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The water pump

One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.

While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.

Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:

“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”

To which the boy’s father responded:

I do not feel sad? Do you?

The boy replied:

“No, but we don’t have much money?”

The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:

“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”

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Wild hearts

I don’t want to posses you

I want to guide us to liberty

Like the ax man in the Forrest

I want to chop away

At the concepts manipulating your memory

I can see that this life is an illusion

So I’m manifesting an image

of your thighs

spreading like diffusion

So much chemistry

if it’s meant to be

Our love will last throughout centuries

Passion and lust is who they will blame

When wild hearts like ours

Refuse to be tamed

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Prophecies from the Avenue

Manifestations and revelations

Astro traveling with no destination

Ego’s in search of a self destructive truth

Poets organizing melodies in a booth

Sleeping giants being resurrected

To the call of queens who’ve been disrespected

Werewolves who aren’t afraid of silver

Ghettos prophets without a filter

Everyone alive but no one living

Mercenaries who have forgot their mission

Many asking and only few being chose

Paved soil somehow birthing a rose

Dark clouds that blot out the sun

Free spirits being shunned

That which is seeking is being sought

Those who are teaching are being taught

Saved souls who prefer sinning

The last days are only the beginning

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Memoirs: Solar Energy

Who will love this man?

A question I sometimes ask myself at night while alone listening to music and feeding to  my oral fixation with a cigar I purchased from an Asian restaurant.

Deep thoughts circle in my mind. Some so dark that I immediately pray they never escape my mind. Others so enlightening that I fear ill be crucified if I ever form words to express them.

You see, I’m afraid of myself. My essence and my power make me feel like I’m the Sun; beautiful to look at but too dangerous to get close to.

My clairvoyant persona something I sometimes wish I could hide but like the sun surrounded by clouds its only a matter of time before the light on the other side peaks through again.

As I begin to regain focus my vision clears and I recognized my path, filled lighted and  truth.

Yet some nights I still find myself asking:

“Who will love this man?”

Who will be brave enough to love the man who holds the power to either heal or destroy the world?

HE, he will love Self; for his survival in this dimension rest upon this defining decision.

 

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