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Dreams & Wishes

Rolando Rosario — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 13:19:49 +0000

I no longer spend my days awake hammering at keyboard keys.
I may have given up on my simpler dreams,
of being the one thing that I dreamed.
I seldom lay awake at night and think of what I use to be.
The kid with many little means,
who never gave up on his dreams.
And reflect on who I am now.
A dreamless man, a hopeless clown.
My ferocious growl has now calmed down.
And I just mutter to myself now.

I think back to when I was more naive.
When anything I dreamed could be achieved.
And I find myself flushed and out of wind.
Just wishing I could be that naive again.

Thought of The Day

Rolando Rosario — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 13:44:12 +0000

Never give up on yourself. Even if your dropped by everyone else.

Complications of Love

Rolando Rosario — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 02:19:12 +0000

Leave me to my own advances,
The disenchantment of failed romances.
I felt her thoughts, I felt the passion.
But friends and lovers are out of fashion.
Feelings are a thing for masking.
You hold those questions you feel like asking.
You wish there was an easier way,
To say the things you want to say.
And this crush can hold some complications,
But you know its your obligation.
To say a prayer, remove your mask,
And ask the things you wish to ask.

Daughter Of The Fallen

Rolando Rosario — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 17:30:56 +0000

Fathers drinking in the Kitchen,
And mothers crying in the living room.
I am constantly praying,
Hoping death comes and takes them soon.

Life holds nothing new for them,
They fight the same bout everyday.
Mother acts oblivious.
And father drinks the pain away.

I find myself feeling betrayed.
Is this the way a child’s raised?
I hope they can finally find happiness,
When their both dead and decayed.

And one day I will escape from this.
This gloom, regret, and hopelessness.
And one day my life will be seen as,
A much better one than my parents had.

Thought of The Day

Rolando Rosario — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 23:08:27 +0000

Never say never
And never use forever.
Those are the words of the wise.
But what words do you use when you know love will not die?
What words can you use to express something that will stand the test of time?
What metaphor or folklore can express a love that’s strong?
And what line of grace, can help you save face, if you end up to be wrong?

Writers Block

Rolando Rosario — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 21:20:12 +0000

My mind is blank,
My eyes are faint,
And the words still yet to come.

I wait,
I wonder,
My mines a blunder,
And the words still yet to come.

I Sit,
I Sigh,
I watch the day slip by,
And the words still yet to come.

I drink,
I sleep,
I wake up to leak,
And as I look into the bathroom sink,…
The words begin to come.

A Short Oath To Music

Rolando Rosario — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 19:50:35 +0000

Sometimes the right song plays at the right moment with the right feeling taking over you. I am emotionally attached to music as I think we all are. For it is only a song that can express your emotions as no other art form can. It is only a song that people refer to as being exactly how they feel. And when the right song plays at the right moment it can be life changing.

Two hearts can fall in love, a soul that is lost can be found, strength, happiness, forgiveness, sadness, sex, and remorse can all be found in a song. A thought or expression can be broadcasted to millions with the power of music. A companion for life’s everyday victories and defeats. Music is a melody full of memories with a harmonizing ability to help forget the bad notes.

A song can spark a nation, bring awareness, or simply mend a broken heart. Music truly has no limits no matter what genre, what format, what language or what level of listeners it has. It only takes one set of ears to be affected by one song. It only takes one artist making a connection with one listener for music to matter. Music is the beat of life. Everything has a sound, everything makes noise, everything makes music.

WINTER

Rolando Rosario — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 17:24:34 +0000

WINTER

I lost my soul to the cold.
She was a bitter frosty girl.
Her shoulder colder than Minnesota.
Her pupils an icy swirl.

Lips of neon, breath of Freon.
And a jagged tongue of ice.
Hypothermia fills my cornea.
And the chills began to bite.

She once was Summer, Than fell to Spring.
Turned to Fall, and now she’s Winter.
I still search for the warmth she once had,
The sunny days I still remember.

Thought of the day

Rolando Rosario — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 00:53:00 +0000

Even if your always not a winner. Make sure that you are always a contender.

