April 18, 2017

I gave Orlando a small reading in

The last few minutes I had on break.

“I feel your poems are so relatable”

He commented once I finished.

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For me it is hard to respond to such

A statement because I’m doing as I

Feel and writing as I can.

It’s good to know someone finds my

Work substantial and accessible.

It is part of my goal and to achieve

It in a tiny way is almost surreal.

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I never know what I’ll be composing

Come the next round.

I can’t just pull a stick out of my

Ass and call it a tree.

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I sincerely sit here and let it hit

Me like a spark which ignites a flame.

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In the meantime, music is on

And the only thing left to do is

Think and seek out some substance.

Once it’s time to react

Then burning is the only action

Left until the moment returns again.

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Sometimes I feel as if I’ll never

Combust one last time.

There are minutes where it seems

As though all is spent and the

Embers glowing will turn to ashes

By the stroke of the breeze.

I’ll give up and remain silent.

I’ll rest and try to stay still.

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But once I’m awake I’m going.

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There is nothing else but to

Pursue the dream.

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The dream is only something we

Project in our mind.'

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To be realistic we need to be

Real with ourselves.

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Then do as we must

To get to where we want to be

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