poetry-from-crew

The Truth

Mon, 25 Jul 2022 20:47:43 +0100

I am Telling You the truth.

I need not lie to you,
Nor do I need,
to be any-other than,
I could,
Or ever was to you.

Being truthful!

I was for you,
And you for me!

I love you,
That I will admit,
How could that be the limit?

When the truth,
Is being told,
I LOVE YOU;
Is the limit of it all.

Strong

Mon, 25 Jul 2022 20:57:05 +0100

This time,
This time,
I am,
The person I want to be!

I am the one that is not,
Meant to be misunderstood,
I am not alone,
No,
Not at all.

This time,
This time, I will be strong
I will continue through the storm.
Climb every weather,
Conquer over every mountain,
With God,
I have overcome,
I will not give up.
I will be Strong.

No matter who,
Or what comes against me,
I will be strong,
Yes I will be strong!

STORY

Mon, 25 Jul 2022 21:04:53 +0100

Me sitting down at union,
Waiting for the re-union of me and my people.

But they can wait still;
I can wait still,
Here I am waiting still.

I love my thoughts with my brain participation,
I love the places and different faces,
I love the way you stare at me,
when I stare back at you and you stare back to me,
and we staring at each other like we bugging.

How about when you sit with me,
And I,
Sit with you,
And we sitting together,
Two strangers that know each other.

But I find myself waiting still
No wonders, No buts, No ands, Or ifs;
But that the difference between you and I,
Is that;
You have the ability to wait,
but I find it hard,
To acknowledge your wait,
Cause I’m waiting still.

Time stops the lady screams
stuck in a song of dreams
Universal screams!
God where are you?
My heart is saying and my brain is playing
but I’m still waiting contemplating
from leaving JoJo's and moving on
God yes I admit to moving on but that was so wrong
but now listen as i stare into this song

[boo woo woo woo, waiting waiting waiting]

it’s so hard as time passes dates the fear of inhalation
God to many is a complication
But i praise him cause I’m no longer waiting still
My peoples finally got here
Jesus my Family and Nelson are here
yes my best friends just finally got here
ONE, TWO, THREE.... I’m no longer waiting @ union
I’m at JoJo's
No longer waiting still.....

Her face

Mon, 14 Jul 2014 15:10:28 +0100

Her face was beautiful like the moon and the earth is,
Her eyes were magnificent,
And her lips made me feen like toys on the park ground,
That’s what her face was and is and does to me.
Friendships that are true last for long, long time,
But what doesn’t last a long time is the face of the angry,
And the not so peaceful face, but her face isn’t even like that;
Her face much, way much more than anything we would have recognized,
Her face is the bean that shines in the dark hallway of our house
Her glistening smile lights my heart like stories of old news,
Those good news too.
I miss her I love her too,
She is my best friend,
And my friend that is like can get nowhere near to her
Because she has something that
My friend doesn’t have
And that is me.

Because of her I am beautiful;
I am a person of interest,
I am lucky and will always be lucky
I am person she chose
Yes this ugly and fat retard yes guys she chose me,
Not you and not most defenitly not a pretty boy like you
She chose someone real
Someone that became a man
Not a coward and runs from the dark but she chose me,
But I love her most because she loves Christ before she loves me.

Arrested tought

Fri, 08 Aug 2014 20:31:37 +0100

There are times we just come together.
At those times that we come together we are joined together.

Like the sea is to the earth and the earth is to us humanity.
Out loud we are beings of profanity.
Understanding the flows of such equality.
But what does that has to do with anything?

So I start to think about it.

Us together as in joint process

but these are my thoughts that I bring to pass.

But I love the way the world thinks.

Cause the world thinks not like I think which is a good thing

But what is a good thing about me having a good thing

When to the person I care for it not a good thing

It’s not even a bad thing,

It’s just nothing

I guess that is why we have to come together

Because when we come we are together

We are together

And being together is everything

But what is everything

When everything is nothing…

Mirrors

Wed, 17 May 2017 19:19:23 +0100

Under the shelter of the bus stop I am.

Wondering whether or not to make it.

Under the mirror of reality I am beginning to prolong this misunderstanding

That me and the trails of reflections are having against each other

i love you, do you love me

even though we are two complete strangers

that don’t even know each other.

i am her and you are over there

and i see you as i you see me

but the only real difference is

that I’m real and you’re not

OK---- You are real in your dimension

in your world apart from me.

but being apart from me you r apart of me

you have become the glass

that stares at me in places like restaurants and cities

like Arecibo and or New York

when i don’t see you i stare at the shadow

yes that reflecting image

that are the mirrors of my everyday life

so i begin to wonder can i really love you.

