Poetry

Ever since I stepped out the pen,
I nose dived back in that reality again.
So it’s easy to see why I relax the mind with paper and pen,
I guess it’s the therapeutic strokes I make on these empty pages as I exhale the stress in the wind.
They say life is a ride and we should try to enjoy it… “but” right now I’m at the point where I just wanna pause it,
I can’t afford to play the game until I remove the skeletons from my closet.
Real recognize real… because I can see a lot of soldiers fight thru the struggle… problem is… no one takes the time to fit the pieces to their own puzzle.
“As for me“… I just wanna make mama proud enough to smile like she did in those days she use to cuddle me,
That’s why I’m revising my life strategies and taking life with more subtlety.
I can’t afford to lose… I can’t afford to cruise… thru life without realizing; I got a shorter fuse.
From the dirt to the mud,
From the drank… to the bud,
Somewhere in between… I almost drowned in the flood.
But I survived; and luckily I can keep moving forward again, and that’s why I thank god for the love of expression… just so I can keep from holding it in.

Alex Perez 2013