Biography of Gengis Capote
I was born in Havana, Cuba. Raised by my single mother, Youngest son of 3 boys and 1 girl. Grew up in a happy environment. Migrated to the United States in 1980 where i still reside to this date, currently living in Kissimmee Florida USA. Father to 3 beautiful girls my gifts from heaven.
I am an Electrician, Single and never married.
Poetry is an enjoyment and a hobby for me.
Gengis Capote Poems
Social Disobedience of Conformity
Without a doubt there will always be 'Social Disobedience of Conformity. One would have to be blind deaf and stupid not to notice the realities of life,
It will burn till it burns no more, for
It will burn till it burns no more, for to make a virtue of necessity one must use the key of abandonment it's the lesser of two evils
My sweetest butterfly
twas spring meeting night, whilst silences dead air. where moon shone no brighter keep as fair a wind found candles burning-fury laying it to rest.
Count of Monte Cristo
There is no escape from this lonesome prison Excluding within body-bag-and-tag. And Lord knows I gone farther than every one's expectations! Yet I barely recognise my own self
DUNGEON AND DRAGONS
Captive withing invisible walls A Dragons heart lives Dying each day in imagination
The Honey Bee Dance
Succulently fill from morning to dusk, The honey bee takes flight; Grazing on natures delight. Circling!
Who Knows What I Did But Its Funny
Maybe is humor Who Laughs now.
Muyuni Beach, Zanzibar
Whenever my thoughts part They seem to end up in Zanzibar Muyuni Beach they travel far to swim the deep oceans of Zanzibar.
Scary Kids Scaring Kids
resonates my ear drums alive new age rock and roll driving fuel to silent madness.
Paper and Pen Dance
Paper and Pen Dances across new territories swiftly flowing discovering all perceptions learning to coexist extreme indifference's
We gather Black and White Oriental and Caucasian all confined.
Lost in Metaphor
Let us get 'Lost In Metaphor' and contrive a perfect world.
Tell me of the 'Blue Jay' who sings from tree to tree in the early hours of the morning.
Wearing these shredded garments of happiness, I journey into the abyss. Dragging each step to suffer more- Learning to sustain my final burn.
To. Angel Of Mercy
What love i have not shed to blinded eyes.
Am i the undead?
unworthy to receive!
When all that i have is love to give.
And there on your righteous throne,
You fail to see;
My heart bleeds in need.
Not for a God or a Judge!
For the love of poetry.