thas what i call really GOOD!!! i feel that poem.

yes, those are some of my poems i had written around two days ago, but yeh hit me up with comments on how they sound and everything ok, aiight this be Lenin aka SangRio aiight Get At Me ma peoples

5 Alive is all i know!!!

i had a dream, way too long ago, sensing there was issue with me breakin in and love no more. and i could tell it was beautifull, that single rose, just that one rose i saw so beautifull.
so i get closer to it, trying to see if i can hold it, something strong yet soft to express, something liable yet confess, i was type eager to just see what i was dreaming about, come true life was hittin it and all i saw was petals fall

this is so wierd to me, when all i see was killing me, got closer but was dying see, the closer i got the more it drove off, and yes i tried my best to reach that goal and feel the softness of the petals, feel the stem, touch the heart and smell it from love

all i could do to it more was kill it softly, just like if i was poisening the matter with my presence no more blessing, and then i wonder what could be more that i was causing damage, and when i noted it died out yes i woke up crying, its just not fair that it had died, and i was pouring out, i was just sad not to the fact but i was blasting out, maybe i was a little kid alone to be just 9, and to this day i couldnt even find that rhyme

so on i go to wonder off i held my head up high, but when i see a rose i felt like getting close to die, but i dont want to cause more pain so i just hop off back, the memory of love had hit me hard and thats one damn fact

came to think of it, i wonder what that meant, could it mean love was dying out, or life just bent, i had no clue to what that dying rose symbolise, but i do know one thing, everytime i think about it i want to cry, i just cant, i dont know how, i never found that out, but when i think about that rose my family comes right out, my mind is blazing, i start shaking, trembleling in fear, and as the years go by cant face it but my fams werent near

i saw the break down of my family with no regrets, i had no doubt i wanted to hide that **** but somehow i refused to believe it, truth is, my family was that dying rose, and i was the suspect to kill that defenceless victim.......damn

Lenin aka SangRio
Get At Me
5 Alive!!!

Yes to me and expression of Depression, to accept the damn facts of my defects so i recall to be aggressive, too many altercations came up to my division, and self infliction dark devotion and life distinction, distortion like abstract that i cannot understand, why in this damn world did i fall to rise again, to leave out this world infants, this is a calling, to regret my birth is something i always wanted, but why should i reject God's gift for me to live and die, when in fact i had many choices to rise again and fly, to stop myself from crying, and to focus on one spot, and this is why i say that poetry is of this part, poetry expression, division of my defects so i recall to complain again, yes but i choose to live with pain.....Amen

Lenin aka SangRio
Get At Me
5 Alive!!!