Sometimes my smile may appear a little crooked
Sometimes my face may have a blank stare
Sometimes my words can be misplaced
I am who I am that’s a person
I’ve been through a little something and I’ve come
Out of a little something
I’ve been made ashamed, beaten, cussed, and even blamed. I am who I am that’s a person
My walj isn’t so quick, and my reactions can be a little to strong. I am who I am that’s a person
Life is just what the phrase says a journey to hell and back.
Right now, I am on the right
So love me if you want
Hug and kiss me if you want
But never pass judgement upon me, hey I am just a person.

Astronomically puzzling, I always still find myself agaze
Occurring in the center of a galaxy, my tiny human mind tries to grasp the pure complexity
Black holes, gasses in space, churning at a rate that would vaporize me alive if I ever even got close enough to visit
Would it be worth it to travel light years away and somehow, though risk it?
Still, I humbly think
The brightness, energy, and radio waves expose us without our awareness.
It spins around glowing
Age, totally unknowing
Maybe one day I will experience one’s glow
But for today, I do not know
On a quantum level, perhaps they play apart in helping me grow

Fire rages, winds howl, homes turn to ash in minutes.
Who do we call in these moments, when hope feels like fiction?
Thoughts and prayers? They crumble like dry leaves,
While houseless numbers triple under the Winter Sun’s freeze.

The fighters are few, their strength stretched thin,
Jailhouse volunteers can’t rival the flames’ ruthless spin.
Insurance retreats—policies denied, claims unspoken—
And the ones who survive are left shattered, broken.

Floods rise, hurricanes roar, tornadoes strip the land bare.
How much destruction before climate change gets its share?
When do we face the truth staring us down:
The earth is on fire, and our leaders let it drown?

Shelter is a myth for the ones disabled,
No ramps, no access—their survival disabled.
Fire, Earth, Air, Water—we’re crumbling, unbound,
Where is our Avatar to bring balance around?

But heroes don’t come; we’re left to our fight.
Preparedness isn’t a dream—it’s a right.
Billionaires feast while the people burn,
The rubble rises, yet they never learn.

Not Katniss to spark the flames of rebellion,
Not a Mockingjay’s cry, but the voice of a million.
We live in a nation conquered by greed,
An empire of Siths who plant poisoned seeds.

Taxes drain us, sweat and blood flow,
And all we’re handed is a “thoughts and prayers” show.
But this is no act; this is our soil.
A history of neglect, injustice, and toil.

Help us, America, stand with resolve.
This is not disaster; this is a wound long evolved.
Let us rise for the innovators and minds unborn,
To build a world where futures aren’t scorned.

For if we wait, the fire will consume,
Leaving nothing but ash to scatter our bloom.

I’m excited to announce a new project I’ve been working on called the Realistic Newspaper. It is a publication filled with stories from my anonymous peers, as I have kept their identities private for confidentiality. 

The Realistic Newspaper features relatable stories, giving everyone a voice to share their experiences. It serves as a safe space for those who want to express their ideas and thoughts. With their permission, I’m dedicated to helping these stories be heard.

I’ve created a QR code that leads to the Realistic Newspaper. You can either scan it or copy and paste the link, and the newspaper will appear. To view it in full screen, simply click the link, and you will have access to the Realistic Newspaper. If you need the QR please don’t hesitate to reach out.

I aim to create a second edition to further expand on people’s stories and provide a platform for even more voices in need of expression.

No justice no peace
That’s what they are screaming
in the streets
No justice no peace
The streets run red
While they back the blue
They don’t bat an eye
Because a wall matters
more than life
No justice no peace
That’s what the mothers
are crying in the streets
The streets flood
With innocent blood
Hard to say their
Names when
You’re still at the first sentence
They say we’re guilty
Because our skin holds
no innocence
They say we need repentance
No justice no peace
That’s what the brothers
are screaming in the streets
Broken glass and broken skull
Love is something that
became void and null
Bitterness and hatred
flood our streets
No more white sheets
The enemy has a badge and
a tailored suit
No justice no peace
Time to break the lease
Move from the apartments
Of pain and injustice
To the suburbs of righteousness and truth
No justice no peace
Let these words be
Proof of the prophecy
Of I’m not liable to say what we won’t do
No justice no peace
I fell to my knees
Came back purring
Ready to lead
My people to freedom
For the sake
of the kingdom
No justice no peace
Because they said it is “just us”
Free Palestine
Free Sudan
Free the Congo
Creation is crying
Don’t act like you don’t know
If you don’t like what I said
That’s fine because
I’m ready to the die for mine
I’m tired of my people crying
Government scamming and exploiting
The poor for money
We already know they lying
They bombing children
They are conducting massive genocide
They throwing stones
And then run and hide
To play victim
it’ll all work out
Like it’s the people
And not the system
And when we stand together
We are impervious
That’s the shit
That makes these
Colonizers nervous
No justice no peace
Don’t sell me no dream
Of mansions and gold-paved streets
For an afterlife
While I live in
A world built with lies
Pain, agony, and strife
You sell me everlasting life
And then take my life
Say we believe in the same
God
Yet you treat us like
Enemies
I thought we were supposed
to be kin
Your neighbor, brother, and friend
No justice no peace

