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Free


What happened to the hunger
proverbial head trip
entrenched authentic
irrefutable adolescence
who dreamed of travel
blindly riding the currents of wind
peaking
tracing their footsteps
exploring their peace of heaven
hearing a voice of contention
in a mainstream existence
forced to choose between
rich or poor
what happened to the good days
kids playing in the sand box
swinging playing hop scotch
jump rope type days
cops and robbers
cowboys and indians
vivid convictions genuine in essence
but these times know no hesitation
it waits for no one
like raw alcohol with no chaser-we chase it
some how we learned to engulf this
temporary penetration of fulfillment
choking on this
poisonous hope
becoming slave to the trade, induced green paper grains
we use to dream of life
fantasizing
stuck on stupid
with our hands out and pockets parched
we swallow humanity salivating
oh how sweet it would be to have that next dead president
lie full in our pockets
its clear
we’re not all about the Benjamins
we want it all
sacrificing happiness and family
tied up and hanged
openly and publicly
stitched in the values of material things
we contract this image and glory
money over bitches
sex cars and switches
we stain the youth
passing the buck
we pitch tents with for sale signs
cashing in the monetary values
robbing youth of minds
blindly raping sheep in wolfs clothing
we are building a race to death cycle
obviously civilization lives not
and it shows no regret
there will be no reward
character
courage
and honor left this place a long time ago
sailing away on a ship never to be found
and we wonder where it went
we must right this ship
free the May Flower

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For Moment Sake


Control guilty pleasures of swallowing sin

sweet sincere passions, travel amongst wild winds

serenity caressing sweet fingertips of joy

pain, reveling in the innocence of rampant intuition

wandering amongst fine lines of ambiguous terrain

moments floating in a shroud of mistakes

lost compliments, desirous straits

pure intentions scour the depths with or without meaning

falling for something, only for being

overwhelmed by the power of endless fantasies

exhausted emotions rage against the beloved

attesting ideas and possibilities,

behold awareness of your feelings

involved are we whom stand next to bearable fruits

forbidden or not, human nature craves existence in adventurist shots


Yep Thats Me


“Live Out Loud Freely” means a lot, it has become my slogan. All I keep thinking is not to go silently into the night. Meaning we have the rest of our lives to live, and most of us spend it being quiet just trying to exist. Making a mark means daring to be something greater than yourself. I have found that writing is my one and only outlet to be pure without any equivocations in myself or my ability to tackle whatever it is I desire.
Live out loud and free… I roam this place I call my paper and put everything out there without worrying about what he or she says. I admire poets, writers, singers, the arts basically, because they found a form that they can be true to themselves in, show the world and dare them to say something about their genius, finding themselves and living inside their passion.
There are lessons that we all could learn from the different types of people, races, countries and artist to see things. Wouldn’t it be amazing to see why a dancer expresses emotion, to see the feelings behind the eyes of a singer, discover life through poets gift of write, to see success through a executive’s eye. The hardest thing to realize is we have everything before us, and our inability to capture the most amazing sightings in life through each other. We don’t have history to keep one race in memory or to establish each races good and evils, we have it to recognize evolution and growth from where we were to where we’ve come.
Live out loud freely means to escape the fear of being you in front of others, to say” yep thats me, yep” I listened to the new Jamie Foxx song with T.I. called Yep thats me yep and it has nothing to do with what I’m talking about here but I made a metaphor out of the song to tap into my deeper part of the brain to come up with this little rant I share with you.
I dare you to have courage and live out loud leave your mark scream scratch fight claw at being the best you that you can possibly be do not be sorry for anything other than people taking your meaning or your character the wrong way. We cannot grow without mistakes nor can we expect to begin to enjoy life and understand it more without them.
Nobodies perfect and I truly hope if this writing was not inspirational that at least it will have helped to push self discovery and promote the fact that we are where we should be for the moment but as everything life moves on so leave your mark and never be scared to look people in the eye and say yep thats me….Live out loud Freely without any equivocations


Be


LEFLORE INC.

A light breeze
slightly grazing my face
currents of
chills
develop without a trace

Yellow hues
warmth
rays lost in powders of
white mist
lights reflections
hit or miss
still…
remain sun-kissed

Time travel
speed of light
excited
to be
on this exhilarating flight

Feeling

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