Ghost

This is what I know
To you I’m nothing but a ghost
I am ignored by most
My name doesn’t bring cheers or toasts
Life just seems so slow today
I walk alone, all on my own
On this road I paved
I just disappear and vanish
How the hell do you fathom this phantom?
How does he manage
To go unnoticed?
Even by those who are the closest,
“Supposably,”
There is absolutely no one close to me
People just see thru me
I swear it’s a disease
CURE ME
Or maybe it’s me
Maybe I never reached out
Maybe I don’t know how
My sorrows howl thru the air
But who the fuck cares?
A lost soul haunted by a lonely moon
I am that flower that never bloomed
I am turning into a menace
I create my personal premise
I dig deep for the sources
Love is beautiful, and I’m too ugly for it
This is the cause of my invisibility
Or is cuz no one was real to me?

As I sit and listen to the serene silence
My life’s equation is happiness minus
The suffering, cuz life ain’t strifeless,
Add those days that shone the brightest
This is simple mathematics
Yet life is an intricate apparatus
But Hey! I walk thru showers and fires
I got this particular desire
People have said
Quit while you are ahead
Not me, I plan to go further
My life ain’t quite over
I will look back no more
I only move forward, for sure

Sorry

This love is tangled, falling for the perfect girl at the wrong time
Can’t tell if you want to be mine I just cannot see, I’m just blind
Maybe ‘cuz of my ignorance or inability to listen to you
I just sit back, grab my hair and see the future, envisioning you
But I can’t see who’s the one that’s kissing you, the one giving you
That beautiful smile that lightens you up
You're an angel, unreal to touch
And then I fall back into reality
Sorry babe you can’t count on me
To be in the picture tomorrow, but I want you today
To much thinking, a move is what I should make
Sorry for the wait, but I do love you babe
Maybe you’ll pass me up
And that’s just my luck
Please don’t pretend that I don’t exist
But I need you to comprehend that you’re a ten and I'm short of a seven
Never had you but I do miss…you


also written back in the day

unsung fallen hero

introspection
is my method
to see what’s inside
use mirror to reflect my intimate thoughts
i was sure i was gonna get my way, so i thought
its an infinite struggle between dreams and reality
i wish i could fly and defy gravity
but the sole of my feet are on the ground
as is everything that’s around
me, what to do? What can i do?
in order to pursue
my happiness
just imagine this:
me just chillin, relaxin with-
out problems
the perfect amount of knowledge
to just to be comfortable in life
so what things that we have in common?
we want fame? we carry shame?
things to maintain a peaceful balance
that will be shattered
so does it really matter if i
try to improve my circumstances
to enhance the quality of my life?
so i look into the shadows of my mind
soul searchin, tryin to find my will power
which can last me until my final hour
this is to me: the unsung fallen hero
hitherto
here's to
the unsung fallen hero
retrospection
is my method
to allow me reminisce
how my life was not how it is
so many great memories
but will people remember me?
I haven’t left a legacy
I have the tendency to find the exact essence
which enables me to discuss and express
tension, redemption
So i look back to my old paths
and pick up a pebble from the road
it it shows
what i have done,
the foreshadow of my fall
i have walked alone
all on my own
it gets so cold
and time wrinkles as it gets old
but what has happened
happens to those who are recognized
so this how it was unraveled: my life
this is to me: the unsung fallen hero
hitherto
here's to
the unsung fallen hero
This is what I’m expectin
(this is my method
to be of some importance)
to happen to me
i will try to be noble hero
but nobody will see
my actions
and i'm a leave without askin
one question
why?
is it too much for a blessin,
a recognition of some sort?
i need that moral support
but i will die in the midst of a multitude
and i will not get what was due
to me
its such a tragedy
to have climbed up the mountain so far
to let go
and fall
so here my song and here it
this is my story, revere it
sing it
this is to me: the unsung fallen hero
hitherto
here's to
the unsung fallen hero
this is to me: the unsung fallen hero
hitherto
here's to
the unsung fallen hero


