Born and raised in Chicago. Poetry and nature is my life.
The two wolves A pack, a lone wolf Crowded homes, empty paths In this spirit, in this soul Grace and mischief Holding to love, clinging to hate
By Valente Gonzalez3 years ago in Poets
The Vulture With black of feathers And clouds with shades of gray A circle comes near The skin lays waste With hunger so real
Cerulean Eyes Diving deep into your blue Ravaged by these tides Serenity and harmony takes over A voyage beyond the mind
A proud son The life you give, the sacrifices you made A selfless mother, I would never trade Your heart so pure, so caring and deep