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EL Nopal Michael grew from a Baron land
The defending himself with thorns
Thirsty For water to drink
Somehow he produce pitayas to eat
Knowing that they would judge El Nopal
By the lack of fruits He bare
He was still proud, they was rare.  
Ripe with dimples, smiling with a dare
Even through pain, still willing to share  
A thorn to the heart as I stare,
Life is a mirage and he is no longer there.
I originally wrote the poem “Nopal” based off a Sunday church service about being judged by the fruits we bare as “Christians”. I asked myself what kind of fruit do I bare? Then I came to the conclusion that although I do not bare a lot of fruit, I produce fruit grown in the baron desert like the Nopal produces tunas or pitayas. Not in great quantities, but high quality in a land of limited food. I am a Nopal Aka The Cactus & pitayas are delicious.
The man on the moon, you see
He has a few friends

He's perfect and broken
And is kind to no ends

I believe he is lonely
Floating gently in the sky

Even if you whisper him your secrets
He'll never tell you why

His pain is unmatched
Yet he's beautiful all the same

Even when he looks at perfect stars
He casts them no blame

And I find it comforting
Looking to him at night

For he taught me even in dark
There is a way to find some light
Inspiration; the quote "but without the dark, we'd never see the stars"
We are nonbelievers
Our skin sparkles in that light
We glow from past mistakes
And trauma fuels our fight

Never speak of pain
Or wear a wound on our face
We're better than that, mature
Mentality-a constant race

Emotions are a betrayal
Hints of suffering in our eyes
Pain dusted across our face
Lives being woven through lies

I am a nonbeliever
And with that, I stand tall
But a part of me decays
Every time I see another angel fall
As you focus on many things,
distortion is inevitable.
Imagine a mind
not fixed on one idea
but scattered across several

Like a magnifying glass
with just a small adjustment,
Sparking a fire under that ***

In between those ears, a lens
As focus begins, a powerful stream
Turns to a laser beam.

Fixated on a single divine goal,
I am not alone.
It cuts through Egyptian stone
Let’s harness & zoom in
The Holy Spirit is my friend.

Now written on my heart & in my mind
It can burn a hole through space and time.
Magnify, Glorify with me.
This boundless energy
Inherited by the Alpha and the Omega
Transformed into Eternal alchemy.
Let’s go baby!!!!!! Burn baby burn hope walks through fire faith leaps over it!
I say good morning to the night
as it fades away in brightening light.
It taught me silence, gave me stars,
and held my dreams in quiet invisible bars

But now the sky begins to turn,
the sun ignites, the shadows burn.
I bow in thanks before the day
yet mourn the darkness it sweeps away.
Understanding what good morning means.
Runaway

     Runaway, Runaway, you can never
Runaway, the truth will always find you
It doesn’t matter what the truth is
In the end there’s the truth we knew

In the Goodfellas we can see the truth
Right before our own eyes
Life always catches up to you even
If you’re in your best disguise

The wise guys, the Goodfellas
The family and the golden rule
Never be the Rat remember togetherness
And never play each other for the fool

But the reality is you can’t trust anyone
Soon they all want their own stack
No longer satisfied with just a cut
Eventually everyone gets it in the back

It’s the universal lesson you learn
When you decide to betray
You find yourself in witness protection
And your the stiff you tried to Runaway

Written By:Charles Kean
07/21/2025
Betrayal of childhood wonder.
Betrayal of emotional honesty.
Betrayal of intuition, soul and harmony
Betrayal of truth, In exchange
For appearance and frame, a prolific role
Identity hollow

Eternally Blasphemous
Violates a sacred promise
Wounds  personal essence, let’s be honest
Ruptures relationships of intimacy
The word adult is not use in the book I read

Spiritual unfaithfulness
Adulterous. Adulterer. Adultery.
Betrayal begins in the heart it bleeds
Boundless unconditional child within
Please begin to vividly dream again.
I realized the word adult is not use in the Bible but adulterous adulterer or adultery is. So to me becoming an adult is to betray that unconditional boundless child that knows no limits. For my peers reading this on the latest please Check some of my favorites like The Love Flower , Michael El Nopal , Current, Echo of light, Etc.
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