Finding My Feet in the Crowd

By C.J. Rivera

“Finding My Feet In The Crowd” is a compilation of poems ranging from love to knowledge of self, all with the intent of unlocking one's truest form and removing veils strategically placed upon the masses. Veils that conjures up division. The sole purpose of his work is not to point finger, rather to steady to hearts of man, while aligning it with the stars. Believing that if one acts accordingly, we all benefit by the interconnecting of spirits that has too long lost their way.

In a world where your mask is everything, this is an attempt to reveal all. A willingness to be vulnerable amongst those too afraid to do so. This isn’t a slight, or a direct dissection of anyone’s plight. Only an invitation to finally free oneself from the chains that has been a deterrent for too long. Take this journey and break the mold that scolds. Take this journey not for anything but the sake of your soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664109124

C.J. Rivera

C.J. Rivera is a philanthropist in his own right who hails from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. C.J. , although unbeknownst to most, has always had an eye and ear for those incapable of properly caring for themselves. Whether through a small donation on public transportation or just simply a kind word or gesture in passing, always attempting to intercede the plights of many. He draws strength and inspiration from both the triumphant and traumatic experiences of his youth which ultimately landed him in prison for a 9 year stint. During this time becoming emboldened towards change and being recognized as Valedictorian while receiving a degree through college programs fitted for the forgotten. All feats that are only the tip of a massive iceberg. An iceberg that was once an impediment, but now a friend. His ink is still not dry and He plans to stain the pages in the hearts of many more to come through his inspirational writings.

Book preview

1) "All the Wrong

Places"

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Tracks attached to destinations unknown, slowly moving the day along,

Hacks backed by energies set in stone, homely humor with the hope you don’t take it wrong.

Snacks acting as our bread and bone…. leaving pressures high, which raises the steaks involved.

It is in this stone forest where dirty hogs chase plates, and only here where a pussy can snake a dog,

Desperately trying to shake the fog of loss while another piles a top,

Pain I’m living through came with too many syllables, teachers told me sound it out,

The sounds of color pushing me further off into a slumber, faceless voices so deep causing he to drown them out,

Drawing strength from the Way Maker......Chain Breaker......Who has blessed making me the best pound for pound,

Undisputed gifts so plentiful causing unassuming shifts in the vestibule,

Savory fruits turned sour causing farmers to devour their own vegetables,

The more you soar the more the hoards will bore, and think less of you,

With all these consecutive incisions make executive decisions......and EXECUTE!!!

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2) Coal Calloused

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Kissed by your warmth, I’ve been scorched by your scornful rays,

Many nights I’ve craved your heights…your luminous life turns alright my once mournful days,

When missing pieces to the puzzle you will open up a tunnel if I lost the page,

the fire that is visible in your eyes…I...would never call it rage,

I’m amazed at ya power

You are the reason that flowers bloom,

I turn the knob left to be reminded of your warm kiss each time I visit the shower room,

my LOVE for you’s the same…I never been ashamed at your coming a-flame for a lot of dudes,

I already know how my boo gets….off my many haa-duu-gets when she Chun-li kicks from my sonic boom,

I am not confused…only consumed by this heat she secretes daily,

Just a drip of affection and she becomes the resurrection of my deferred dreams buried,

all pulses raise to the sun….no man can come and sell this house we’ve built,

snatched my soul like it’s haigen-Daz…..just in case you need to tell homicide who’s got me killed

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3) Tainted sips

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I’m never surprised looking through the eyes of disguise because I’ve been attempting to separate self the whole time,

I’ve never denied the truths, I only shied from lies to not have hands over mine while leading the blind,

I done climbed to prime positions trying to abide traditions

only to find