This morning I was thinking about the movie Gattaca and how my… anyway I was never good enough and the same goes for love. The Name Is The Word… sad that I have to hide my name, my heart, and even the real me because some words can’t be spoken, fate.

I hasn’t been writing for a while so today I felt like I was in the mood to write something, and this came to my mind because it explains my current situation.

The tails I tell my grand children about my dear juliet…

This is a "Rap" I wrote from Juliets point of view. (If she lived in the times we do now.)

An original poem by me. Written originally as song lyrics.

Where the two "really" in love? Or was it what we wanted to believe?

But I like the sounds.

Act 1, Scene five of Shakespeare’s “Romeo And Juliet” re-written into "Gangster" style.

To my special little nephew …

LOVE.