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Cards

Oh child, you weep for the absence of that lucrative new toy, but little do u know it's not needed in that assortment of yours. Your catastrophic tantrum is unjustified and I'll tell you why… There's a person out there who was brought into this world without any sight. Someone with 20/20 vision, but with no foresight, depending on hindsight. Someone with no knowledge of the colors because he only sees black and white. Someone in a smoldering desolate box who can't tell you if it's day or night. An oppressed individual without the proper tools to fight. An ill-fated body on the fringe of death with no will to fight. A soft muffled voice with no mic. A child with no legs to get on a bike and ride or control of her fingers to be able to write. A woman who can't smell the aroma of a fresh baked apple pie. A man struggling to subsist and keep his equilibrium just right. A citizen wondering about the existence of his rights. A being understanding that their dream will never take flight. A worker dealing with the gender wage gap and its continuing strife. A woman who has been discriminated against because he didn't carry on the rite.

With that being said child someone out there has it worse. Someone from alpha will have a terminal illness to nurse. Someone right now is hours from a hurst. A man is giving up on his gift being a blessing and believing that it's only a curse. You must watch your approach. Be grateful for what you have the most of and remember that there is no one up above. Just different ideas of what we want the world to become.

A poem by Jose A.

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it is Halloween again and I don’t have to miss you anymore// if my head rolled off my shoulders for no reason

Not a circumstance, but a wound –

a mess of dollar store bones and pumpkin puree //

my head and heart finally 

disconnected –

I know exactly the way you would hold me. 

Is it weird to think things like that?

Because if I was a werewolf, I’d lock you in a safe place

every full moon

so I would return to you

after destroying villages

and you would cure my curse

of bloodlust and self-hatred by scratching 

behind my ears.

And if you were a pumpkin on someone else’s doorstep

I’d walk past you every day, but have to put my hands in my pockets 

to keep from stealing your toothy smile

and glowing, triangle eyes.

And if you were a ghost // lights flickering, drawers slamming,

chills in the night // I’d light a candle and put it

next to your bowl of noodles at the table

just to watch it flicker. I’d whisper

“I love you, too.”

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606

A poem by: Jose A

606 13 year career and those were my wins. 606 times my team’s arms were raised high above the rims, but in that time also came a bevy of losses. foreheads facing the ground, roller coaster rides with no peaks, so many heartaches Yet in failure there is a potential for progress. If winning is all you do then how will you react to the ultimate hit. To defeat once you’ve succumbed to it? I have learned to not become a victim of defeat. How? I’ve delivered myself and teams to the level of readiness that they need to be. Made sure to give our all when facing any adversary. 100% not a percentage we can’t reach. Accepted to control whatever we can control, accepted that we can’t control everything. Winning is and isn’t everything. Winning can create euphoria, become a reason to get up,fulfill our desires if done enough, but winning is only half of the game. Losses can lead to growth, show you that not everything is known. A life full of pleasure is not all that's in this world. I’ve turned downfalls into truimphs and you can do it as well. For this isn’t the last bell. Even water may rise after the ice melts. Smile and have fun. Most importantly remember that even tears of sadness can extinguish the flames of hell...

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Where do you reside?

A poem by:Jose A (Spoke Word)

Where do you reside? Is it in the distant far beyond where it is always night or how about the powerful depression where even light can’t escape its might?

Where do you reside? Is it where icarus once and mechanical wings still take flight or in the space where ships that ride different waves begin to go out of sight?

Where do you reside? Maybe in the peaks where our lungs go to struggle and fight or in the trails where the dead paradoxical bodies can lead to life?

Where do you reside? May it be the pastures where nature excites or venture deeper where one shall find dendrites that can be viewed with the human eye?

Where do you reside? Perhaps in the heart of civilization where one floats in opulence or one swims in plight, where a piece of paper or metal gets a hold of you, one that is tight?

Where do you reside? Is it where all the upper level inhabitants send all their dirt and grime or where once a catastrophe hits, we’ll be dwarfed by its height?

Where do you reside? I'm sure that wherever you are you’ll make my smile widen and heart rate rise I’ll stand by your choices that you believe to be right At your Zenith and Nadir i’ll always be at your side….

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“Everything, eventually connects”

The realm of your oblivious existence is exasperating

But I would still trudge along no matter how wearing this voyage would be.

If i get lost on these recherché paths or if i fall into my trepidations

Would you come looking for me?

If i run out of breath and get caught in my delusions

Would you breathe into me your affection and set me free?

Originla poem by Cyniclass

(This gif inspired this poem, i am not great at writing but i just find it really therapeutic .)

