now im parting that mother-furking sea...bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????!!!!!

I used to work miracles
turning days into nights
and nights to water
the type that flows
through crowded city blocks
hot from the mid day summer sun
touching the souls of the hopeless middle class
and ciphering the sweat of the upper east siders
relocated myself
down under the manhattan bridge overpass
and slowly and triumphantly
paraded myself down labor day way
to the hustlers
atlantic ocean swindlers
and I poured myself
over the bushes
and the strands
and the high heights
and then all the way to the heads of the sheep in the bay
now watch my water boil
watch our water boil
now watch and wait for the moment
that our miracles happens.

casual encounters and missed connections

I find
myself
saying
goodbye
oh so
mellow.
more so
then grand (overstated and uncomplicated)
hellos
the hey!
hello!
how are
yous come
minus
genuine
sentiment
of course
that shared
moment
isn't
there now

that special person just isn't here now

Taking back human rights...right?

i'm living in that moment
now
that place where ideas collide
with reality viewed in slow motion
i collide with that moment
right now
as i smile at religions
and creeds
and idols
...yea they're funny
american idols that is
akward moments wrapped
around unheard sounds
my america.
my akward american moments
come wrapped and vacuum packed
sans the freshness.
i am long past my expiration date
so i decide
proudly
within the gaze of their all seeing eye
to live in that moment
in my reality
wrapped in my ideas.

The.Revival.07

Poem #3

I gather up
each sound
you left behind
and stretch them
on our bed.
>>>each nite
I breathe you
and become high.

>>>Sonia Sanchez<<<