THE RAPTURE

Rolando Rosario — Sat, 21 May 2011 13:06:56 +0000

Welcome to the final hours of the apocalypse. It is time to see what really matters when time is truly of the essence. When twenty-four hours fades into twelve hours and that handful of places that you once had to be all mesh into one.
Will where you go?. Will you spend your final hours with a group of friends and family, will you spend them alone, or will you spend them with that one person who means more to you than the world itself?
Will you trap yourself in a moment of fear as the last minutes tick into seconds, or will nothing else matter but that moment and the rest of the world can go F itself like it’s already doing. In a moment your life can change as the old saying goes and this happens to people everyday, whether for good or bad, whether a huge tragedy or a mere inconvenience, whether a moment of happiness or a lifetime of pleasure our life’s can change within seconds. And if it so happens to change today, and the world truly does become a place of its former self. I wish to all that survive to refrain from being as ugly as the world maybe. I hope that you think back to your moments before the end and that they were wonderful.

I hope that boy had finally shed is fears and declared his love for the girl next door. I hope that man stuck between two loves, his job and his family made the right decision. I hope that married couple who had been together forever got to lay in bed and hold each other one last time. And I hope that you, you reading this have found your happiness. If the world does not end today than I hope that this has scarred enough fear out of you to live life. Tell that girl that you love her, drop the job that does not matter and pursue your dreams, open your eyes to new experiences and indulge them before its too late. Time is not guaranteed, and I would hate to see you place things for a later date that may never come. So live for today, and not an unpromised tomorrow.

Thought Of The Day

Rolando Rosario — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 03:14:25 +0000

Time is something not to be cherished, but to be spent wisely.

@)!!

Rolando Rosario — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 05:59:20 +0000

Another year lost causes you to reflect on the past. What could you have done to make this year a little better. What could you have done to make this year and past years a little more successful. The ending of a year is like the ending of a chapter. It is exciting in a perspective to see what the next chapter will bring, but it is unsettling when you think about all the chapters you have already passed and what their conclusions were.

Depression comes with a new year. You think about the time you wasted, the time you are wasting and it demolishes you. You become a little fixated on the past until you realize there is a future. There is still a chapter you have not written. There is still a fresh sheet of unmarked paper in front of you. The title reads 2011, but it is up to you to fill the rest of the pages. The question now is how will you feel in 2011. Will you once again look back in remorse before shrugging it off and moving ahead? Or will there be no need for remorse? Will the only thing on your mind be conquering the chapter ahead reading 2012 as you did 2011’s?

AT MY FUNERAL

Rolando Rosario — Wed, 15 Dec 2010 02:28:57 +0000

I do not want to fade away. But I am already gone. I am the wind that whispers as you slumber. I am the moment that you remember that causes you to smile. I am a moment in time that you wish you can relive but you never can. The sun will still rise tomorrow and the moon will still take over that night, but I will not return. I am gone, but I still live within you. My heart may no longer beat, and my lungs may no longer breath, but I still live inside you. I may no longer write. My words may no longer be heard or read, but hopefully what I leave behind is still cherished, still adored. I never wanted much from life. I just wanted the chance to live free, the chance to be read, and the chance to breath. I hope I fulfilled my wishes. Goodbye and God bless.

THE EVOLUTION OF MAN

Rolando Rosario — Sun, 05 Dec 2010 01:00:17 +0000

My pants once sagged below my waste catered by a belt and firearm. I once thought that life ended at twenty one. I once believed in easy money. I once believed that guerillas only win. But what I have come to realize like many other young people will once their thoughts become ripened. Once they realize what is bullshit, and once they are able to separate it from what really matters. They will realize that everything is bullshit. A piece of mind is something that cannot be brought. It cannot be borrowed, or stolen.

To be able to shed yourself. To come from behind the toys you once used to define you. The clothes you wore and the slang you used. Many people never grow. They never mature and stay trapped in an unflattering place. We all have seen the old nigger on the corner. The forty year old, dressed like a eighteen year old, with mind of a sixteen year old. The word Nigga is either the introduction or conclusion to all his sentences, and profanities fill in the gaps. He is the man we all laugh at. The man that when we are young we vow to not become and we are older we pity. He is the man that will die and nobody will notice because another will take his place. Ignorance is his captive. The lack of wanting more and the enthusiasm to pursue it is his handicap. He is the fail of evolution.

