Tag: poet

“Writing At Moe’s”

Rocking the South Beaches, chilling in South Beaches. Size five ounce drinks, bottle flipping, Cali Living… You may have heard flowers bloom on May third. Become a goal scavenger, world traveler. Wine and dine… Football games with a dope skyline. To infinity and beyond, live pass the fear like Buzz Light Year! Become a tourist, and turn up like Taurus!…

“Rainy Days”

Moment’s when the sky sheds tears… And everything below, acts as a Kleenex. Umbrella’s are used to neglect this emotional effect. And the ground is a bouncer, who picks and chooses who enters into the puddle. Until the sunlight finds each drop a new home. -Ricky “Randum” Maeweather

“We Are Not Candles”

The furnace of your future should not be figured out by your friends or family… You striving, is what sparks the fire… The length of the wick is determined by your work ethic… And you never let failure affect your flame… Burn your way through it, and illuminate every room you enter with influence… You will send out the scent…