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Friday, March 12, 2010. I was just five in Mexico and now in jail. I can't sleep past the bullets tail. When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. I couldn't believe it, feeling the tears roll down from my eyes. I was frail, just five and now in jail. At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed. Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat. Just five and now in jail. Photo: www&...

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Friday, March 12, 2010. I was just five in Mexico and now in jail. I can't sleep past the bullets tail. When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. I couldn't believe it, feeling the tears roll down from my eyes. I was frail, just five and now in jail. At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed. Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat. Just five and now in jail. Photo: www&...

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POEMS BY PENCHO: April 2009

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Monday, April 13, 2009. Bulletproof are your dreams. The dreams you had when you where young as a kid and the dreams that you had when you where rolling as a thug on the streets. Look deep inside yourself and see the dreams that shine through and beneath where you stand. Walk on to live your dreams, through the shadow of death, either that or worse yet been dead up there. Keep in mind bulletproof congregation of your dreams inside been realized. Let them run free on this earth and universe to roam wi...

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POEMS BY PENCHO: March 2010

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Friday, March 12, 2010. I was just five in Mexico and now in jail. I can't sleep past the bullets tail. When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. I couldn't believe it, feeling the tears roll down from my eyes. I was frail, just five and now in jail. At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed. Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat. Just five and now in jail. Photo: www&...

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POEMS BY PENCHO: Echoes Of War

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Monday, April 13, 2009. Echoes of war flood my body, taking my finger of the shotty I’m stoned with courage. Life or death, the blood shed, the finest life blessed with Gods breath stained by the blood of distress. With my hands up, walk against that, your either for or against us. Memoirs of scars from being spotted by radars, now living life in luxury with my cigar and Spanish guitar. 169; Pencho Corlen 2003. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). DONATE TO 40HRS HELP HAITI. Promote Your Page Too.

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POEMS BY PENCHO: Press On

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Monday, April 13, 2009. Uphold a strong hold on yourself to press on, no more staring into space with a look of sadness in your soul, to press on for life you have to hang on. No one in this world runs the world, your life's yours. Who sowed the seed to bring you life? Your parents did and a free life you’ll live. No one here can say how your future will be. 'Quality Freedom' is the quote; humour me, its right here. Continue on for the life that took centuries to braid and maintain, hold on.

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POEMS BY PENCHO: JUST FIVE

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Friday, March 12, 2010. I was just five in Mexico and now in jail. I can't sleep past the bullets tail. When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. I couldn't believe it, feeling the tears roll down from my eyes. I was frail, just five and now in jail. At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed. Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat. Just five and now in jail. Photo: www&...

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Friday, March 12, 2010. I was just five in Mexico and now in jail. I can't sleep past the bullets tail. When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. I couldn't believe it, feeling the tears roll down from my eyes. I was frail, just five and now in jail. At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed. Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat. Just five and now in jail. Photo: www&...

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