Inhale / Exhale Poem by Edgard Canales

Writing is like a breath of fresh air,
inhale words inside my mind
exhale on paper my life uncensored and bare,
in a daze at the sky I stare
pray that God hears my prayers,
and hope that somebody really cares
to see me smile is rare
but there's fire in my eyes not just a little flair...

When I breathe or write it's like I awake
crooked life can't tell the real from the fake.
Nightmares with demons make my body shake,
reality vice-versa
cause I don't sleep at night
only during the day.

Seen a lot of sh.t as a kid
Guilty conscience
so karma in my dreams
gives me silent screams.

In my heart I bare a cross
at times I feel my soul is lost.
It's like I don't belong
missing my family everyday
but God keeps me strong.
Hope one day I make it home
learned to be a man and get it on my own
a Lion,
born leader searching for a throne
so when I'm in my zone
can't help but feel alone.

Inhale, exhale
for all my peoples
up in jail
starring out the windows
hoping for a piece of mail.
Why Chris and Negro had to say goodbye?
why my granny had to die?
try not to cry
but that's a lie
get high and really fly.

When I sleep, I die
My soul leaves my body
and ascends to the after life
done this more than twice,
embrace it to avoid the strife.

It seems like I'm in a dream
every second like a scenes from a movie screen.
inhale more words in a Gasp for air
exhale my poetry and declare
don't take my breath away because
I will be impaired,
motivation My Angels
and my so called crazy aspiration to be a millionaire.

Writing is like a breath of fresh air,
inhale words inside my mind
exhale on paper my life uncensored and bare,
in a daze at the sky I stare
pray that God hears my prayers,
and hope that somebody really cares
to see me smile is rare
but there's fire in my eyes not just a little flair...