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Im sorry

A poem by: Jose A (Spoken Word)

When you said something I didn't want to hear I hushed you, told you to relay it only if I loved it. At certain times I yelled at you when your volume was a twist of a knob past quiet. Your opinions were nuisances to me. You wanted advice and I turned my back to you completely. Didn't give you rides when you needed them in the peak of night. Didn't walk you home. I can't even measure your hair’s rise and  fathom the amount of fright coursing through your veins. Couldn't bother to feel your pain when I said you’d be nothing, but a man’s bane and said you were nothing special just another dame. Looked you in your eyes and said that you would never amount to anything. A package full of uselessness is what you bring. You couldn’t get to heaven even if you had wings. The closest you'd be to getting married is trying on the wedding rings. After every confrontation I didn't see you as my blood relative  by default I saw you as my enemy. My life has been full of sorrow the moment you enlisted. Any crucial moment in your life you know I missed it. So when I exclaimed that I wish you never existed poof, you disappeared in an instant,  became a memory, your soul left to a far away distance. The second that happened I fell to my knees and cried up a typhoon that would surely flood an entire city and its districts. I bawled so loud and the air that was knocked out me was placed in a blimp. I stood there and watched it get lifted. I now must go my entire life with you as my one and only visage....

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I don’t know you but...

A poem by: Jose A (Spoken Word)

I don't know you but, I want you to stay breathing just like me. I want your body to grace every scene. I want your smile to transition from your dreams to reality. Don't care for the tone of your pigment because I know your heart bleeds every color known to existence. I know that whatever your build there's an outfit made just right for your image. Not sure of what clique your in, but I'm sure you’re an essential cog in the system. You might not be a puzzle that fits, but that's alright, your club is a collection of all your characteristics. I'm sure you have a talent or two that has become a revelation or it is still undiscovered due to the barrage of fists,hail of insults, and flurry of discriminative words that have sunken a vessel. A vessel that had to go to hell and back just to reach its potential.

I don't know you but, I'm here to assure you that I'm with you every step of the way. If I'm not in your presence in a physical state, then I'm there in abstract form like the gods that make us pray. If you'll allow me I'll be in every face albeit a human's or a beast's. From a town in the desert to the ports in the bay. I'm not in the best position because I don't have it made. A message to a person that has it worse than me, I can't relate, but I can offer my assistance and support to those that have been called second rate Here to show you that not everything has to be paid. You don't have to pay to smile one last time by forever sealing your fate. My friend, it is never too late.

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Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who's suicidal or depressed.

no one should scroll past this

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Shiny

A poem by: Jose A. (Spoke Word)

On board a ship somewhere between two continents. Been drifting for years and it feels like I won't be here for the end. Seen darkness fall for 12 hrs or more on end and stood in a position where the sun didn't set. I’ve yet to find that rock that shines that glimmers in the dark. Don’t think I’ll find it on this map. I keep on missing the mark. Maybe i’m on a spaceship because what’s underneath the waves is still an unexplored abyss. Maybe that’s where I’ll find this sparkling star. On the opposite end of this land’s zenith. Amidst all the fallen wreckage, but if it was truly shiny Would it not keep all the shadows away because of its eternally lit? Maybe just maybe it doesn’t exist, but it brings me life and for that my life I’m willing to risk...

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My Alien Blaster

A poem by: Jose A (Spoke Word)

I've had an alien blaster by my side every day making them pass by faster. Even though it adds weight my shoulder feels much lighter. I enjoy the vast array, energy waves that are wider than the bans on my face and its lights are brighter than the future that awaits a young, old fulfilled master of the world, his domain.

I've passed by bored souls with their elbows on tables. Trying to discover a goal. Trying just to be able to avoid summer getting cold. Instead have so many fables. Stories to cherish when old. A house built of paper or a journal still consoled. Find your outer space crusader. Have your life under control. Conduit of happiness that's stable. Got to find what's your vogue!

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One Bad Day

Poem By: Jose A. (Spoke Word)

I am resurrected by the constant screams

of my alarm clock.

As i sit up

I’am greeted by a ceiling fan that is hung wrong

and the clock, the damn clock

shoots me a look that has been going on for too long.

I jump and skip the shower

I would’ve earned the cleanse if i’d cut

my slumber by a couple hours.

I scan for my slacks and dress shirt in the dryer.

Only to find it had no power

so i put on damp, wrinkled clothes

and head downstairs to continue my routine

that couldn’t get any louder.

I cut it short,

ignore the Joe,

don’t turn corn flakes into boats,

snatch my wallet and forget to lock the doors.

I evolve from a zombie to a frightful gazelle.

Move from a life thats hard to sell

to an innocent man trying to escape hell.

Looking for a spot on the bus,

but it had other plans, being on time

which i didn’t get the memo as far as i can tell.

I arrive to work.

My stench and disgruntled look

grant me a name tag that reads

"walking corpse".

My tardiness garners an uncommon amount of looks,

but none more hawkish

than my boss who has beaten me to my cube.

He exudes his wrath

with a rambling louder than the electronic mess in my room.

He assures me that this is my last day and in turn 

pops my last balloon.

It seems he too is having a bad day as well.

I am alone heading home well after the sun is set.

Clogging at a snails cadence.

