Poems from Daniel Lora

What day is it, where am I damn my change got stolen lip swollen, forty on the ground cop standing over me kicking my feet damn shoes gone...
Sometimes you have to go down a path one which may difficult to understand from the depths of your soul which lead to those moments were...
Busco el entendimiento de lo que me puede dar a mi espirto alimento por tanto tiempo lo he negado y olividado hasta que me investi tanto en...
I think of what could have been and the reality of what has transpired to have a burning fire that tears through your hearts ventricles...