Poezja

Even if it’s been too long for me to sit down and write what it’s like; for me to go thru day and night ,
I sit back and take sight… if it's a fight for me to recognize that it’s up to me to continue to do what is right.
I slipped… I stumbled… I fumbled every time; I crumbled… the dreams-and it seems that I like I should try to rewind; before I try to humble… myself_”myself is the blame”… the name is ME!
But I came to see,  what the hell! No more prison cells….That’s lame for me.  No more exhales… only inhales; while I try to excel to a new truth… something to reach a new booth, but a new youth… is holding me back…. It’s like new beats and drama is under attack; trying to attack… matter a fact my back is under the bricks; and the slick shit don’t work where I’m tryin to pull lyrics and skits under the shit that holds me back where it’s tryin to pull me under ; and it makes me drown… deep down under and I wonder will it keep me down…. “So deep” If I creep; will I sleep long enough to keep the hunger down?
Because I haven’t ate… And I wonder will it be long enough to levate to new levels; I guess I’m wondering why my plate is empty truth…. But new devils… Is it too much to settle? My flame is too hot for plastic but not enough for metal… but still I rock flame… like gas lit flares that’ll stop the pain!
But will the clouds hold their place long enough to make it rain…. Because I don’t know if I’ll  be aroung long enough to make a change!     BUT MY TEARS STILL DROP; BUT I STILL WONDER WHY I DON’T FEEL THE SAME.
                                  Alex Perez 2013