The Poet’s Blues

My poems are so smooth you would think I’m singing the blues. Left & right, up & down you would think I’m singing to you round & round, when I’m only telling you the truth, that The Poet has some blues. Up my selves you can’t see, around Pinole I…

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The Generation Will Not Be Televise

The generation will not be televise because we don’t think before we act. Everything we do is whack, that’s why we always getting attack, we don’t react but we tend to look back. At all the mistakes we put ourselves through and then we wonder why our generation is so…

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From Nothing To A Blessing

Growing up I felt like I came from nothing then I realized I was a blessing. Age 15, lost my best friend, lost my mind, I end up being blind to the love I thought had then things end up being so bad. Age 17, I got drunk because I…

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How I Miss My Hometown

As I’m standing outside the Bart station waiting on a ride I’m looking at things I forget the people I can’t help but miss. I use to be at this Bart Station everyday waiting on the bus to get home now I’m feeling like where is my home. Is it…

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