Biography of JOSE MURGUIA
I LOVE 2 WRITE POETRY A PIECE OF ART A WAY TO EXPRESS YOUR FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS A PLACE TO LET LOOSE THE INNER BEAUTY OF POETRY IS THAT U CAN WRITE ABOUT ANITHING AND IT CAN STILL BE CONSIDERED ART! ..
JOSE MURGUIA's Works:
none at the time....but hope to have a book out very soon tittled (the art of poetry vol.1) stay in touch and ill keep you informed thank you all for the support.
JOSE MURGUIA Poems
Shooting Star...(I Wish)
I WISH I COULD BRING YOU BACK AND PRESS REWIND, I WISH I COULD HAVE CHANGED GOD'S MIND, I WISH I COULD TELL YOU HOW MUCH WE NEED YOU, I WISH EVERY NIGHT IN MY DREAMS I CAN SEE YOU,
Father To A Son.
these tears of joy, are for the first time that i saw you my beatiful baby boy, i never thought this love i would find,
The Toilet Poem..
the toilet is my friend, we see each other every now and then, heres where i read and think, heres where i take a dump and make it stink,
hi crystal how you been? it's me your ex from way back then, i remember how you made me feel, do you remember how i almost got killed,
A Enemy / A Friend.
a enemy will always snitch, a friend likes you wether your poor or rich, a enemy won't help you in a fight, a friend is there wether you're wrong or right,
Dedicated To Liz.
i thank god for every second that we can share, for its moments like this that im happy you are there, you are everything that i asked for in my prayer, its like god send me an angel when nobody cared,
Last Letter To My Father.
dear lost father im writting you this letter, its me your son the one you left in the stormy weather,
Time (Part 1) .
time turns the weather from hot and cold, time makes us grow old, time is a split decision, time is what we have alot in prison,
Where Was Heaven? .
where was heaven? when my father died, with tears in my eyes i cried,
fatherless child, rainy days and no smile, fatherless child,
IM SORRY FOR NOT GIVING YOU FLOWERS ON VALENTINE'S DAY, AND FOR NOT SHOWING MY LOVE IN THAT SPECIAL WAY.
so close but yet so far, so bright but not yet a star, almost famous, but still nameless.
Good Vs. Evil.
when i close my eyes at night, the war i just begun to fight, visions of lights disappear, and nightmares reapear,
Drunk By My Self.
well its just you and me a bottle full of liquor, one shot after another as i begin to feel drunk even quicker,
i spray them, i step on them but there still here,
how can this be
how must i kill these roaches i fear,
roaches never dye,
when you kill one they just multiply,
so next time you see one pass you bye,
look at your shoe but dont even try,
because roaches never dye.
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