Poem: LUNCH TRUCK, by Christopher Almeida

Written by Christopher Almeida

Lunch Truck
Tell me your dreams
Breathe life into me
Let’s soar away
Orbiting earth
Water and air
Love and pain
Healing its just us
Let them have it
Access Granted
Bienvenida welcomes Kingship
The devil is nervous
Strangled the liar
Eagle strength
Talons shredded
Air battlefield Serpents powerless
Under my footstool Prevails my spoken word
God son witnessed Boldness clothed in humbleness
Presented my petition

Mi gente por el amor de los barrios
Canto al sonido de un cajón
tráeme un plato que mi madre lo sirva
Todo lo Que brilla no es oro
Mi mama mi dicho
Un gran honor de todo corazon
La dicha mia llego
Por las manos de corrección
El nińo curioso
Le falta disciplina
Que Dios lo bendiga
Hijo tu papa te quere mucho!
Un error fue
Enamoradismo estas de mi que lujo
Un momento… slow your tempo
Ya ves hasta el inglés si mi sali
Urbanization my heart to the nations
Thanksgiving established
Hermano soy yo!

Come on
You had Frank
Y yo Hector
Traditional fruit
Legacy speaks Reciprocated greatness.

Author: poetryfest

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