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Somebody is always photographing @vikerrious she’s just that beautiful. So it’s no surprise she seemed to command an audience just sitting here at #panther coffee @gahdess_isis #spokenword event #unfilteredpoetry #poetry #peoplearemystreetart#wynwood

Somebody is always photographing @vikerrious she’s just that beautiful. So it’s no surprise she seemed to command an audience just sitting here at #panther coffee @gahdess_isis #spokenword event #unfilteredpoetry #poetry #peoplearemystreetart#wynwood

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I’m the complex some don’t get. An illusion, you’re refusing to see, blind to the sensitivity and sincerity being expressed with clarity and occasional elegance yet profound relevance by a nobody like me. And with amazing creativity… So I wear a bandanna to hide my identity a mask to hide the pain, But some see #artismyweapon  only as a vehicle for their personal success they wanna ride the train. I showed you how I did it I used MY brain. Then I showed YOU how to do it let YOU use MY BRAIN.  
And yeah I’m that NOBODY who brags and shows off, cause #winning sure is sweet. I’m living proof, started from nothing, had nobody, had nothing, yet THIS ROSE grew from concrete. No matter how many times life knocked this NOBODY down, shit got hot, and others complained about the #HEAT this self-proclaimed NOBODY, AROSE and stood on his own two feet. Yeah, I woke up this morning with these thoughts in my heART, Daniel Fila the background to my poetic silloquy. #streetart #poetry #danielfila #poeticjustice

I’m the complex some don’t get. An illusion, you’re refusing to see, blind to the sensitivity and sincerity being expressed with clarity and occasional elegance yet profound relevance by a nobody like me. And with amazing creativity… So I wear a bandanna to hide my identity a mask to hide the pain, But some see #artismyweapon only as a vehicle for their personal success they wanna ride the train. I showed you how I did it I used MY brain. Then I showed YOU how to do it let YOU use MY BRAIN.
And yeah I’m that NOBODY who brags and shows off, cause #winning sure is sweet. I’m living proof, started from nothing, had nobody, had nothing, yet THIS ROSE grew from concrete. No matter how many times life knocked this NOBODY down, shit got hot, and others complained about the #HEAT this self-proclaimed NOBODY, AROSE and stood on his own two feet. Yeah, I woke up this morning with these thoughts in my heART, Daniel Fila the background to my poetic silloquy. #streetart #poetry #danielfila #poeticjustice

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Yes, I’ve seen the curious pensive looks… I’ve even SEEN the emails questioning WHY??? WHY would YOU be one of HIS so-called #badbitch (es)?? 

"…Because I TOUCH her in places that leave no fingerprints and no crime has been committed." For some that’s just too deep. And for YOU a woman like THIS beautiful #badbitch exists only in your fantasies. ;-) #badbitcheslovemyheart #tmnk #streetart #poetry #loveboys

Yes, I’ve seen the curious pensive looks… I’ve even SEEN the emails questioning WHY??? WHY would YOU be one of HIS so-called #badbitch (es)??

"…Because I TOUCH her in places that leave no fingerprints and no crime has been committed." For some that’s just too deep. And for YOU a woman like THIS beautiful #badbitch exists only in your fantasies. ;-) #badbitcheslovemyheart #tmnk #streetart #poetry #loveboys

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Our 17yr old member of the crew @brooklyn26_ breaks down our love, appreciation and respect we have for a beautiful #badbitch #spokenword #poetry

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This kid is only 17 but speaks with the wisdom knowledge and depth that I told him it would be disrespectful for me NOT to look another MAN directly in the eyes when telling him how proud this man was of him. HE gives my heart hope…. Because at 17 I could not walk in the gigantic footprints I SAW him make last night. BEYOND Impressed by this lyrical warrior… @gahdess_isis OMG so proud of YOU and the talent That orbits around the planet that is YOU. So honored to be one of the tiny stars in your universe. Cause girl you know some baaaaad motherfukers!!!! #spokenword #poetry #deep

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Some read… Stalk my feed… To see how I emote, thinking they’ll find and inside clue or two from the shit I wrote, antidote, y’all should pay more attention to the words that I spoke, cause even at the foul line, facing time…I don’t snitch and I never choke. Took everything I had…house… Car… The joy of being a dad… But they left me with HOPE… Aka I ain’t  Never broke…So shit ain’t really too bad. I’m a complex muthafucka, I ain’t easy to read… And there  is more to this muthafucka than what I leak to my feed… Farming is an art muthafucka, online I plant seeds. And I don’t  even have to add water cause y’all already know, seeds become thoughts in your head.. And thoughts become deeds, got y’all growing dreads… I’m always tending to my garden… I’m careful what I plant… Always looking out for weeds… .#foodforthought you are what you eat. An an upcoming exhibit to be held @jimmyzkitchen in wynwood during #artbasel #poetry #spokenword and #streetart are combined as I #giveyouapieceofmymind #tinypiecesofmysoul #foodforthought #tmnk

Some read… Stalk my feed… To see how I emote, thinking they’ll find and inside clue or two from the shit I wrote, antidote, y’all should pay more attention to the words that I spoke, cause even at the foul line, facing time…I don’t snitch and I never choke. Took everything I had…house… Car… The joy of being a dad… But they left me with HOPE… Aka I ain’t Never broke…So shit ain’t really too bad. I’m a complex muthafucka, I ain’t easy to read… And there is more to this muthafucka than what I leak to my feed… Farming is an art muthafucka, online I plant seeds. And I don’t even have to add water cause y’all already know, seeds become thoughts in your head.. And thoughts become deeds, got y’all growing dreads… I’m always tending to my garden… I’m careful what I plant… Always looking out for weeds… .#foodforthought you are what you eat. An an upcoming exhibit to be held @jimmyzkitchen in wynwood during #artbasel #poetry #spokenword and #streetart are combined as I #giveyouapieceofmymind #tinypiecesofmysoul #foodforthought #tmnk

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The wounded soul of a mortal bleeds true emotions. - #tmnk #streetart #poetry

The wounded soul of a mortal bleeds true emotions. - #tmnk #streetart #poetry

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Stripped of bandanna and all pretense. I share with the world that which i need, crave. Love and affection. I yearn to touch you in intimate places with deep thoughts and images that etch themselves upon your soul for all eternity. I want to be that song that’s in your head all day.   

