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The Combination

Posted by gpc crew on Wednesday, November 30, 2011, In : Poetry 
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 th...
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THERE WAS AND IS A GIRL

Posted by gpc crew on Saturday, November 26, 2011,

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 ...


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Consequences

Posted by gpc crew on Friday, November 25, 2011, In : coming together 

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 avo...


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Papi

Posted by gpc crew on Thursday, November 24, 2011, In : spanish poetry 

Para mi Padre, primero a Dios , despues a Ismael Correa Sr

Ya puedo mas Papi.
Papi estoy alto del mismo vicio.
Me siento 12 pies a dentro de un poso miro busco y busco, y miro.
Todavia me veo en este hondo hoyo.
Ay muchos que esperan tu invitacion.
Como si tu fueras una fiesta de drogas.
Aprendi si mi leccion.
Como muchos de mis hermanos.
Me pongo a llorar, por las noticias del mundo.
Espero por el sol amaneser
porque siento que cada dia tu me llamas a tu aluminacion.
No quiero estar cojo ni...


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Story

Posted by gpc crew on Thursday, November 24, 2011, In : Poetry 

I sit down in the side walk,
and i wonder that’s all i do 
I just start to wonder    
my mind becomes like a foolish person
Chasing things i know i cannot have
but those things i know i can have
I tend to disapprove and I disapprove on a lot of things
Like chasing the wind storms
when i should let the winds chase me
or chasing a car
When i know in my mental disability
will always end up hitting me
but this is just what i want to do something important
but so much that much not so important
you see th...


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im waiting still

Posted by Ismael Antonio Correa on Monday, November 21, 2011, In : Poetry 

BY: Ismael "Lito" Correa

 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 my brain participation
i love the places and diferent faces
I love the way you stare at me 
when i stare back at you
and you stare back to me 
and we starin at each other like we buggin
How about when you sit with me and i sit with you and we sitting together 
two strangers that know eachother  
but i find my self wia...


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The truth is I lo....

Posted by ismael antonio correa on Sunday, November 13, 2011, In : Poetry 

The truth is I love you,

and I know I want you.

I want you so much

I'm afraid to touch you.

I get confused

and paranoid around you.

There are times that I have made plans,

but being with you

next to you changed all that.

All i wanted was to be next to you.

All I cared for was your happyness.

Now Valentines is coming 

and I cant hold you

I cant kiss you like I wanted to.

I love you Please come back to me.


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my boy vinny

Posted by gpc crew member on Thursday, November 10, 2011, In : The hood talking 
Yo Im sittin here mit my boy ish, God has just reunited us again. We chillin in new haven, on this rainy day remember to trust in god for everything, and he will show himself to u. Keep ur heads up we out vinny....
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