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Best Michael Lomonaco Poems

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FLOWER SHINE

Sun from our heavens
gives life to beautiful plants.
Let all flowers shine.

Copyright © Michael LoMonaco | Year Posted 2010

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The truth about independence

Since childhood, I had a strong passion for earning my independence. I always had to obey my parents’ rules. If I didn’t follow my parents’ instructions, I would be punished. Every time I complained about the way I was disciplined, my parents as well as other authority figures told me that “life is not fair.” As a child, I didn’t understand what that phrase meant. I was a happy kid who enjoyed this period in my life that is considered a “time of innocence.” During childhood, I thought that becoming an adult would be absolutely amazing; I would only have to abide by one person’s rules: my own. I could go to bed at any time of the night. I would never be punished for a rule that I thought was unfair. I could practically do whatever I wanted without suffering from any consequences. When I evolved into a legal adult, age eighteen, I realized that an individual can’t earn independence without responsibility. When I entered the “real world,” I was not ready to handle the responsibilities that are required to seek independence. The truth is that I wasn’t disciplined anymore for not obeying by my parent’s rules; however, the penalty for breaking the law was a lot more harsh than disobeying laws as a child or teenager. I realized that surviving in a complex world was going to be a rigorous challenge for me. Even though human beings are imperfect, people still expect perfection when it is impossible for people to be perfect. I didn’t know how I was going to survive as an adult when I was always depending on aggression for survival. It took about ten years after becoming an adult to be able to handle the responsible of adulthood, and I had to learn the hard way in order to be a responsibility individual. I was incarcerated in prison when I learned how to survive in this difficult world through righteousness. Being incarcerated in prison is the best circumstance that had ever happened to me in my entire life because I can now say that I am a mature adult in a proud voice without any doubt.

Copyright © Michael LoMonaco | Year Posted 2012

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Panic Attack

My thoughts race one million miles a minute.
Abnormal fears take control of my mind.
My pulse is beating faster than an engine.
Headaches develop like I have been hit with a hammer.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins at the speed of light.
My heart feels like exploding due to chest pain. 
My temperature raises hotter than the sun.   
When my panic attack is gone, I am left with a scar.

Copyright © Michael LoMonaco | Year Posted 2012

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Respect

For almost my entire life, I have been fighting a treacherous battle in order to earn respect.

Sometimes, I had to be as kind as God to earn the praise that I desire.

Other times, I was respected because I’m a tough person who can cause enormous destruction. 

Is it better to earn people’s respect through righteousness or hatred?

For many years, I didn’t know the answer to my question.

Presently, I’m fully aware that I’m the only person who should respect me.  

Copyright © Michael LoMonaco | Year Posted 2012

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Pride

Because of my pride, I have committed many unrighteous acts.

This feeling is the root of all of my evil emotions.

As I stand tall and proud, I challenge anybody to an aggressive conflict. 


I will fight a rough battle until I achieve victory or until I’m dead.

Every time I defeat my opponent, I ask myself if conquest was worth the enduring struggle.

Copyright © Michael LoMonaco | Year Posted 2012