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The Power Of Voice And Self-Expression Poem By: Pablo Sandoval III Express Yoself…
From panic to pandemonium Where Richter Scale measured impact People screamed in delirium. Californians cried in a hum Packing, running with lives intact From panic to pandemonium.
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I’ve been addicted to smoking, since before I was born The ecstasy of inhalation I can hardly catch my breath Call it the curse of the addicted Unable to stop no no matter how much I may want to  
I' ma lover, not a fighter, I said it all the time, Keep smiling, push through, ignore it, I didn't even realize, That wading through life like this was the fight, Checked in the mirror, but I looked fine
SOME inspiration of the virtual Lovers comes from the distant inner worlds brings you a shaft light of the heart angelic soul that illuminates your insight   YOU know that nothing seems impossible
This journey begins in the golden state, Where waves well and traffic too turns time late, And travels to the prideful lone star realm. Trust me -- I am not the man at the helm.
The lily is the flower for a home. But Californian poppies make me feel so home sick Roses make me angry, and any flower from Britain Is a flower for a whore.   But lilies
Once upon a time There was no prince. Once upon a time There was no castle. Once upon a time There was no happily ever after.
California Is where I reside A Beautiful Life
The whispers of secrets Tucked away they lie Seemingly quiet as crickets Yet as boisterous as the sky Bending down to touch the earth Out of the withered hands of an ungodly nook
 i didn't start this year at a park late at night, shouting rebellion and revolution, not this time.  no, i started this year in an illegal 2002 honda civic without brakes, skidding through red lights & stop signs in downtown portland.
All my lifeI have never owned my own suitcase.   Every family trip or vacation I borrowed from my mother or even my father, in order to stow my belongings for the road ahead.  
there go my girls  they're arm in arm palm tree girls that keep me warm bring on the sunset my summer stars boardwalk fairs and stealing hearts  
Bell Glass I try to cross the thresholdsI try to shovel poetry in glass bottles eaten by the seaSome BellJar note washed ashore,some ancient hand had written
where had my wacka gone 
¡Bienvenidos al ardiente lirio!¡Que surreal! ¡Que genial!
Je suis Click, click Black heels reverberate smoothly in sync with the lithe body of a metal barrel shining in the streetlights an omen
  Ocean eyes keep me in sight Its hand tenderly holding mine Ensuring I’m kept in the light The rolling waves, embellished with the unknown  
The table stays the wood is grey  a light sull yellowed tingy yellow brown when on the bench  the hobo sleeps the homo weeps the political correctness steeps and for weeks and weeks
I go to sleep waiting to dream To get away from life everything seen Fighting each other they love what they see That's what they want beg and bleed for some feed Oh well I'll just start slanging some weed
So hot and so dry, Sometimes I wonder why everyone enjoys the heat. Unbearable,  Crushing,  Suffocating!   But I manage,  and so do all my friends and peers.  Because summer is a time
I’ve been all over the United States
Sirens, sirens, sirens In the city of Angels But where is the light? Gum ridden sidewalks Palm Trees And cracks in the pavement filled with hopeless citizens It's hard. It's hard.
Sparks ignite The arid fields And childhood memories  A glow Hangs like hell above Bathed in warm light Flames climb The walls of the house In which we once slept Hopes
  Peers and youth clatter and clank Minds nearly filled with blank Always looking so fine and swank A job and work a threat or a prank                 Parents diving into their savings bank
People day by day tell me how blessed I am and how I don't see it
I'm stuck in a place that is good for me, It sucks, its hell ,it's weak to me. Academics are great, and so is the school, But the people all here act like a fool. I go to a school that's a hidden gem
Grains of sand wiggle their way between my impatient toes The glimmering ocean waves three yards away Surreptitious seabirds sidle towards a fisherman’s catch Timid crabs scuttle from one eroded rock to another
The Santa Ana winds roll in every year. They go about making things dusty and dry. They are strong and forceful but there's no need to fear. They persuade the dust of the Earth to make you cry.  
  Ever since I laid my eyes on you, nothing was the same. Even the clouds I land on change Like setting fire to the motherfucking rain From the first time to the next, Or the next to the first time
It will rain today. The pressure will rise, and the sun will be masked by the white & blue colors it creates when the cold & wet appear.   And all the girls in short and shirts that get cold will get cold
  Footprints in the sand vanish from under the howling winds of the great mosaic.  The Mojave lends all but safe passage. mountains rise and fall as the footprints ascend and descend their creviced skin of rock and stone. 
She will fill me with glee, when she finally decides to come to California with me. I have always dreamed of traversing the wine country, though I have never been, so when, when, when?
Los Angeles, California. What is it like? Sunny weather, super stars, flashing lights. That’s what people think L.A. is like. But they don’t know about South Central and all of its fights.
I’d be leaning against a thick tree, staring off into the green with a film of sweat across my lip and the smell of dinner slipping across the field mixed with the settling of the freshly-mowed grass. 
We gather. We wait. We silently anticipate. The sun dips down, The waves dance up. The crashing touch Of Mother Earth And the King of the Sea Produce a sight of beauty.
Born in the City of Angels To the King of demons. Devils arise from thirteen hells, And kill for all reasons. Members are marked by blood and ink, powder plasters their lungs;
I see the clock counting time, The minutes passing by. tic tock tic tock… The noise in beat with my heart Is it the end of an hour, Or just a new start? Tic tock tic tock…
Graduation, here we come We pass on down the blue and white We're out of here, we're gone We're getting out tonight
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