Possessing Leadership Skills
❤️ A Mantra of Respecting the Treasures of Positivity, Luminosity, and Creativity by Understanding Literacy Skills ❤️
How do you improve creativity?
It starts with love. . .
Be sure to stay at least 30 years or seconds, read everything 50 times, clap 500 times, highlight and comment: Thank you so much for being you!
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The Mantra of the Luminosity of Learning to Grow
growing up, disliking my life, wishing for survival, . .
living in the hood of hell, a city without angels in Cali, . . .
deciding not to join any gangs, never being fearful, maintaining a smile,
walking with my chin high, instead of fighting the doomed battles, . .
winning in street dance battles, having a luminosity of rhythm,
knowing that creativity is not easy, just being oneself, honest
feeling the flow, freestyle, meeting Elenita, becoming my bestie,
using rhythms, alliterations, rhymes, she thinking, I’m
being her new boyfriend, shocking me, just wanting her friendship,
explaining, that is how I can be me, naturally, street culture,
reading, reading, reading, loving poetry, loving philosophers, . . .
loving St. John of the Cross, in Spanish and his Counter-Reformation, not
being Catholic, teaching me: “The endurance of darkness is the preparation for great light,” learning from reading and thinking, . . .
loving the floating world of the poet, Matsuo Bashō (松尾 芭蕉),
knowing of the dark night of the soul, preparing for my life’s struggles,
waiting for my death, seeing angels, seeing auras in people,
talking to ghosts, burying friends, dying of boredom, worrying, . . .
finding a way in my diaries to grow, glow and know, street wisdom,
entering a Buddhist temples, at times, chanting, praying, and
hoping for miracles, maintaining positivity, glowing with luminosity, and developing my greatest power of creativity, poets as revolutionary fighters,
imagining inner peace, while fighting demons of the damned, . .
loving, respecting , and honoring, my friends, . . .
family members and foes, . . . .
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. . . . . . . Thank you, the levels of violence many kids experience growing up in the ghettos is unbearable, for like a samurai, I believed myself to be already dead, for you cannot kill a dead person, so it is miracle that I survived: Writing can become a protest art, and anti-art: Enough of lies, time to wake up!
It starts with love. . . Writing becomes reading and Re-Vision, seeing what others miss: a sense of originality and finding one’s voice. MY LAST POEM!
Be sure to stay at least 30 years or seconds, read everything 50 times, clap 500 times, highlight and comment: Thank you so much for being you!