As being that i see you every day.

I wonder do i enjoy your reflected company

because your company is over there

and I’m over here

i will like to enjoy your everyday of my life.

Because you have my eyes and you have my lips.

You have my heart and everything that it grips,

in the darkness of the night

you have become that’s darker than the night.

Why?

Because you are my each and everyday reflection...

which one

Mon, 25 Aug 2014 19:22:51 +0100

Half faced in, half faced out
I don’t know which one i want to be about
I remember just writing just to see what you was about
Yes, i miss you
But what you not understand is that
The skyscrapers you build and
The piles of green that comes to fill
It’s not the above the clouds
It’s the below below the crowds
The screams of my arms to my lungs
I can’t yell but the to you
My words come out
Because it’s annoying how you’re the facts of hell
Here’s a story i can’t tell
But i still make a story line
Here we go
The way the winds flow as your hair grow
I am mystified by the way you pray
Your talk is like night and day
It goes in, it goes out
Closets in, closets out
It’s what you remind me about
It’s the fears that’s in us humanity
Fearing all sorts of calamity
Shoot!
Stressors impress us because of the many times
Building blocks come against us
And i see you in like a little lady
No running, no running i see your back son
Yes, it’s true
You remember me
As the memories i choose
The mirrors that come beside me
Here it’s time to choose
Its god or you?

The Combination

Mon, 25 Aug 2014 19:25:20 +0100

Our spirit gots to hold together.
The firmest grip its not like the hold of our pen.
its the hold that its got on you then.
Like getting hold of a combination.
I write to lift frusttration.
Im drying my breifs on a hand dryer.
Wow! how neat is that,
While I'm missing the girl that's in my dreams.
Karla how are you?
The Dot to my every sentence.
The world turns around,
and im still in chancletas.
And I'm hoping to kiss them toes.
Now at days family is like is like money.
without life you get no love.
but this is just part of it
best thing to do is enjoy the most part of it.
I remember one lone one night one child time
but I grew up bu to quickly
so I call this my love my night my child time
Because i miss the days that i do not remember.
Yes, I grew into both my mothers and fathers shoes.
And I'mcalling it the blues.
Now I'm praising the Lord,
With my Irish, Puerto Rican, and Idian Jews
All of which I call my friends.
Hold up,
Here comes the END...

THERE WAS AND IS A GIRL

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 15:19:54 +0100

HER NAME IS NEVERSON,
SHE IS BEAUTIFULL AND KIND.
SOME DONT THINK SHE IS
BUT I THINK SHE THE WORLD.
THE WORLD IS AND IT INVOLVES THE TRAGEDIES
THAT SHE TAKES ON.
THE WORLD IS AT HER DOOR.
AND HER DOOR IS ABOUT THE SIZE OF HER STATURE.
I LOVE HER AS IM SURE SHE LOVES ME
AS FRIENDS I WOULD MEAN
BECAUSE SHE IS MY FRIEND AND THATS
WHAT SHE WANTS TO BE
I WISH TO MAKE IT GO FURTHER
BUT LIFE ISNT LIKE THAT
LIFE IS A LITTLE SLOWER THAN THAT
AND BEING THAT LIFE IS LIKE
I TEND TO GO FOR IT
BUT AS I GO FOR I FALL IN MY SLEEP
BECAUSE THAT SEEMS
THE ONLY PLACE I CAN EVER GET TO HER
AND SEE HER FACE
THE BEAUTY OF HER RACE
HER ONE NATURAL RACE
HER BEAUTY IN HER STYLE
AND SO I BEGGIN TO FALL FOR HER
WHEN CLIFFS AND BOLDERS COME AND DOWN
I LOVE YOU I GUESS
BUT I SHOULD FEEL THIS WAY FOR THE PERSON I MARRY
BUT I FEEL THIS WAY TOWARDS HER AND NO ONE ELSE
BECAUSE I LOVE HER...

Consequences

Sun, 17 Jul 2022 17:37:59 +0100

By Alysia Caparros

The actions you take have consequences, and some of those consequences can be painful.
Yet life would be hopelessly more painful if there were no consequences.

If actions had no consequences, there would be no reliable way to achieve anything.
There would be no way for you to direct or control the circumstances of your life.

As it is, you can choose the consequences you experience by choosing the actions that bring about those consequences. You are able, in large part, to avoid the consequences you don't want and to create the consequences you desire.

By taking responsibility for the consequences in your life, you gain the power to determine what those consequences will be. By accepting and embracing responsibility for the outcomes of your actions, you are able to bring about the outcomes you prefer.

In each moment, with each choice you make, consider what that choice will bring. You have the power to create your own results.