Peril

June 1, 2013

For if it were not for my vest I would not feel this false sense of security, I would have gotten shot in my chest crack my sternum causing damages to my internal being... Truth to the matter we all were born to die someday, for my soul I shall pray long and hard looking for my forgiveness... As I look around me the world seems to be in peril, little do we know we live our lives filled with unimaginable worries... It is like the calm before the storm that shall hit this world in an up roar, devastation upon this land filled with envy... Given a life that can be taken abruptly, easily stuck within these walls dealing with all these overwhelming reflections... For if I was given a chance to try to make any changes, I would have started with poverty just to extinguish this bitter of all feelings... I have survived by faith because this government does not give a damn about me, their only care is about my hard work currency... Who ever said Uncle Sam was a relative of mine, for they only love sending the children of mothers out to war just to watch them bleed crimes against humanity... Sad to say many have passed away for reasons unknown of why the world is at war... We seem to be surrounded by unmarked graves, we live in silence as governmental slaves with no signs of purity left upon in fate... I would love to find the peace within me just to ease the man in me, for maybe then I can say I have found my very own piece of serenity... For it appears I live to suffer, if not I would have died of hunger searching for my means in a world filled with uncertainties...

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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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