When I’m frail what I fail to understand and digress

That I need to love more and worry less

I’ve become worrisome

It’s become a hum disguised as a hymn in my mind

My eardrums drum and the sound drives me madly blind

And all I see is a sea of her

She’s everything that I ever dreamed of

Every scene from every movie screen I ever fiend for

She said, “I can hear your smile through the phone”

I said I can feel your breath with every silent tone

Every moan and groan; her sounds I’ll never out grow

Just shows how much we love and hate each other

How we would spare our lives for one another

I fear every time she cries a spear in my ear

She thinks I lie and I think she’s right

But I think she’s wrong cause I try

I give her my heart, soul and spine

And I pray that every rhyme sends a chill through hers

Like her voice does to mine

And I violently pray to the divine that she stays in my life

I can see the signs and they’re all reflecting every line in my mind

Sometimes I upset her I become a dictator, a Caesar

But she sees that all I want is to dictate and cease her

My Freedom

My freedom,  
I chant your song every lonely evening
So that the chains come off in morning 
They restrain me, from you; a pain I can’t fathom  
When I miss you, I rewrite your anthem 
I watch your favorite movies 
I read your favorite books 
I recite your favorite prayer 
In my field, you’re the only player 
Farewell it goes without a saying
I hope you don’t go without it, saying
For the memories I set to you in rhymes 
For every haiku I wrote for you 
And every high note I attempted to hit for you 
Don’t leave without a farewell
Don’t you dare hit and run

Illusion of Modern Day Slaves

This is for the Syrian kids that watched the sunset but never saw it shine

For the martyr mothers in Palestine that stabbed their guts so their kids won’t witness a daily columbine.

Waiting, fighting for freedom; praying, hoping for a warrior to rise from beneath the lost arabian deviants.


This is for every Chicago kid, victim of the stop sign

murdered in the same ghetto that raised him,

betrayed by the hot summer graze winds.


This is for every scar from a bully’s words

For every drop of blood from the veins dispersed in the sink in which they surge.


This is for your deceiving image in the mirror

For the revered world of severed words.


This is for the faceless niggas

For the grace of racist images

That are portrayed beautifully through televisions.


This is for the modern day slaves who live, love, cry in pain in their caves

Caves behind monitors of rage

Rage that ranges from ages young, to an insane sage

I say,

Free the slaves.

Trails of Your Art

On this road they call the calling of the hearts 

I set my feet on its tracks and followed the trails of your art 

I saw the sun set and the stars collide 

I saw the moon light up my trail as if it was by my side

But it brought me to you and in that moment I lost all piece of mind

We locked eyes and our heartbeats synchronized 

(I described her body)
An ancient river, a path with endless loops,a vast colorful terrain clear as the skies when the sunlight reflects it off my eyes… her body was an etherial emanation of the stars 

All she had to say was that I was blind but maybe it’s her eyes and not mine. 

See I was a young brave heart, a narcotic nose, an archaic soul, a dichotic, psychotic writer with a pen scribbled words to hope in which I coped and I yearned and I hoped that this ink will never burn 

So, oh you who redeems me, 
Never leave me when the world turns its back and deceives me I want YOU to believe me