January 2010
13 posts
A Dream Not Deferred
Someone asked me the other day, “Can I make my dreams reality?” The answer is Yes! So, how can you make your dreams a reality? The answer is simple and cliche; Just do it! If you really want something, make it happen; no matter how small or how large your dream is. If you think cant make it happen you’re being lazy. You gotta go out and seize the opportunities when you can. Stop...
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
– Ernest Hemingway
Love
Love Not the love I already have for family and friends I mean the love that only 2 people share without a care The kind of love you get from just one stare or glare The love I still have I guess I have But don’t receive I’m talking about the love you just can’t believe The love you don’t only hear The love you can see, feel, and taste The love you hate to leave for a second Loves...
Im an inglorious bastard with passion Recession...
Gates of Golden Flower Child’s Inside a Park...
My Native Tongue/Are We Free (A Message To The...
I DON’T SPEAK MY NATIVE TONGUE THOUGH I WEAR MY NATIVE SKIN IM PROUD OF MY CULTURE WHEN IM REALLY IN BETWEEN
FILIPINO-AMERICAN IS WHAT STANDS BEFORE YOU
TO AMERICANS IM FILIPINO BASED ON A SENSELESS CENSUS AMERICANO THRU THE EYES OF MY NATIVE FILIPINO BROTHERS & SISTERS BECAUSE I CANT SPEAK THE DIALECT YET I STAND STRONG LIKE A CARABAO BREAKING DOWN THE INRTAMUROS STONE WALLS THAT...
“My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and...”
– Ernest Hemingway
I Write Poetry
I WRITE POETRY BECAUSE IT SOOTHES THE SUPPRESSED THOUGHTS THAT TRY TO BREAK FREE FROM PANDORA’S BOX WORDS AND METAPHORS THAT PLAY OFF OF MY TONGUE LIKE THE NAME OF MY FIRST LOVE BEFORE MY HEART WAS BROKEN I WRITE POETRY BECAUSE IT PICKED UP THE PIECES YOU LEFT BEHIND AND NOW IT’S ONLY TIME BEFORE MY POETRY CHOMPS THE NEGATIVE IN HALF TO MAKE A POSITIVE VERBS AND NOUNS CLASH LIKE THE GREATEST...
The Pen
The sword has slayed Dragons
Though the pen was there fantasizing the fables
The rifle has won wars
The pen has signed peace treaties and declarations stating independence
The rockets red glare the bombs bursting in air
Without a pen Francis Scott Key’s poem on Superbowl Sunday you would never hear
The arms send a fearful message
The pen scribes the message
The pen creates the...
A feel good horizon
I see a feel good horizon
Music thats timeless
Plus signs
Minus signs we out with
Conquering hate with love
Passion my outfit
Can’t stand the noise im out quick
Minds I uplift
“By any means necessary”
Your words I bit
Powerful I Admit
Haiku’s and Couplets jump around like acrobatics
The all CAPITOL LETTERS MAKE IT DRAMATIC
And
When its pen’s not pen
The...
Poems on a 2 way street
Can my poem meet your poem
Can my I wanna get to know you poem meet your I wonder when he’s going to ask me out poem
Can my poem be the best poem your poem ever recited
Can my poem be the sunny day your poem spoke about during stormy weather
Can my fuck her poem meet your fuck him poem so we can say fuck you together
Can my poem write your poem haikus
While your poem has a cadence to always...