Judge And Juror

June 1, 2013

I have kept my mind in wonders why humanity love'm, bringing'm down feelings of others... Conserved myself deep in thought thinking of whats in accomplishment over verbal destruction moral deification personal lives at stake... Would it be satisfaction that raises over ridicule of others in public humanly humiliation... Or is it self imposed insecurities that governs them in secrecy to be ignorant to facts that feelings are to be played with erroneously speaking... Lord knows that imperfections are traits that are implemented into mankind and without them what would that make us out to be... Animals, savages, heartless beast don't give'm a care in the world for harm committed onto others like if they themselves were God gifts to a planet filled with inferno purgatory... Lookers stand in ovation watching infiltration business's never pertaining to them... On any given date and time all shall be asked who were we to judge others for sins that don't even pertain to oneself in reality... Try to take my livelihood without an opportunity for survival in this world that is oppressive enough without you judging me... In the depths of hell I pray to God that we meet someday, true judge and juror Jesus taketh your soul watch'm slay... Mercy onto you for your day should soon come your way and in the eyes of our juror you shall be judged in every way...

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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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