Friends are medicine for wounded heart,
And Vitamins for a hopeful soul..❤❤
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Forgive you enemies but never forget their names 😏
Sometimes what's behind and what's ahead converge on the same spot at the same fuckin' time. It's rarely civil and it almost always comes without warning. Gotta decide in that moment if either outcome is worth gettin' your hands bloody and just how much bloodshed you're willin' to stomach for a little peace of mind - A.Flo
Manhattan born, El Barrio raised - be praised - a Nuyorican's Rican, dedicated to a life of service, Steady Eddie, never nervous - his folks from the other side - no speaky - carved out a life in the Big Apple with elbow grease - a desire for somethin' bigger, better - mostly sunny, sometimes helter skelter. Stormy weather - he seen some things in his 80 plus - Depression, a world at war, war at home - spics, niggers and guineas shootin', stabbin' their way outta the tenements to the ass end of the American Dream - unseemly, unsightly - this was the Belle Epoque for some - survival for most. Double dose - don't be a guest - be the host. Had to go to dark places to find the light. Drop your hands you'll lose the fight. Dem Brooklyn Bums - his obsession - stealin' souls but breakin' hearts, 'til '55. Then the nosedive - betrayal - The '60s - meltin' pot came to a boil - a city, a nation in turmoil - put on a shield to make a difference - city's soul in the balance, gone amok, protect what's yours or get fucked - royally - pushers, pimps, dirty pigs sellin' out Lady Liberty - hot diggity - citywide anti-crime, made his bed and made his bones, stand alone - find out quick who's a friend and who's a foe - who's got your back when you go through that door. The Silver Fox, a micro legend - came through that door and the commission - integrity intact - lost a piece of his soul, alotta friends - but got his name back. Outta whack - back on his feet in no time - like Harry Lime - reinvented but better - put a sparkle back on that dime. Got outta darkness to find that shine, into the sunset but not the end of the line. Win or lose, can't get ahead unless you bet - on yourself or somethin'. The moral: He who lives a life without sin, ain't lived and'll never learn forgiveness or know how to make a loss a win - A.Flo
There were too many holes to plug and not enough willing fingers to plug them. Their bandied souls were emptying out right there in the gutter - soaking the silt with the essence of who they'd been. The only witnesses to their demise had their fingers too preoccupied with their phones and "going live" than lend a hand and actually participate in life - and quite possibly save one. It was easier to be a spectator than a player. It was less personal. Less taxing. Less messy. And certainly more fashionable. Trading a life for likes was a small price to pay to trend. In this new world order, moral bankruptcy was no longer a stigma. It was a point of pride - A.Flo
They thought they'd bled 'em dry - guess again - just a sigh after the long kiss goodnight, never count out the uncountable, the unbeatable, the indefatigable, been 'round the corner too many times to worry 'bout the straight and narrow, for every bow there are five lethal arrows - but only one grip - you're trippin' if you think you're ever gonna know what makes 'em tick, not even a watchmaker or the retail house dick could venture a guess, that kinda stress'll blind your soul, dim the stars, every scar tells a story that makes the bible seem like the pacifist's manifesto, dime tus pecados y te lo agradezco, gotta ask yourself how much you're willin' to lose to never win, pin back your ears to your heart before you go on a journey that's over before it starts, there are no lost sharks in the Sea of Prey, the Say Hey kid only caught that ball cause he knew where to run, Lola run - the way of the spirit or the way of the gun, don't shun what you don't understand, use the sand from the hourglass to build a fuckin' castle that can withstand the IGnorance of man - A.Flo
Chaos and Karma were the two great forces at play in his life. Oh yeah, and love. They were his mantra, his holy trinity. He believed in them, trusted that they'd guide him through the jungle - a jungle he didn't create but a jungle he was more than pleased to inhabit. It was the unpredictability that he craved, tapping into a primordial need to vanquish the un-vanquishable with little plan and even less sense. By now brutality had become second nature. It was his first language. He was fluent in it. He could enunciate any word backwards without a stumble. His penchant for killing actually made him more tranquil in social circles. When you've choke fucked the devil without getting seared there's little to fear about death and even less in life. He cried harder, loved deeper - fucked longer. His style and grace in public belied his true nature. The only thing that made him lose sleep was figuring out what to do when there was nobody left to kill - A.Flo
SMARTER THAN THE AVERAGE JOSEPH. What I intended to be the ❝closure of a corpse❞ you made the opening of an enduring relation.
FIRST: that first sight, that first touch, that first kiss