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As I lay here in a prison cell of my lost dreams and imaginations.
The many ambitions and passions that I once held so highly, slowly start to slither away.
As I stay locked away because of the many distractions and temptations that behold amongst the outside world.
I slowly curl my eyelids shut from the realities that are of today.
Though I may dream amongst the heavenly stars that illuminate the nightly sky.
Even in my dreams I hide from my own thoughts and fears.
But when my heart comes near to the idea that generates the motor area of my brain.
I suddenly refrain from my own dream as the words doubt and fear quickly become my vocabulary ally.
And as I awake I look to get high just to start a chemical reaction with the neutrons to create a temporary distraction to my very own time.
For you see its time that I battle with on a daily basis.
And as the faces of the clock slowly move in a circular circumference.
My reluctance to disagree that time simply waits for no man is acceptable.
When it is actually regrettable to think time is simply on my side.
But I still hide from the happiness that is destined to be.
I can literally hear it call out to me through the vibrations thumbing off my cell block wall.
Yet I sit here like if I need destiny to call and give me every instruction on how to reach her.
Why am I so fixated on words instead of actions?
And why are distractions so pleasant while dreams are so feared.
For you see its fear that tells me to come near.
And as a tear rolls from my face.
I sit here mirroring the father sun until it's replaced by its sister darkness.
Because in all honestly fear to me seems so heartless to my very own heart.
But then I realize it's fear that simply wants to break me apart and put me back together again.
Then fear will call herself friend and change her name to dream.
So I can ride this bumpy road to finally reach my destiny.

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Name Will Remain the Same

As I awake with my retina 
adjust to the first day of light. 
A figure big amongst most 
appears in my site. A 
connection being made is a 
understatement. More like the 
beginning of roots implated in 
the pavement. For the 
chemistry on that day can not 
be duplicated or reenacted. But 
in a moments notice the 
chemistry was distracted. As 
the name remained but the 
visions, the visions where never 
the same. Never the same, but 
the name still remained. And as 
we let the clock skip for a bit. 
And find moments in time 
polluted by your shit. Then 
came your attitude which 
adjusted our latitude. And I still 
remained, so where is the 
gratitude. Disappointments 
even some regrets. Had my 
past, preset and future feel the 
effect. I still believed...in every 
breath utter word. But what 
occurred was the exact 
opposites demonstrated by 
verbs. And yet I still remain but 
that's when your name began 
to change. That's when our 
existence withered away. 
Heartbreaks and drama always 
was attained in our every day 
saga. Which even makes me 
believe our bonds not thicker 
than water. Yet I fictionalized 
your story. So in history you 
can be made into some glory. 
But I can't anymore. For my 
hopes have sunk to the ocean 
floor. Now remains are 
heartaches and pains. 
Dreaming about another life 
where that one moment 
remained. Fictionalized hero 
truly only a equal. Left 
abandoned making my 
existence to a mere zero. And 
as foolish as it seems even if I 
remove my self out of your 
visual frame. Your name will 
still and always will remain the 
same.

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Hurt

Dusted pavements where I 
once walked and played
Are now chalked outlines of 
where I now lay
A place of happiness in my 
heart it stained
Until hurt reached in and 
bleached it away
Sun shine was never too far 
from me
But rain storms is now all I see
I once believed I had a heart 
and soul
Now after this life I have no 
idea where I'll go
For this hurt is buried deep 
inside my veins
Even after a injection of life I 
still feel the same
This pavement had many 
bumpy roads
But I have no idea how much 
longer I can carry this load
Now I stand toe to toe
With the man in the mirror all 
alone
Trying to figure out where my 
happiness was before
Hurt whispered to me it's 
mysterious allure
And took me down a road of 
misery and despair
While sitting in a electric chair
Hurt is becoming to 
accustomed for me
Now it even haunts my dreams
Love and happiness was 
something I thought I knew
But all signs point to that not 
being true
Maybe it's good I don't have a 
seed
So this hurt doesn't leak into 
thee
I walked back to the pavement 
I once played
To shed a tear for being so 
ashamed
Allowing a part of my life to be 
erased
And even if I moved I'll still be 
the one to blame
For this hurt will remain the 
same.

