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Step into the mind of Kenneth Ortiz as he reveals his inner most personal thoughts of everyday life, hatred, love, others perception, and self worth, in his first collection of poems.
Walking Through the Parallel Of An Individual Cell: Hatred
is a roller coaster of emotion that sparks everything from anger to tears to happiness. At times it even makes you feel as if your soul is revealing itself to you. A must read for everyone to know that you are not alone in the world, even though you may be by yourself at the time, and for those who seek meaning within themselves.
Below are sample poems from the book.
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1st Impression
I am a sad clown
I live with an internal frown
When people first look into my eyes
All they see is an evil demise
Someone they can’t take serious
To them my intelligence is oblivious
So I act the fool
Just to be cool
For if they only knew
Anything about me
They would see
That I am nothing what I appear to be
I am a gentle soul
Living in a hole
Awaiting the day that I can be let out
And greet the world with a shout
I am very humble
Please remove me from that label
That everyone thinks of me
Please give me a chance and get to know me
Take Another Look
When you look into my eyes
What do you see?
Do you see me?
Or do you see what you wanna see?
Do you see the man that I am trying to be?
Or do you see what everyone else seems to see?
Maybe if you took another look
A deeper look
You would see what I’m trying to show
And not see the image of what other people think they know
Ambition
I hate having to wake up in the mornin’
I find this job so fuckin’ borin’
I’m not a hater
But deep down inside I know I am destined for much greater
I wish I was a millionaire
So for money I would not have to care
To make ends meat
And my head I wouldn’t have to beat
I truly hope I’m successful as a writer
So my pockets can get fatter
‘Cause with my life this is what I wanna do
As a living I think it would be cool
But it’s a long time to I get there
So this job I do have to bear
‘Cause I need to put food on the table
At least until I am able
To prevail in the profession I choose
On my dream I will not snooze
Forever 27
I’m two years past due
To be part of a click
That’s in a class of their own
They were wild and courageous
To let their anger out
For the masses can see
The torture they were in
Living their life in drug infestation
To calm the demons that was within
Two years past
Since I could be in that class
Sometimes I wish I could be with my brethren
But now that I look back on how I used to live
As I try to sober up
Maybe its better that I’m here
There is so much I need to get straight
I just hope my life will persevere
Front Liner
The one at the foot of the stage
The one that stimulates the crowd
The one that pumps life into the night
The one that all eyes are on
The one that fills their minds with visions of my intellect
The one that mesmerizes the sinister in their souls
The great orgy maker
The one that lives and dies all in one night
The one that has everyone at bay
That’s what I’ll be one day
Purpose
I can’t believe that I made it this far in my life
I thought by now I would be dead
With all the liquor I’ve drank
All the cigarettes I have smoked
And all the pills I popped
I’ve o/ded so many times
Landing me in the hospital twice
One time was in ICU
But now all that has stopped
I’m not the person I once was
I’m living on barrowed time
This life is not of my own
I’m still here for a purpose
But what it is
I do not know
Time will tell what the future holds
I guess I just have to see how my life unfolds
You can also visit my personal page which is my first friend in my top friends list to get to know me a little better and to read more poems from this book.
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