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 ...

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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 ...

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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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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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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 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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Drawin a picture is like
something inside of a story its something emplified   
Biggers than a picture    
and at times outside of a box
thats when my mind comes to decision
finally my hearts in hesitation
In a drawing
your eyes, your heat, your mouth
is nothing to hide
but i let my heart myb mind
become a fool with pride
making its little commotions
through my art would i have somthing to provide
my art is in th drawings and it isnt in som play
my art is in th spanish and english words
I am only, a man ...
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Sometimes

By Ismael Antonio Correa on Wednesday, March 23, 2011 at 12:41p                                                     I try not to think about it, but sometimes i just do it,and sometimes. i gotto bang a five just to feel right,. sometimes a hoodlum kid can save your life,and sometimes, a person you dont know can harm you. sometimes,you can dream,you can dance,and sometimes,you can say i dont know. But what i do know is, that I dont know what, i need to know, and i hate that, but her...

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The truth is that to many poetry is dead...                                                                                                                                                   

but poetry isnt dead its just that many people perfer not to listen. There are TV's, Radio's, who would wanna sit or stand lay on your bead or eating who would wanna read what do you think. Is poetry dead and why does it matters   is poetry dead or alive               

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Love makes us wonderin the better things in life.
We no longer have to swim, or dance run or, take it by chance.
Love just lets us for whatever happends.
Whatever happends happends right.
I dont have to wish it was true.
My love came throught even if i went to the other side of the pond I still found you.
Long ago the trees in New york moved with the air and the air with the trees.
Now as you and i talk we move like the earth moves for its bees.
You are special a person with smarts and intere...

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STRANGER                                                                                                                                        
I wake u to the loudness;
First thing I see is a stranger,                                                   
A bunch of them! 
Why are you talking to me!?                                                   
How do I know if the things you say are true!?                                    
You don’t know me,
I don’t know you,                          ...

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