Peace Maestro. Props to El Profe and Capicu

Something Simple

After John Rodriguez

Mama asked

You out there

Writing or puffing

Poet on park bench paranoid

Can’t avoid being naked

Santos scream

You better slide quickly or

Suffer reefer percussions

Scribble noise

So proud to be Story Avenue

Sound View rough drafts

Noble nightmares

Left block any chance could

Even though gone

Carry Clason Point in backpack

Move in silence

To the head so loud

You still smoking

Shorties still bugging

Homies grew up

Brothers outta town

Papa’s clubbing

Mama’s moving

Body weary

Bleak pastel shades

Steaming heavy

Too early in morning

Love’s hangover

Lonely shadows

Slow dancing diablos

Throwing piropos at cielo

Charm a silver lining out cloudy sky

my pillow

Possessive

Don’t let your son run away

Hold him tight against chest

Until he tells you

It’s time to walk

Learning to talk

Comes first with a set of demands

Divine can lift you vertical

Keep marching towards horizon

Enterprising your energy

Vida is endless entropy

Letting dust settle

Before rising to next level

Volume surrounds whispers echo

Streetlights give

Glamorous shine to glorious ghetto

Scream at the sky

While walking over a bridge

Learn from subconscious

Give you instructions how to live

Gratitude determines your aptitude

Can’t complain if you slacking to lean

Can hardly dream if you only accept reality

Worth can’t be equated with salary

Cut the calories

Trim fat from diet

Please try it don’t fight it

Protector when patrolling playgrounds

Possible peligros

Stuck in same exact spot

Only thing changing is scenery

Same rock and tree keep passing on loop

Hasty pursuits

Faith can make you faster

All those accomplishments might gas you

Agree with your affirmations

Cultivate creative

Don’t let propaganda alter your native

Hold love in your hands

Don’t let anyone ever take it