A Mind Of My Own

Poems I Have Written:

The Man Up Above

Back in my time things used to be so peaceful
That was two decades ago when my momma praised heavenly tasteful

Now the latest generation contains a lot of clowns
Causes some to mock my intelligence and my options are knocked down

Commanding laws and such when the world is already heading to destruction
Must not know that you can’t save the ones seeking perfection

Don’t get me wrong I am no stranger to the state of art
I embrace the ability to freely express my thoughts

What is life like for these youngsters?

They call it swag and freedom of expression
While I call it the survival of the fittest

This society illustrates the prime essence of being followers
No one wants to lead because they’re too busy keeping trends

Who are you to judge when you contradict your every action?
Acting as if your ruthless conspiracies graces people with compassions

I’ll be damn if I accept less
Don’t wait! Rebel for the best

But where do I start?
Where do I go?

They say the dope life is the illest
But I have yet to see anyone proven the realest

I’m not satisfied with the sky’s limit
I aim to see the universe until it’s finished 

Turn to the light of fate
And dive for a leap of faith

The only things that can destroy you are your ego and pride
Open your eyes because the grass is greener on the other side

Oh, my life is not made to please them
I don’t serve the man underground
I serve the man up above

A Star By The Moon

What is a night without darkness and the moon that shines the earth?
What are skies without the stars that reflect the glowing grass on the dirt?
What am I when I get lost in the middle of nowhere and no one to scope?

How do I survive in an ungrateful world full of ignorance?
I fall through the hard times in life but later I felt rejuvenated with faith and grace

Each time we fall, we stand up stronger
Each time we make a mistake we become wiser
Each time we feel alone just remember whose watching

Angels guard your destruction path when danger approaches
But only you can grant the permission of what can or cannot hurt you

Tired at its defeat but alive in the spirit
In the midst of the clouds a star catches a drift

Least to say it calmed my mind in order to lead me home…

But where is home?

A place with protection, guidance and love

Wandering Graffiti

Art expresses this exhibition of fantasy
A virtual mind that can be alive only when brought to reality

Except there are two realities that exist…

Take a walk along the city of New York, lines marked in boldness
Emphasizing territories or the minds of the coldness
It does not necessarily means darkness but rather brightness

We have the freedom to roam the fields of imagination
We chose this by default to avoid the feelings of temptation

Little do we remember being tempted takes part of your dreams and thoughts…

I curve my lines big and smooth
In all shapes and forms my hands are willing to groove
Symbolic in ways wisdom draws the attention of fools

Is my art bad or is my art good?
But I do know my heart is spoiled

So filled with emotions my mind don’t always trigger the right actions…

If I spill hatred then the wall shall embody the image of evil
But if I pour joy, the wall will display memories we cherish

Graffiti…Graffiti
How much longer are you committed?

Graffiti is permanent but your imagination wanders forever

Lack of Sensitivity

Here go my fellen moment
A bird with a broken wing but stubborn to shorn it

Mutants…something I wish I could be…unique with powers
Like the elements that defines Life: Earth, Fire, Wind and Water 

I reject, I detach and a fatal heartbreaker, I became distant
Rising and stumble but yet, I’m back and never let the devil insist

Take all your hurt and pain and put it aside which makes you emotionless
A cold heart that makes you mean and fearless
And no sense of enlightenment that allows you to be happy and reckless

Nevertheless I am no beggar
As if it was a book, walking with pride and feeling like I was braver

Crushing those with words of heat and vivid with hate
All of a sudden I was someone I only appear as in dreams as so to state

Without a care in the world
It felt like my life has been swirled

An empire from above saw these insensitive feelings
And He said it is time to break your battling

God said I will stop your twin who guides you as someone you are obviously not
…A person without a warm heart

“Open your eyes”

…Now reality sinks in

Saw the skies of blue and the lands of green
I was no longer a bird with broken wings

A Mist of Time

Beginning at stage one I had skeptical opinions
Normal for someone interested in gaining champions
Soon, day after day became a daily reflection
..Of my desires

Live at my best but sadden behind darkness
The light I call peace is slowly turning restless
And still I push towards the sun and greatness
..The life of happiness

Everyday my heart experience rapid outburst
But that is only when I think of his name
Smiles and flashbacks can never be cursed
The outline of his face shapes my dream
..Is that Love?

A real lady inside and out illustrates honesty
A fragile body but an untouchable soul
Pride in my savior and honor for loyalty
..The life of Faith

Cherish your memories
Fight your demons
Love friends and kins
Trust your instincts
..Im still waiting

Stand Out

People talk
Rumors spread
Jealousy sparks
Then that’s when the hate starts

Never mind the older generation
They tend to think differently
Like the old black and white films of coordination
Meaning that citizens relate to one another simultaneously

Nobody does that in this decade
Everything is repeated
Lively hoods and painted like mardi gras parade
Some of those take pride in being conceited

Same hair
Same clothes
Same shoes
Same attitudes

I condone the act of “uniqueness”
The shape and beauty of a Goddess
Shining like diamonds, just too precious
A heart made of gold that reflects your soul

The life of differences that involves so much
But yet people chose to ignore
…the inner beauty that stands out