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I heard some call me as I wandered down market street and turned and it was her, hair in a puff no make-up seemingly like God knew I needed someone and somewhere so he sent her. She asked me where I was staying and it took months before I told her I had been homeless up until that moment. it wasn’t like a match made in heaven but she opened me to experiences I had never had. It really pains me to write this but I feel as though it needs to be addressed. We drank together and argued almost every moment of the day. Until one day i decided to leave. and i left and met another woman who was amazing and who i truly fell in love with. we were so comfortable around each other it made no sense. I was on the run from probation at the time and they came to her house thanks to my ex I sat 4 months and i was released. Skip 14 months and I’m in a Florida prison facing charges that are the result of insurance fraud and if i didn’t get out i would’ve spent the rest of my life there. Unbeknownst to myself EVERYBODY I loved or called a friend brother or family: Knew. I was charged with a DUI and a simple resisting arrest. She allowed me to drive a rental car that was under her sisters military insurance that the police report documented as totaled that according to State law if you are driving a rental vehicle that doesn’t belong to you, even if you were given consent to drive said vehicle IF that consent was forced or given out of fear you can be charged with grand theft auto.depending on the value of the car and the damages done to said vehicle. 750.00$ but valued under 20,000$: Third degree-5 years in prison.
Valued at 20,000$ or more but below 100,000$ 15 years in prison. the particular vehicle i was driving according to said police report was valued OVER 100,000$ and qualified me for the maximum penalty of a whopping 30 years. Family reluctantly posted my bond and upon uncovering this information left me in my current state being the enemy of america. I have kept silent for quite some time now but the justice system contiues its illegal and unrelenting assault. This woman I was engaged to was involved in a usaa insurance fraud ring and I know all about it.

Dear Unsealed,
Do we know of tomorrow?
What is our fate
Before it is too late?
We step into the sorrow
Of tomorrow
From today
From yesterday
You look at me.
You look at the sea,
The ocean,
The mountains so high,
I ask why,
Why are we being forced to hate?
Stop the hate,
Before it’s too late!
Redundancy of words
As we slip into the absurd
Emotions run wild
Into streams of confusion of a style
Of rhetoric that bleeds
Society, all the while
The rich smile
Laughing at us as we walk a mile
To nowhere.
I swear,
We all will see the truth.
We will be uncouth.
We all need to look inside our heart
To make a fresh start
We will crowd into hiding places
Without traces
To drink our coffee,
Our weed,
Our liquor,
Our drinks of illusion
Within illusions
Of whom we are as coffers
And seeds
Of destruction of time and space
As we know it to be.
We see the sea.
We see the ocean.
We see the notion
Of the weaker
Rich souls of dark liquor
Of weaker not thicker
Illusions created by the rich
To throw the poor in a ditch
Is not what you believe
Cause you all were deceived.
Until the rocket launches,
Until the seeds we sowed,
In the soil of Earth
As human beings of birth
Life and death.
Wealth is an illusion too,
As I do intend to make them blue
As we all learn lessons of life
As our souls will strive
To feel the light,
To feel alive,
As we travel through time and space
Of life of advice,
To live again,
To love again.
We will win the game,
Of chess
In the mess
Of change of the rich
Ditch
The poor
As prices soar.
I personally will have faith to pray
To the universe of omnipotent love and sunshine days
To come
Under the sun.
I write as my thoughts flow
With my brain spewing thoughts into word
To flow
To sow seeds
Of high not low
Concepts of truth,
We will sigh,
How did we fall for the lie?
The sun shines beyond the rainbow
Of clouds and space.
The time rhymes
With love, joy, and peace,
After the dark clouds go away
As we release
The dark to greet the light
Of the day
Along the way
Of life’s highway
Lights shine through darkness.
What is,
What was,
Is now what is,
Cause
Life goes on.
Peace to carry on!
Carry a torch to spread our light,
So bright,
Into the night
Breathe!

Art, visual art, phography, AI creations
Are all being used to show support
For the massacres of a peoples
Whose homes destruct
Under the sieges
Of bombs,
Drones,
Death,
At,
At the
Hand of
Oppressors,
Colonizers, thieves,
Manipulators, power hungry
For what’s not theirs to have,
But their backing, support permits
Them what no other’s assent mobilizes.
Out of the ruins
An angel rises,
Soars freely,
Peacefully seeking
The innocent souls
Whose lives were
Violently stripped
Cries of injustice
Surge with each
Blast, that’s a death
Knell on family trees.
How do we explain
This terror to babes?
Whose losses are
Insurmountable in oscillation between extremes:
Trauma, loss, violence they’ve
Experienced sooo young.
Do we brush it off?
Do we succumb?
Do we survive?
Do we live
Happily?
Sadly?
No
No
No