Coinavore .

I can’t tell you who I missed . Even if she did exist . She would end up on a friend zone list  with a question mark next to her name as a twist . We were soulmates that been granted the same wish . To be separated from each other mist . My answer to you and them that asked me if I miss ? ? I have to say my life and the next life is worth more than that risk .

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Coinavore .

The art of making words live goes along with the feelings and meanings we often give . To bring something to light and to put into seemingly life . To only use it as interest or advice . Art with words to entice and slice out the soul from it human barrier . To ascend the human device into another carrier . Into a realm of spiritual and artificial hysteria .  Me , myself being this type of artist known as a Poet . There is no other feel greater or scarier than being a messenger with your own words to bare and then to share . How dare I assume you need to be spoken for . Isn’t speech still free ? Or is it costly due to a shady past . I am shaded and I am the present for the past . I’m use to being a outcast and I’m comfortable with being out fast . But never will me and my words will be out class or outlast due to calculated critical mass . I pass on the obvious want of many questions needing to be asked . Just to do many of my own answers to apply to being just as vast .

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Coinavore .

I had a understanding that wasn’t mines and I returned it back to this place called society . And then I started to define myself and my race and I noted and noticed I’ve been out of place . And I learned that my thinking and the inner me was similar to outer space . I was just another heavenly body with a dimmed face and a heavily scratched surface . I had to figure out my real purpose besides shading in color for this reality . I had to discover a hidden nationality that would shoulder the rest of my identity over the way I look . It to be hidden and forbidden information and knowledge . For I didn’t do so well in school but my friends and family . They been to college and they didn’t know themselves of anything than more debt and gas mileage . I don’t regret my past for it is now silent to this future of screams of what I’ve missed . As if my dreams was mute and I woke up with the TV volume blasting through the roof . I found my roots and the Truth where it always been . Me as  living proof of the seed that will bear durable fruit .

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Coinavore .

What will become of me now since I’ve gained so much knowledge . Should I pursue a educated woman that is fresh out of college . Or go for a mature experience lady with the least amount of mileage . I have a interest in women in art and as art . It’s my personal way to account for  being ahead of trends before they start . But most importantly I will be able to protect my heart . Their is nothing wrong with being this sharp . While many people go for being strong to supplement fears that lingers somewhere in the dark . I am going for  being quick with a lot of wit  . My fingers are the only ones that knows the profits and nonprofits that I will split . I’m not about some money and a one night hit . I’m often about the next day morning eating a romantic breakfast of eggs and grits .

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Commentary on Small but necessary 9/23/2017 .

The over all thought process was to create energy for wanting to find parts of love that can be refined . Meaning repairing your feelings with the past experience of being in love and going for it .  Realizing to have another person to enjoy and think about . What does it do in time . It heals and recovers a wealth of information you can use or discard . A experience of valuing time while making time . The want to have a better chance with what you know . The risk to fix or to break even more . I offer a discipline and order outside this society . So my needs and wants are strict but orderly . If I wanted to be wild I would be homeless and heartless . So I am not going to be reckless .  A mutual respect and interest to gain more from each other is my goal . A very short poem on what risk I need to take to find the right woman . As well subconsciously putting me in my own trap of interest and information to find her . . @poetoilcrafter  .. You can find the latest poems from small but necessary here on wp or there on Twitter ..  https://www.paypal.me/smallbutnecessary

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Poetry commentary . 

Coinavore is back with just being my other thought page or blog . I can leave PayPal link and other links here and not feel bad or ashame . I don’t want my work to share the same content page as a donation . I tried it on smallbutnecessary.WordPress.com and it looks like a distasteful title . So instead I will link it here with my aftermath summary of poems . I do want to do poetry as a career shortly . Writing poems more than ranting or orally inspiring my mood . Meaning I have to get better with my poetry . This recent poem was about the hurricane experience I just went through . I live in Houston and I warned may people about the forecast just being wrong and that if evacuation were to happened it should had been on Thursday last week . Many people asked me what I thought at that time . I said it’s a very bad system a cat 4-5 with flooding . I added satire to my comment when I was asked if I’m leaving town . But anyways the last poem on small but necessary is a variation of a poem style I have with a moment and I want to add intense wording to it . So I had a feel at the time of wanting to go outside . I’m a rain person , but lately I’m becoming a insider . I have anxiety problems so I have to plan and know in advance if I’m going outside . So the hurricane starts the rain begins . And I see people from my apartment outside in the storm itself often . Crazy people I said , me knowing what it feels like to have rain sideways hitting you . I walk in the rain often . So this was my pass . Every night and day I would look from my patio window to see people and cars of people leaving and coming . People would hit or miss the heavy down pours . Most didn’t care as if they was on a mission . I watched and I wanted my mission . But then and now I’m sick with a cold . So I couldn’t get out and I know how painful that type of rain is and how dangerous it can get . I walked home before twice in a straight line storm . I could barely see and breathe . So the poem overall feel and concept was to challenge me to eventually get out . I did yesterday the day before anxiety got to me . So I just watched people go and comeback with bags and stuff . I live right before uptown so flooding happens but the drainage and bayou often are clear and low of water so it can handle heavy rains with breaks . The poem was me wanting to get out and or go to work . Once I’m outside I am fine with no care in the world . But before I am like changing my errands to the point of being able to do it tomorrow . I had anxiety mixed with cabin fever and a cold . A good short poem , I am trying to specialized in that . And every once in a while I’ll do massive poems or mid size poems . Also I haven’t been working and I have double bills because I care for my mom and other relatives . So I needed to test run a donation page . I thought I put my PayPal link in my profile but I don’t see it . So I linked it on the page because I actually needed funds for this week . I work for heb a major food store in Texas Mexico and Louisiana . It’s a good company and job because they often know better with certain situations . So I am sure they paid us overtime for the days before the storm . Because I was going to use sick day pay for missing work last week and this week . I looked at my check yesterday online and I am like they took a payday I used and gave me overtime pay . normally you can’t get overtime pay with a pay off day . So I was shocked . Continue to enjoy this blog feel free comment or donate or like my madness .  PayPal.Me link: https://www.paypal.me/smallbutnecessary

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The Mysteries Of My Writing’s. 

Coinavore a altered ego I once claimed for fame and to depart often from my name . A writing concept to step up my game and to not hitch on to the train of being the same . Therefore there was a name and a topic and or a theme to apply logic . My Falt was a means to express the energy that rest or stress on me . To impress the muse that wasn’t amused by me . So I often ran loose with many of my thoughts and writing’s . Uniting the persona rather than dividing . First And Last Thought was what I wrote while inspiring and admiring a weakness that I often fought . A stroke of wonderful genius that was captioned and caught . With a contraption of  hope of touching her heart . I went for subtle poetry and figurative art . After awhile I had a library of notes and sensitive thoughts . I was using my brain to create the most expensive type of art . A bit close to insane if you knew how smart . Adding days and weeks with words that wanted to be complete . I sought after more than something sweet . I went for something bold and deep . A month to month poetry week . A branding beyond love that I had to seek . A understanding at being  creative and different as well unique . I carried on after my interest in love saw it’s defeat . I moved forward instead of retreat . I paid more close attention to the company I would keep . 

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