Awaiting Thunder

June 1, 2013

At times I feel like I am in search for myself to find peace instead of all this reckoning that lingers within this restless soul of mine... My spirit is looking high and low for it feels like I am out of control with furious animosity... Poverty stricken being broke is like a vicious disease, hot like fire must be the demons burning up rising the fever inside of me... I fight to keep myself straight on the edge, for the animal in me I have tamed holding back the savage filled with infuriated curiosity... It is a hard filled life trying to keep my eyesight on this long strained path awaiting the journey laying before me... Keeping focused living for my reality stuck with this mentality, I must contain it as I cage it soothing the beast raised anomalistically... For many times I feel like death is calling out to me, listening to an echo speaking whispering out my name that no one can hear but me... Feeling my heart palpitates rapidly as if it was giving up on me, I sit in silence as I await thunder to strike from this black cloud hovering above me... Would it be my fate to walk through the pearly gates on the day of my inconceivable grievance, as I sit and wait for the day my spirit is leaving this earthly abyss I live in...

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Iz Da Realist Poet

Raised in the midst of a housing complex was never an easy task for IzyC. For as long as Ismael Cruz, Jr. can remember, he has always used his artistic abilities to escape into a fantasy realm. His parents tried their best to give him some form of serenity within their household, even if his rebellious side kept telling him he did not fit in. Being around a violent drug-filled community was a survival within its own where most of the friends you once knew were buried in dirt at such an early age. Even as a child Ismael has always dreamt of a peaceful place where a hammock and watching the sun settle in the horizon was the vision, his story was far from what he would dream of, unfortunately. Ismael was raised into a man who has seen, felt, struggled and endured heart-breaking pain. He has fought without ever giving up an inch for his own beliefs setting himself free from shattered visions. He has written Diary of Poems to express feelings and experiences in the life he has seen. He continues to reach hoping to someday teach others of the positives life can have in the negatives thrown in our direction daily. Certainly hoping these realistic writings would make a difference to you as it has done for him.

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Iz Da Realist PoetJun 1, 2013

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