You can’t fit a piece of paper

at anytime underneath my steps.

Before I reach my doorstep

my neighbor Fred

asks me if i had taken his newspaper.

Something that in his household is so seldomly read

so i teleport to him

and my fists bash his head.

His body bounces off the pavement like some fired lead.

I stomp and off of skin my foot slides.

Knuckles collide with flesh.

Nothing can save this man, not a hospital's entire supply of meds.

Not any amount of bread.

I don’t even bother to clean up the mess

Fail to check if he's breathless

Later on in bed

I am afraid.

Afraid of what lies ahead…

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“your mind is art and your heart is poetry.”

—

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“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.”

— Oscar Wilde (via macrolit)

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tick, tock

it’s funny how time rules all

How we let it take over

Be the guidelines

The outlines

The net that catches the free fall

It’s the infrastructure

To our worldly way of living

Yet slowly

Suddenly

All

At

once

time becomes relative

We see it for what it is

Constant

T

No beginning no ending no in between

Uncaring and unwavering

So you might as well jump

Head over feet

And fall safely into your bliss

Because time is there

in the good

The bad

The ugly

And it doesn’t care

So do it

No matter the time

Jump

And don’t look back

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᥇​ꫀ ​ ꪶ​𝓲​𝘬​ꫀ​ 𝓽​ꫝ​ꫀ​ 𝘴​𝘬​ꪗ​

Let your feelings pass through you,

like a weather

When the shadows of suffering

caress your mind

Sing to me your burdens

And be light as a feather

So many knots on your rope,

maybe it’s time to unwind

Stay still and observe

the chaos you uphold,

Let your tears be the stars

for this dreary night.

Original poem by Cyniclass

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Family

By:Jose A.(spoken word)

On Monday I buried the old man

The liquor ultimately oozed out of his kidneys... 

Rushed throughout his many capillaries..

Until it seemed like you had to squint to make sure he wasn't a 5''9 bottle of whiskey..,

But he always reminded not to do the bad he does and I see..

He taught me how to overcome adversity.. and to take the least travelled path, go to depths where no one wants to be…

On Tuesday I buried the lioness of the pride

Death caught up to her cells, there was no more water in that well…

Even though at times her methods seemed harsh and strict, I knew she meant well…

Because after all the countless times I fell…

I had the vigor and had evolved to get out of the cell…

It's like she prepared me for life's prison by being the sheriff of my jail…..

On Wednesday I buried my training partner

Internal bleeding from a head on collision with another vehicle…

Both breaking the limit, racing to meet the grim reaper…

He wasn't much of a sinner, only vice he had was being an adrenaline seeker…

He always kept me sharp so that I can thread the needle…

Kept me on the path to become a great leader…

Even though I was older he taught me a smorgasbord of lessons

It was as if I was the student and he was the teacher…

On Thursday I buried another lady in my life

Not my wife but my sis who died not of heartbreak...

but because her heart couldn't afford a single platelet…

Collapsed to the floor upon hearing that mom's soul had up and left…

From this earth that my sis said 

had never given her respect..

Her ability to bear a child for 8 months didn't hold a candle to the tasks done by those with an Adams apple on their necks.

She taught me to never underestimate 

Never write off whoever's next..

To empathise with those who have been through different types of wrecks..

On Friday my system was overwhelmed with sorrow

Didn't know if there was a world for me tomorrow

Felt selfish for I felt it was all about me, my need to have a smile

Fill the vessel of attention that was hollow

My agenda was left in disarray, didn't have a goal to follow

Ended my night with a few stains on my shirt’s collar…

On Saturday I used my family’s passing as a spring to propel myself past the moon

As a scar on my heart to remind me 

to be the best, be the number on the clock

When the hands pass noon

Keep me focused on the problems on the horizon that'll loom…

As my muse so that there'll be no space in my art room..

On Sunday I was buried by the neighbor.

Ain't much to say only that I'm thankful that he was available

It doesn't matter who goes last or first.

Who's burying who at the beginning of the verse.

Whether it's your father, brother, sister mother or grandmother.

Make sure to take the best from the others 

And use the worst to rise above the gutters 

Don't take anyone for granted

Don't devalue what your family is

Because they're all that's left when everything and everyone else has departed.

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The Letter

Hand in hand we stood by the cliff

Holding my breath and thinking what if

I can seize this moment before it flies

Wind ruffled your hair and you sighed

I saw myriad promises in those eyes

They were still and vivid like the moonlight

Once you told me ‘eventually everything dies’

Your vow too perished as the crescent arrived

So I thought I would write you a letter

And with it i painted our picture

Self portraits make me queasy

But i rendered you just by memory

And I am there in this grave beside you

Your face blending in the grey hue

That rose in your hand red and fully bloomed

On the head stone, the carved epitaph read

‘everything eventually dies but not my love for you.’

When you get this letter come and find me

In our sanctum, under that oak tree

And bring me a rose.

Original poem by Cyniclass