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Truth and Lies

The greatest truth is a lie!!! 
So…I disguise the truth 
amongst shadows because the 
mere sunlight will echo balls of 
fire. So I want to go higher…
beyond, beyond before to what 
was when the thought of what 
was wasn’t the lie that it had 
become. And find the true 
presenters of this hypocrisy and 
see why it was done!!!And 
show that it’s killing us all. 
Then give them a fist 
underneath their eye for the 
length of lies which imprisoned 
us from the truth…beyond the 
sky. Then get us out the line of 
the alignment that got most of 
us tripping out our mind.  The 
suffocation of this lie had a 
herd of people bleed, suffer and 
die. But we live in a cycle of 
stupidity and uncertainties are 
arms. So we sit in boarders, 
drinking fictitious waters, 
jumping at the first chance to 
jump up and dance to show off 
and give out our cash. Having 
you prepare for annihilation, no 
fear just keep your eyes to 
your destination, like elders 
with constellations. For the 
truth…will simply just break 
your hearts. Putting a true 
ending to who we are. Damage 
your fragile flesh and may take 
you to a sudden death like 
millions who protest them so 
many times before.  Why did 
they die for? Ask yourself why 
did they have to die for? Love…
that's what they preach when 
they’re collecting that dough. 
So maybe I should run and if I 
get caught I should lie!!! Like 
magicians, dirty cops, and 
desperate politicians. And what 
you call sacred writing, sacred 
writings sound to me more like 
an evil tooth. That took from 
the poor and left my brothers 
on a noose!!! Watch out y’all 
for the truth is near.

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I Need a Woman

I am in need of a woman. YES I 
SAID IT!!!! Not want but 
NEEED. Someone who I can call 
my queen, whose beauty, is 
meant to be seen. Has the 
intellect to hold a pleasant 
conversation. I wouldn’t mind if 
she was even mixed with a few 
nations. But brains come before 
beauty but at the end of the 
day there all the same. 
Because she needs to have the 
frame to maintain the pleasant 
sectors in my brain. But have 
the brains to be able to 
understand every metaphor off 
this page. And if you can’t, 
thanks for coming you may exit 
left off this stage. For the 
woman I need has to have the 
drive to climb to the highest 
peaks. And have my words be 
the only words that can sweep 
her off her feet.  Who is willing 
to go to hell to heaven straight 
from heaven to hell then back 
and remain to always have my 
back for I wouldn’t lack to do 
the same.  I need a woman I 
can simply smile about when 
just hearing her name. I need 
perfection but not the type in 
one self but the perfection that 
would be for each other. The 
one I can call my lover and 
maybe one day I’ll have a child 
that will call her mother.  That 
will be the comfort, because no 
matter how bad it is I have my 
woman by my side. Will be like 
Bonnie and Clyde. Except for 
the murder scene at the end, 
but still defend with all my 
heart. We will never break 
apart for every day is a new 
start. And I can’t find her here 
or there, really not anywhere. 
The question really is you 
there?

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Perfect Picture

Let me tell you I got a picture a 
perfect picture indeed
This picture is perfect picture of 
me
With oceans blue and the trees 
so green
This perfect picture has a 
portrait for dreams
See what’s relevant it’s not just 
only of me
For this perfect picture is a 
perfect picture of we
With a symbol that combines 
are genes
Man…what a picture perfect 
indeed
I only wish I can relive this 
perfect picture I see
For this moment is all I dream
But even dreams fade away 
like…like our seed
So…I was only left with this 
perfect picture of we
Starring at it constantly 
everyday you see 
Just so I can relive every 
moment in me   
But then you thought …you 
thought you did a good deed
By taking away the perfect 
picture from me 
Ripping it up and tossing it in a 
sea
Saying I need to look forward, 
but the past is where I be
So I kicked your ass out and 
took away the key
Because you took away my soul 
and left my heart to bleed
How dare you take away my 
dreams
For it’s the last happiness I see
Now with no wife or kid, all I 
have is me
Man…I sure do miss that 
picture for it was a perfect 
picture indeed.

