Hey y’all just wanted to share something I wrote awhile ago. This is an old poem but still relevant I think . With that in mind I invite y’all to kick back, relax and enjoy my writing.
A quarter, nickel, penny and dime. Clinking reminders of far different times. Back when I subjected myself to emotional abuse. When I lived eating ramen and soup kitchen food. I got ink on my wrist with money scraped up. A one word reminder of how I refuse to give up. Hupernikao, unconquerable soul.
A quarter, nickel, penny and dime. Drilled through reminders to stay humble and kind. Things got better for me but I had to wait. Stayed up packing boxes with memories inside. Late night walks and gas station coffee, wondering in a year who it is I’d see.
Would it be a man I knew? Or a man who recognized his flaws and instead….He grew. So now here I sit, whiskey and thought with pad and a pen. Painting a picture with words of a now different man,
A quarter, nickel, penny and dime. Sarcastically keen wit with a mind bent on rhyme. Rap music echoes inside of my head, let them read written word and peer into my mind. Sometimes all you need is a quarter, nickel, penny, and dime.
Holy Water, Burning Man 