October 6, 2012  ¤  Listed in : Jose Ocampo - Poetry

I’ve seen the stars, moon and sun yet none compare to this darkness in my life.

The seasons came, the seasons went, pages out my calendar falling as leafs on an autumn tree.

I stop to wonder, God when will it end?

As I imagine myself sitting on a beach staring at an endless sea.

That seems to never end, just as my years in here have been.

I look myself in the mirror and see images of my life.

I’m no longer the young man I once used to be.

My loving mother and father shrinking on

February 1, 2012  ¤  Listed in : Robert Brown - Poetry

Something fantastic is,

what I’m triggering.
Reality is better than,

fantasizing and wishing.
Life is tocking non-stop,

and ticking.
Spice it up and get with,

a person who giving –
All they can and got,

just trying to be heard.
All they say and feel cuz,

February 1, 2012  ¤  Listed in : Robert Brown - Poetry

I float close by,

so far away.
I hope to take a piece,

of your heart someday.
To remain in your memories,

stored and locked away.
You can forever claim a friend in me,

just walk my way.
Its dark, but try to,

see me with blind trust.
Its not my intention,

December 29, 2011  ¤  Listed in : Ruben Cardenas - Stories

I wish I could tell you I had a wonderful childhood, but that would be a lie. The only wonderful thing about it was; how hard our single mother fought to provide for us five kids the best she could. Everyday growing up was a struggle and a battle for survival, and times were always hard. But through it all she never gave up.

At age seven my mother was taken away from us kids by the prison system, so I had to grow up fast. I was lost in a world of pure madness and I became an outcast, too shy to make friends, and I never found a place in school, all the work was too hard for me to learn and no one cared enough to teach me. I started to run the streets because I had nowhere else to turn. My first arrest came when I was only ten, a few more soon followed. I bounced around in the juvenile system from one place to another. No one seemed to notice me, the schools passed me from one grade

December 29, 2011  ¤  Listed in : Ruben Cardenas - Poetry

December 29, 2011  ¤  Listed in : Ruben Cardenas - Blog

Here you find me dropping you these few lines to put a smile across your face, and joy in your day. With the hope that as you read this letter, your within the best of health and spirit, and in the tender grace of The Creator.

If you would like to get to know me and establish a line of communication between us, you must first know this; I’m a very open and upfront person and I will want from you a degree of honesty and openness that may make you feel vulnerable or uncomfortable, yet its important that we can express ourselves without fear of judgment or rejection. I want you to keep it real with me and not hold back, because its okay to talk or ask about anything and I will

November 14, 2011  ¤  Listed in : Hewritt Dixon - Poetry

I’m like Cuervo Black…smooth and dark.
I’m like the muddy waters of the mighty Mississippi.
You can’t see whats beneath it, but a world of activity is going on deep down below.
Yeah, I’m black like that!

I’m like a black hole…that “void” they say exists in space.
Others have tried to rob me of my identity.
I wonder if they even see me at all.
Yeah, I’m black like that!

The wealth of this country is due to the sweat of my brow,
and the strength of my back.