Maybe one day, you'll mean something to me. Yonkers, NY. Naughty By Nature.

I Must Be Dreaming

I Must Be Dreaming

I’m dreaming.
These patterns are unknown, yet so familiar.
Your beauty is unparalleled.
Smooth flesh, tempting smile, but your eyes are filled with a color that saddens me.
We drink until our feet find the rhythm.
In prison, we are confined to each other.
A system, we hold hands, so one doesn’t go missing.
We’re living for the moment, mind closed, but our eyes open.
Painting the town, the passion…

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Good Grief, What So Good About It?

Good Grief, What So Good About It?

Wild by nature.
We are forged by fire, and emotions are like ink on paper.
Later; we’ll deal with it, because the burden is too heavy.
He left me, she left me, he loves me, she loved me.
It’s all mental, sadly, it’s all mental.
Removing the weeds, only for more to grow.
“Slow down, kid, or you’ll end up in a hole.”

I’m trying here, and dear, it’s not easy.
I’ve become detached from your hands,…

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It’ll Be Whole Again

It’ll Be Whole Again

The warm taste, and cancer that fills my lungs.
I’m not finished, but done with what the world has to offer.
You don’t know how much you love someone until you lose them, and then, you would do anything to have a second longer in their arms.
Calm; it’s knowing that they would want us happy, instead of holding our heads in our hands.
Our plans must be carried out, because we have…

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Pushing The Envelope

Inside of the envelope, you will find my heart.
It’s still beating, because you’re alive.
We hide what we don’t want you to find, but you will.
And you fill our heads with words of love.
Love; it didn’t work for me, because it was nothing but work, and like most of my jobs, I was worth nothing.

I’m pushing the envelope, because one day you will grow tired of the same images.
Villages, with the…

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The Drink

A toast to our youth, it’s all we have, at this moment.
Our livers open, with no protest, we smile in war.
It’s pitch black, inside, we sit back, and let it take over.
Fear of growing older, because our goals seem so far away.
Sometimes, I wish things would be different; instead of drinking, we could be thinking of new theories, instead of thinking of old series.
Old series, that can only put the…

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Lost, Lost, And All Of The Above.

Lost, Lost, And All Of The Above.

I’m crying, while you hold me.
Was lonely; loathing, everything begins to die.
For my eyes, I’ve seen the mountains fall.
If you needed help, why didn’t you call?

I’ve smoked too much, and too much has happened.
The passion in me, understands that we must collapse, before we attack.
We must be plagued, so that we appreciate the remedy.
She’s letting me release, and I’m pleased; for my tears are…

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The Ocean


That’s what was given to me.
I like my ocean’s mourning, and singing.
What we bring on this ship, with no sail, is what we sink with.
I’ve been wearing these chains as if fashion was the latest.
Maybe, you’re afraid that we’ll rebel, and in time; hell will shelter you, instead of shackle us.
Bending backwards, for a God with no name, but a face, for us to dream about overthrowing.


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You believe in God, because you believe that you are him.
Only a mere image, finished, and felt from within.
When we sin, it’s a pin; pointed all over the map of where we would begin.
Don’t let your ego grow, because the roots are hard to find, let alone, dismantle.
We are a sample of our ancestors, and we try to cancel out the cancer.
It’s a plague that buries me, but I keep fighting for better…

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Time has never been on my side, and yet, I have about 100 years left.
I’ve slept for the majority of these two decades, but during my coma, I’ve dreamt.
Nothing is spent in vain; my pain, it’s worth 10 of your finest men.
For lent, I’ll give you up, because space makes the heart grow fonder; but if I was a betting man, I’d lose, because you’re stronger, and I can’t bare to see your eyes wander.

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My Father, The Hero

My Father, The Hero


I know you won’t read this, and if you do, it won’t matter. For a long time; you’ve been the main reason why I was so bitter towards life. Everything I did; all the mistakes I’ve made, it wasn’t in spite of you, but when I would get you angry, it was a bonus. It wasn’t until the phone call I received from you, last Saturday, that really opened my eyes to everything. In fact; that phone call…

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