To evolve is to grow. To evolve is to take the things you experience, the things you witness and apply them to your person. Maturity comes with righteous thinking. You must attack a situation, a problem, or just everyday life with intelligence. Aggression will get you nothing more than sore fist and an aching brow. This is no longer a country of stone throwing cave men or slug shooting cowboys. We have evolved. Only the animals still show their teeth and fight with their fist. We are an age of lawyers and lawsuits. We have armed ourselves with camcorders and camera phones to capture our assailants and subject them to capital punishment. The people still take the law into their hands at times. They still find themselves wrestling in the wild now and again. But when the dust settles and the smoke clears, they take that experience and they evolve from it.

Black President, White America

Rolando Rosario — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 21:46:49 +0000

I sit alone on a cloud over looking the world. The air is still and the night is quiet. All the eyes in the world hold golden slumbers but mines. I stay awake as the worlds worries. I am the cannon ball of a country as it dives into troubled waters. I am the storm that creeps in discouraging the big black ship of hope. That search and rescue vessel you voted your prayers on to save you. I am the white thunder and lightning who enhances the storm. The captain seems beaten now. He has battled this storm for two long years and with every inch he gains a piece of his vessel was lost. A piece of himself.
Before he embarked on this journey he was already at a lost. His age, his experience were all scrutinized. And I was the one that did it. I was the pictures of a Muslim and the questions with no answers. I was the big racist remark in the room that nobody said but everyone thought of. I was a old white house with no wish on being coated a new shade of black. I was set in my ways. They may not have been ways that necessarily work, but they were my ways none the less.
Now I am still the same stubborn image that refuses to change. I am a legacy of white wigs and red blood. I am a legacy of paper and ink, a legacy of famous quotes and one liners that rattled a nation. The revolution will not be televised, and neither will change. For the one soul who believed he could venture out and save those under water. Who believed he could bring a new way.
Hello,……..I am America.

Thought of the Day

Rolando Rosario — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 02:32:18 +0000

The world is slowly going illiterate. And not by force but by choice.

FALL OF A NATION

Rolando Rosario — Sun, 25 Jul 2010 22:49:58 +0000

The crowd roared for answers.The people, the people finally stood up for something.They finally stopped being stepped on and spit at. This dictatorial of democracy was nothing more than a reign of corruption.They all knew that their politics, their state, city, and town representatives where all BS. Hungry rabid dogs who ate from the hands of bribery and shit the remains on the people.Tax hikes, pay cut’s, job losses, all plagued which was once such a profitable and happy community.
At one time the people of this land held their heads high. They looked upon one another as a friend working towards the same goal. But those days have long deceased and the back handing from the government, the congress, the city, and state has left the once humble streets a war zone.
Families blunder and kill, not for riches or from insanity. But for food and water. The average man now travels to one of the few jobs available no longer with a briefcase and coffee cup, but a prayer and firearm. I have witnessed the changes in our community first hand. A downwards spiral that suppresses us and continues to do so. A man is only limited by his vision, and ours is dimming. The whole world is becoming the dim dark place that I always perceived it was, it is just that now every one else can see it. I guess at one time a world like this will be of the norm. The babies of now will have babies of then that will be raised in unforgiving times.For the next generation that inherits the bull shit of this one.Please, let me be the first to apologize.

CONCRETE CONFINEMENT

Rolando Rosario — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 15:19:55 +0000

I place my deepest thoughts on this paper, hoping somebody reads it.
Put my life out there like a spectacle, hoping somebody sees it.
I envision all the tension not shown on television.
People struggling to the end to just wind up at the beginning.
The whole world needs an intervention.
See my brother as an ally instead of competition.
I’ve been blessed with a world of flaws.
A world with many closed doors for you and yours living life poor.
Shots in the air, empty shells on the floor.
How can our country go to Iraq with these internal wars.
Racism, fascism, the blacks the hell with them.
That’s the words from the mouth of these government dogs.
Would you life your life for nothing?
Or would you die for a cause?
I see lives lost everyday.
, over bitches, weed, and Alize.
Even heard one about a video game.
It use to be bitches, Jordan’s and cocaine.
Before that bitches, heroin and gold chains.
For a food stamp now get a slug to the brain.
There’s no signs of a hero.
There’s no signs of a change.
We must be self productive if we wish to sustain.

Thought Of The Day

Rolando Rosario — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 23:15:50 +0000

Pursue your dreams. For without dreams all you are left with is a nightmarish reality.

Thought of the Day

Rolando Rosario — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 01:09:18 +0000

For the world never fears a loser, until he truly has nothing left to lose. And the world cherishes a winner only until they find them human.