Where water turns into miniature sound poodles

where hummingbirds sing

music to my ears

flowers are yet to bloom

I’m patiently waiting

I’m living love through stories that have yet to begin

soft streams of clear, untouched water

begging to feel touch once again.

your jeans were a masterpiece

your laugh was one of a kind

you have a violent mind, but your voice is like velvet

I catch your eye…you’re smiling at me

the world is frozen.. except for the breeze

and here we are together, simply for the better

and here we stay, togetherness

you’re my lilac, and I am the blossom.

Where the lilac blooms…

Why do I joke so often?

When you grow up you never divulge in the catalyst of your own self-contained world

The world is always simply self-contained

Self-indulgent

Your own world is

But aiming toward others is a human attribute is it not?

Maybe when the world was different

we were among the individuals in society who would rebel

Kill

Eat

T A L K

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But I know nothing of those days according to the elders

I was never there

No matter how many Movies I watched

Songs I listened to

My studies

The books

1984

It could never have been enough

Not for you at least

I miss it nonetheless

I miss talky neon lightly lights, glowing cars, and David Hasselhoff

How can I?

I just do

I am very sure back in these days I could joke

I could liberate

I could indulge and I could talk.

I don’t feel like I could do that anymore

Not for her, not for me

Not for anyone.

I could try for a while, but that is only a while

I wish I could grow up older

Back when I could talk

Back when the countries would never hate me

Back when comedy was quintessential

“Here in my car, I feel safest of all” – Gary Neuman – “Cars” 

One more month,

  I can fix it 

Push it till next week 

   Ameture hour

I don’t have time today 

  Summertime 

Trying to work on a car that is slightly older than you can look like a hill,

but achieving the main goal to drive it, will be a sweet reward.

It’s going to take a lot of work, with time and patience this masterpiece will be a great accomplishment.

Knowing that you put your time and effort into a goal bigger than yourself will have a big payoff. 

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To me this is nothing new

Another black man killed on the news

I try to stay positive but still sing the blues

How can I stay lifted when they keep tearing me down?

How can I let my voice be heard without making a sound?

I wonder if I’m next or if I’m just another number

Because I sit here thinking about all the black live lost this summer

I’m only seventeen just trying to survive

I want to be like my idols, you know the ones still alive

The ones who had wives, families, jobs, ambitions

Why do I feel like no one is listening?

I just want to live my life and have fun

And not think that every officer thinks I have a gun

But how can I be fed up and tired

When all the other kids want more to be desired

You know what I’ll be the change, the positive motion

And embrace my color, my hair, and cocoa butter lotion

Because for me it was when I was eleven

Still in middle school just tryna’ get even

Then I heard a name on the tv that night

Another boy, the same age as me, his name was Tamir Rice

I was confused at the time not really understanding, you see

That a kid could get shot who looked just like me

Don’t worry y’all, don’t sweat it, we’ll get there

Because we stand for equality it’s only fair

So, when you say that this poem is for us

The world needs more love, more acceptance, and more trust

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What is a king without his queen?

She is the epitome of my being

Beauty skin deep

She will knock you off your feet

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