He’s from
Chicago Illinois Alberta Canada Manzanilla Trinidad
All too familiar with the sinners path
Translated through the script written with the pen and the pad
A first hand account amounting to the slaves on the middle pass
Age, is simple mathematics not considered a factor
No matter your math one can still manage to add laughter
To life, love, liberty, and the pursuit to be happier
If this seems lost in translation I’ll be the ambassador
Translating the verbatim that seeped in the pages when I created it
Simply hated it when my father came and went
Years ago to this day and I’m remaining spent
I’ll give my last dollar two pennies a ball of lint
I’ll give up everything for an hour to politic
He gave me 5 years then his heart called it quits
A blocked coronary artery was the cause of it
It’s obvious how my heart is stronger now
And ready to preserver through the fear
In my early years I realized there was more to life
With the foresight to rock cords and mics fortnight
And spawn spores of life the more I write…
The more I write
The more I’m alright
I got to learn to love and let go
When the moment is right
What’s your moral to life?
She’s from
Manzanilla Trinidad Chicago Illinois Alberta Canada
Picture this with a 35 millimeter manual camera
Fly from the land of the farm animals
To land at O’Hare craving a Camel pull
Damage the lungs for 6 more years
When this child was born he was warned through kisses and tears
From the deepest wishes to the shiftiest fears
An eager soul on the move but the plate isn’t cleared
A farmer’s daughter sought after like the sisters before her
Of course there’s more to life than a kitchen and kid
So she finds herself in a position to live
Years later, life’s greater when you live it the way you made it
Sorrow? Go and save it
Life is synonymous with adversity
It all depends on where you take it…
The more I write
The more I’m alright
I got to learn to love because it’s special
When the moment is right
What’s your moral to life?
I’m from
Alberta Canada Manzanilla Trinidad Chicago Illinois
Three stories told connected to the soul of a Lilikoi
With passion to pursue a fruitful life
Through the microphone, pen, page, or voice
My choice to view life to the finest of points
Sit back; rejoice no matter the cloud that hangs above
Rearrange past shoulder shrugs to a more hopeful love
If it’s not on point then its close enough
Because everything happens for a reason
Good doesn’t come without pain
So I remain breathing
Perceiving everything from the moon in the evening
To the wind cool breezing in full season
Life is the reason so…
The more I write
The more I’m alright
I’ve learned to love life
This moment is right
What’s your moral to life?
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