wrote this like 2 years ago

My Room

I sit in a room, four walls, so tranquil
I sit on a chair, I’m rocking still
Look out the window, feet up on the sill
I ponder, and I focus deeply on what I’m thinkin’
I have a pile of paper and blue and black ink pens
I let all my wonders sink in
It seems that my world is gradually shrinkin’
I keep inside my room, all my thoughts
I’m slowly eroding from distraught
No one knows where I am
No one seems to understand
There is no door, no knob to turn
Escaping is not my main concern
From my space I want to transcend
But who will care in the end?
Am I better off in my room?
Where time consumes me?
My soul burns, I begin to fade to black
There I saw, there I thought, there I sat
Absolutely no where to go
Now the walls burn so slow
Who would have thought ideas are flammable?
The world will now never know how capable
Was a this particular individual
He, like many, is easily forgettable
Maybe this is to be set apart
In this room, there is no beat of the heart
There is nothing, not even a sound
Since the burnt ceiling is now part of the ground
And the surrounding is now black
Pitch and dark it is, no more looking back

untitled--

Dissimilar tastes, Similar takes,
Dissimilar traits, Similar fates,
There is only one that I'm willing to wait,
But that is what I am feeling today
Tomorrow that feeling can change
Yet there are risks I'm willing to take

Intended reader dearest,
I once thought I was fearless

The way I view many things, call me a cynic
I told the world to hold on one minute
I came back within an one hour
A loner at heart? Maybe but I make life beautiful
On a lonely road don't forget those who love you most
In poetry or in prose, I can only say truth be told
Can I make sweet from sour? A taste so bitter
I grow weary, I remember that I'm a winner
I am not a quitter, I remember that I'm a sinner
Can no longer see clearly, so Lord take my hand
Because as being man, I can't grasp or understand
I left for the underground to discover fate
Came back with a feeling so quaint
Would I suffer the familiar fate?
As the men set out before to set the record straight?
Or do I have a better case which makes
father and mother say
"That's my boy changing the wor-ld"
Can I jump thru hoops and over hurd-les?
Against the current current, I'm on a search and
wanting to flourish, I face situations adverse first hand
which brings me back, improved and intact

Dissimilar tastes, Similar takes,
Dissimilar traits, Similar fates,
There is only one that I'm willing to wait,
But that is what I am feeling today
Tomorrow that feeling can change
Yet there are risks I'm willing to take



I completely forgot about this I found it as a draft and I can't believe how good it is and how I never finished it. It was first written in July of this year and just finished (12/28 1:50 AM) (completed after "love you most") Hope you enjoy

An occurrence

As I sit, wondering about nothing
Something happened
A Girl walked by
Black hair, brown skin
Beautiful eyes
Not too curvy, not too skinny
A smile that can lighten my days plenty
She looks at my direction
Will I ever see her again, I question
I would do herself a disservice
If all I think about is the surface
So I imagine her being quiet
well, not quite, at times, she loves suprises
Her vice is eating ice cream
Hey! she likes my sport teams
She is very intelligent
Gentle and understanding
Did I mention her humor?
She has to be heaven sent
Gorgeous and outstanding
Hope I see her once more in the future

Two weeks later I met her
She said her name was ________

A tribute, paying homage

This is a tribute to the greats; I just want to pay homage
Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee just like Muhammad
In the ring he was a monster, left opponents unconscious
Out in the real world, He prevailed with a conscience
They couldn’t demolish, abolish, or take it from him
Dance, dance, jab, hook, uppercut, Ali with the win
The one King who was equal with his followers
Mr. Martin Luther, the junior, gave power to the powerless
He had a dream, the man with a drum major instinct
He believed in freedom for all unlike what other men think
The minister who left it all on a balcony down in Memphis
He left it all for you, and all for me, to your name, blessings
The Caesar of the Californian Valley, the leader of the grape boycott
The labor’s cause that extended across the globe, who would of thought?
I am honored to have a common ancestor, my grandfather surname Chavez
What is outstanding, astonishing is the faith you managed
The Argentine who loved Latin America to rid its poverty
The Che, with many comrades, to make people live honorably
Revolutionary, yes, with love, yes, blurred at the end, yes
It is Ernesto and his fire and his youth and his initial intent, yes
That will resound throughout history, “Until Victory always”
It is this, what I aspire to; I want my chance to be great
I want to be called master at my own craft
But I need a craft to call my own in order to do that
I want to be that inspiration to lead to changes
Giving attention to those marginalized and nameless
This is my tribute, my homage to some
Those in the Sixties who shone
And still shines, oh so brightly
And do so rightfully