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Bastard

I remember ever since I was a 
kid being called bastard.
The mention of the words 
seems to be followed by giggles 
and laughter.
Seems to be relived at the 
beginning of every chapter.
But it I shouldn't be amazed.
For seems to be a joking trend 
amongst friends these days.
Imprinting a label on me that 
can't ever be erased.
But do you hear me laughing 
better yet do you see me 
smiling.
Where every time it's spoken 
my identity becomes more 
trifling.
Raised by a mother and 
mentions of a ghostly man.
Never really was able to 
understand.
Why I wasn't ever part of his 
plan.
For these emotions use to eat 
me up inside.
But I always was able to hide.
 The feeling of abandonment, 
pain and lies.
But you still call me bastard like 
its a nice thing to do.
Not knowing how lucky you to 
be raised by two.
My family is forever divided.
I searched but can't find him.
And I honestly don't want to 
look no more.
But you call me bastard with 
out ever seeing a grin on my 
face.
Not realizing the pain it creates. 
A word that is left with so much 
hate.
Hopefully none you never have 
to deal with a word bastard 
creates.

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I Wait

She puts together a heart of 
hearts that been broke apart 
for so long. Reluctantly it’s 
been so long since I had a 
tender touch. You see it’s been 
too much trust I began to lust 
and fall back into a track that 
got me dazed. Then I became 
amazed as an angel appeared 
at my door step. Comforting 
me as a slept taken in every 
breath I breathed from inside of 
me. Replaced it with a dream of 
dreams that gave me hope. 
That afloat my imagination as I 
wait patient to seek a new 
beginning. From a life full of 
sinning I am left empty. Until 
you appeared to fill my heart 
with plenty…of love. From 
above is an angel that grounds 
me into reality. That one day in 
my mortality love will come. 
Dripping out the sun as I sit 
and wait patient. I wait patient 
for you to appear. Staying near 
my heart no longer apart we 
both take that journey of life. 
Sitting across you as you 
become my wife but until then I 
sit and wait for that day to 
appear. For you are so near to 
the languages to open up the 
key to my heart. Taking it off 
the charts so now you are no 
longer Venus nor I Mars. We 
become a part of one entwined 
unit taking apart the stars in 
the sky. Letting are eyes collide 
till the motion is felt. You see 
when I looked for love you 
help. When I needed that 
passion you were there. Now 
no one can compare to the 
essence you bring from your 
toes to your hair.  You’re the 
queen of ideas the beauty of 
my thoughts. You’re the one 
that clouts my love into a new 
meaning. So I sleep left 
dreaming. Till one day you yes 
you feel the same way.

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Shadow In Your Eyes

I see shadows in your eyes. 
Magnified by the mountains 
that gravitate to the sky. The 
shadows now cover both sides. 
Searching and checking for 
stream of light. Checking and 
searching to see if your still 
alive. I wish a waterfall would 
drop from the mountain and 
baptize your life. Then numb 
the feeling of your crucified 
mind. I will admit it's hard to 
be humbled in a life full of 
crime. But if you stay positive
the only outcome is for you to 
shine. For procrastinated 
methods is a waste of time. Let 
courage be your guide. As you 
swim through the rivers current 
that brings on the tide. Honesty 
is even discovered through any 
lie. Just as long as you read 
between the lines. And begin to 
live life and not live to die. For 
every mountain is difficult but 
not impossible to climb. Just 
keep your eyes on the heavens 
and watch as the shadows 
vanish from your eyes. Then 
watch as you begin to fly.

Best Poems Written by Robert Hanna

I Am That Seed

Destiny

Name Will Remain the Same

Hurt

Truth and Lies

I Need a Woman

Perfect Picture

Bastard

I Wait

Shadow In Your Eyes