What I’ve learned at the yield sign

The yield sign holds more knowledge than a thousand books.

Has hard as loving someone can be, it’s easier to stay.

Love is an opiate to some, nothing more than a addiction. Some will say they love you without ever loving you, it’s all about your response feeding their emotional need.

If someone says they miss you and yet can’t find the time for you, believe they don’t miss you enough.

Waiting until your ready(in some cases), may be to late.

Every moment leaves an impression, creates in us something new or rebirths something old.

For every wrinkle diminished a new one shows.

People believe without gods or goddess they will be truly free,

every war is because of a god and will cease if god is eradicated,

but who told you that? The same assemblies that created the wars, the hatreds, the poverties, the injustices, and has turned people into commodities?

Caged birds sing as the uncaged bird does.

The person who robs the corner store is less of a threat than the political thief, a well dressed criminal by whom we are taught is the lesser evil and yet is the greatest criminal of all. Not all thieves carry weapons, some hold pens.

What you have been told is nothing compared to what you will learn.

Some poetry is written by dead men/woman and yet holds more life than the living poets word.

I have found more life in the dying than in the living.

There’s always a part of the story you don’t know.

The wise remain silent..until..

Forgiveness is never about the other person. Forgiveness is about you, freeing yourself from anger, from bitterness and darkness. Bitterness, anger and vengeance create according to their own seed and show themselves through illnesses(of both body and soul).

No one is worth that.

When someone hurts you, if not dealt with that pain stays and will only recreate itself in someone else’s life, hurting that one person you may truly care about. You can’t meme an emotion away,

you can’t sleep it away

you can’t distract it away

you will become that hurt.

Dealing with it is the only way through.

Accountability is lost.

People leave.

Life goes on.

Balanced on strings

“There will come and day when politicians, and corporations will own the body, soul and minds of men/women. We will welcome these new profiteers in the name of humanism.”

The sky had closed her doors,

the sun fell

the coldness of the ground remained.

The wings of an angel had turned to stone,


mercy hid her face,

the ledge held a constant beckoning sorrow


none could hear,

all had escaped through the backdoor

the foot planted on stones of hypocrisy.

Consumed by lust

drowning in knowledge,

at the turning of a page

men/women burned in hatred one toward another

holding a self proclaimed banner of righteousness


the judge has lowered the hammer,

the beggar has turned over the plate,

the storm has hidden the thunder,

the sea refuses calm turning only in constant rage,


the raven dried up her wing,

laid bare among bones

refusing to bargain any longer.

All have sold their




and have been left to the profiteers.

Love, the madness of sanity


the coldness of a fires rage.


The toxicity of pureness.


The madness of sanity.

A mix of heaven and hell

bursting forth from the same body,

hell has driven her to sanity


heaven has poured into her madness.


A drug for the addicts heart

desperate to fill a wound,

angels play with demons

demons play angels,

the fool

in his/her wisdom has loved both and cheated self for one more high.

And so she sat before sanity and madness to bargain one last time.