Yes, IAM here to tempt you, tease you, provoke you, to make you think, to make you feel. 

I am beauty. I am Love.   

I am a poem. I am a song.

I am art.

Love Me. 

#tmnk #tinypiecesofmysoul #selfportrait #love #poem #poetry #truth

Stripped of bandanna and all pretense. I share with the world that which i need, crave. Love and affection. I yearn to touch you in intimate places with deep thoughts and images that etch themselves upon your soul for all eternity. I want to be that song that’s in your head all day.

Yes, IAM here to tempt you, tease you, provoke you, to make you think, to make you feel.

I am beauty. I am Love.

I am a poem. I am a song.

I am art.

Love Me.

#tmnk #tinypiecesofmysoul #selfportrait #love #poem #poetry #truth

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Please. Wont you try a little. I attatch importance to the universe. i with a heart full of love. i love my god. man. you. the killing way wants my soul, an old guide. You’re the writer, make a speech for the hopes. #Tmnk #quote #streetart #poetry

Please. Wont you try a little. I attatch importance to the universe. i with a heart full of love. i love my god. man. you. the killing way wants my soul, an old guide. You’re the writer, make a speech for the hopes. #Tmnk #quote #streetart #poetry

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Lonely Tears

I began this journey alone feeling sad, a pencil and a pad. Why did they lock me up, was I that bad?

Lonely Tears.

Did you see the little boy with the tears in his eyes, his back baring the marks of his master’s whip. And that blood soaked pillow from his busted lip?
As the detective explained my good fortune, swimming pool, nice house, and to get a grip. I was a nobody, the incorrigible child, that didn’t seem to fit.
More Lonely tears…

Alone in my room I began to draw, to find release for the pain that nobody saw. I was beauty personified, I remember one teacher saying, but the beatings continued, so I continued disobeying.
Rebelling, rebellious, refusing to be seen and not heard as the elders tell us. The problem child, the street artist, can you see me now? Do you hear me yelling?

Lonely Tears…

Because what becomes a dream deferred?
But worse yet, what becomes a dream and it’s dreamer, treated like a turd, kicked to the curb?
What happens to a child’s lonely voice, if never heard?
If in between each lash of the whip, no “I LOVE YOU”, just “nigga you ain’t shit.”

More Lonely Tears…

These Lonely tears, have left stains on the corridor of my mind that nobody hears. And let’s be honest, until you’re Somebody, most times Nobody cares.
There are more of us dying on the inside, which leads to more of us dying on our streets outside. And It’s a cold, cold world, yet
most of our children are equipped with the wrong type heat, years later abandoned and consumed by the streets.
More Lonely tears trampled beneath uncaring feet.

Did you see the little boy with tears in his eyes, as you hurried by,that was me.

These paintings, these scribblings I’ve left on the walls of your soul (and perhaps some of your buildings),
are conversations with generations yet unborn, these are just my…

Lonely Tears.

#tmnk #streetart #poetry #lonelytears #nyc #graffiti #nobodycares

Lonely Tears

I began this journey alone feeling sad, a pencil and a pad. Why did they lock me up, was I that bad?

Lonely Tears.

Did you see the little boy with the tears in his eyes, his back baring the marks of his master’s whip. And that blood soaked pillow from his busted lip?
As the detective explained my good fortune, swimming pool, nice house, and to get a grip. I was a nobody, the incorrigible child, that didn’t seem to fit.
More Lonely tears…

Alone in my room I began to draw, to find release for the pain that nobody saw. I was beauty personified, I remember one teacher saying, but the beatings continued, so I continued disobeying.
Rebelling, rebellious, refusing to be seen and not heard as the elders tell us. The problem child, the street artist, can you see me now? Do you hear me yelling?

Lonely Tears…

Because what becomes a dream deferred?
But worse yet, what becomes a dream and it’s dreamer, treated like a turd, kicked to the curb?
What happens to a child’s lonely voice, if never heard?
If in between each lash of the whip, no “I LOVE YOU”, just “nigga you ain’t shit.”

More Lonely Tears…

These Lonely tears, have left stains on the corridor of my mind that nobody hears. And let’s be honest, until you’re Somebody, most times Nobody cares.
There are more of us dying on the inside, which leads to more of us dying on our streets outside. And It’s a cold, cold world, yet
most of our children are equipped with the wrong type heat, years later abandoned and consumed by the streets.
More Lonely tears trampled beneath uncaring feet.

Did you see the little boy with tears in his eyes, as you hurried by,that was me.

These paintings, these scribblings I’ve left on the walls of your soul (and perhaps some of your buildings),
are conversations with generations yet unborn, these are just my…

Lonely Tears.

#tmnk #streetart #poetry #lonelytears #nyc #graffiti #nobodycares