Every day I write again and again
and again, until my eyes tire or
the sandman steals my dreams;
In reality I am the sandman
borrowing dreams from reality,
sleeping with the enemy. Death
smells like fresh rosaries early in
the morning.
Every day I write again and again
and again, like I've told you
before, yet some only act like
they listen and continue to
question my passion for writing,
my love for poetry, and the
feeling I get behind the
microphone when the word is
spoken.
Many poets are called, but only
a few destiny chose to make a
mark, take a stand and proclaim
our name;
I am Sergio Valencia a Fresno
poet, like Hernandez, Medrano,
Medina they came before and
paved the way for Dominquez,
Jasso, Zenz, and I to take pride
in our gift and share with the
world. A talent many posses,
but never flourish.
Every day day I write again and
again and again I will tell you this
is all I know. I write explicitly, I
write rants, I write criticism,
bluntly rude to get a point across,
don't expect less from the
Soulcriticpoet.
I own my worth, and value the
soul of mankind enough to
critique it.
Every day I write again and again
and again, because if I didn't I
would probably seek and destroy t
hose who offend me, kill or be
killed mentality...yet the offensive
inspire me to be free and bleed my
rage on empty pages becoming
masterpieces of poetry.
I am offensive by nature, defensive
by culture. I also write about love
and pain felt by others, mothers and
fathers, brothers and sisters yours
and mine, political views, religious
lies, short stories, and more; the
audience chooses to focus on my
dark side.
Grumpy or Cranky is what some
have labeled me, to them I will say...
I better not!
Today I will continue writing like
yesterday, tomorrow like today, and
when I die I said it before from my
grave.
Every day I will write again and again
and again till death do us apart!
Any questions?? Keep them to yourself!