My Pen

I pick up my pen and it bleeds • Cause its dying to lay seeds (in the minds and the ear of all that can hear) • My peers might not understand my cry • Wish I’d lay down and die • However, I refuse to go quietly into this night • My words deserve flight and as I fight […]

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Whew…

Sometime I write to express and ingest or just to keep those interested abreast of the thoughts and the things dear to my chest – my heart • My fam, my work, my time, my deeds, these are just some of the things that keep me grounded in my time of need • See I bleed from […]

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Poet•Try

So what is this thing we call poetry? • Is it rhythm and rhyme, beats and verses, slow stimulating intertwining of words with limited cursing? • Inviting minds of all kinds to come together at one place in time, to mingle, to challenge and bind • It’s joining hearts and hands and man and woman, to finally […]

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