing...but no man deserves silence from his well or his spring." -Ao

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"It is better to preserve the virtuousness within your eyes than to sacrifice it for your honor in the eyes of the world." -Ao

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"We often meet the shiniest stars beneath the cloudiest skies..." -Ao

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"A breath of fresh air from another world is often all it takes to make it through a day in this one..." -Ao

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