6 Train Philosophy

As my cloudy day begins,
I am greeted by frowns so grim.
My own smile itself begins to wane, because
People on the 6 displaying sorrow and blind pain.
As I look upon their faces
I see quarrel and frustration,
Not a smile nor a peep,
just echoes of iPod Shuffles speak.

A melancholy visage switches
from train carts as if instinctive;
He begs for money for nutrition,
A pungent smell oozes from his britches.
Empty faces stare appalled,
that he would bother them at all.
People put their noses to their collars,
No one dares to give a dollar.

But I can't help but crack a smile in the midst of all this, while
I know something that they don't,
See the beauty that they won't
even give the time of day
to admire or appreciate.

I know many ugly truths,
have been exposed to them since youth.
Know that money rules the masses.
Of the hypocracy at masses.
That love and hate can hurt the same.
Living in the past you must refrain.
That what you love you must set free.
And that many won't believe for me.

But with all this in my mind,
I just chill and just unwind.
Life surprises to us brings,
From time to time we all see things.
And these things will be of both:
Of the Happy and Pejorative scope.

And with death we'll all elope,
via heartbreak, accident, murder or a stroke.

But why focus on the fall,
when the rise itself was worth it all?

So I'll just kick back and relax,
and enjoy this proverbial rollercoaster ride.
Or in my case, the 6 train via the East Side.
I won't say live each day like your last,
instead live each day and be grateful that you have.

For when I stop living and enjoying life-
that's the day I truly would have died.

Hey Girl: What Mean Say and What They Wish They Could

"Hey Girl!
You know looking mad good.
Just had to take some time out to scream:
'god bless you.'
Hey-why you being mad rude?
You better look at me when I'm talking to you!
You know you want me, you know you like my swag.
I got a couple of big things, but I don't mean to brag..."

"Chacho Mami,
Que maldito fundillo.
Tu no sabes la cosas te pasaran si te agarro yo y mi corrillo.
Pero que te bendiga dios,
Por darte ese cuerpo tan deseable.
Tu sabes que tu quieres que yo en la cama te amarre."

"Diablo Maldita!
Tu ere una asarosa por adondar en esa ropa.
Y si tu fueras mi mujer, yo te diera un par de cosas.
Pues ven a mi, que soy un papi dominicano,
Y no te asombres cuando te agarre tu manos."

Pero quiziera decirte que si me das lo que yo quiero nunca te pudiera dar placer.
Que ni por un momento a ti te sera fiel.
Te diciera cosas que Romeo a Julieta le conto,
Pero ni pudieras saber cuanto corazones este hombre rompio.

Me encanta la mujeres, coquistarlas mi juego favorito.
Y cojo mucho placer en saber que me consideran el joven mas chulito.
El amo para mi no es nada mas que una accion.
Y ha tenido tantas parejas, suficiente para un avion.

Y no te puedo decir que soy mas que un cobarde.
Que no amo por mi miedo, y que nunca a otra persona le hacido muy honesto.
Comenzo con mi papa, que no tuvo a mi lado,
Y despues con mi mama, que ni conmigo pasaba rato.
Entonces a si yo me crei, persiguendo cuerpos no personas.
Viviendo cada minuto por el sexo, pero amado ni una hora.

So hey girl,
It be best for you if you just keep on walking by.
Cuz all I got to offer you is destruction and sleepless nights.
I would make you many promises of love, but the only love i could ever show
is that of a drunkard to a pub.
I wish I could treat you with respect and the admiration you deserve.
Find your beauty when its hiding,
Make you calm when you're unnerved.
But all I can do is stare,yell things at you and attack you.
I have to act like animal,
Because my "manhood" says I have to.