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"she loves me, he loves me not" is a book of poetry and short stories dealing with matters of the heart. If you have ever been cheated on, lied to, left in the dust, hurt, and destroyed by love, this book is for you. And if you ever felt the power of true love, loyalty, friendship, and the hope that the light will and IS shining on you, this book is for you as well. This book is intended for mature audiences only due to some adult language and depictions of sex.
Excerpts from "she loves me he loves me not"
...my window throws me a cool breeze that only seems to enhance what I feel, I close my eyes.
The breeze gets cooler and stronger as rain begins to tap against the steamy glass.
I walk over to the mist and open my window wider till the wetness of the night drips against my chest.
I close my eyes once again as the rain hastens its pace and you appear before me...(c)2008
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**Forgive Me**In the midst of the storm I arose from my sleep
Searching through the fierce winds for my memories
Not remembering my name or my purpose, I ventured into the unknown
Fearing not the dark, but the fact that I have grown
Piercing visions of a world far away
I wish I could stay and have my enemies pray
Trumpets and flags rage with full glory and might
As I make my way through the masses, legions, multitude, I’ll put up a fight
Powerful blows crush my bones and my flesh
I gasp for air as I am overwhelmed by the fresh, death that’s upon me now
but I will not bow, as I look to the heavens he will show me how
I will take a stand against evil and hate
I know the hanging black man from the tree can relate
It’s too late to contemplate your barren forgiveness on an empty plate
And as for my soul if you kill my body, my shell
My spirit is free
But your regret will be for you to tell
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Soar
In suspended animation I await your arrival
my body frozen to degrees beyond prehistoric measurements
My mind still and calm serene and steady
thinking does not exist for thinking clouds clarity
Awaiting an heir to the throne of my essence
a partner of support and strength and softness
Take flight beyond the mountains and seas and ascend to
the heavens
the Earth is beneath you now, a speck, a fragile ornament
Incinerate warp speeds so that our hearts may have been
together for years
if only time travel existed, the ills of my soul would have been purged
The sonic booms acknowledge that you are near
the clouds departing and making way as to accept your Angelic presence
Your iron device has arrived in my world
we are no longer galaxies apart and the mystery has been solved
there is in fact
life, and love, in other universes
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**Love's Garden**
Your hair as Daisies lips as roses, not withholding the sun's rays and majestic doses
Tulip eyes and fresh breeze whispers, you enchant me at the midnight hour
If only for a moment water my spirit with your rivers of salvation, if only for a moment shower my soul with the soft moon
If I can walk in the midst of the storm hand in hand, I can and shall walk in the midst of the storm flesh to flesh
Summer Spring Winter and Fall gather's my strength and I surrender, I surrender to your colors and love and beauty and essence
Carnation scent from your soft sweet face, and now I know that I am in heaven in the Kingdom, the Angel's palace
Thank you for allowing me a moment in your stellar presence, a growth of desire a hope for brightness and clarity
In the Garden of your strength I shall be set free, free for all eternity, to embed the roots into my veins and embed your love into my soul...
Greetings my friends. My name is BIG ROB RUIZ and I've been in the Street Lit game for 24 years... But I'm finally making it "official". In the HOT Summer of '09 we will celebrate the launch of my new company, Ransom Letter Publishing, Inc. with new novels, a new website, a new tour, and of course, the launch party. The novels will be raw, gritty, and just too real. Take it from someone that has had his share of brothers getting lost to the streets either by homicide, suicide, or life sentences. The system is broken, and I'm not talking about the LAW...I'm talking about the system of humanity. Stay tuned for book titles and tour dates and cities. Thanks to all the brothers and sisters that have always believed in me and put a foot in my a$$ when I needed one. Stay tuned for LAUNCH DATE!
I've been writing Street Lit since before I knew I was writing Street Lit. I was approximately 9 years old and I was filling notebooks with tales of summer vacations, all the wildness going on in the ghetto I lived in, how I felt to have lost relatives, and how it felt to have a crush on someone that saw you as a nuisance. As I got older the tales became darker and darker as more and more of my friends were joining gangs, getting killed, getting locked up, killing other brothas, and slangin that yayo. I got tired of seeing this darkness all around me and decided to pursue a career in Law Enforcement. I was the po po for a few years. Started as a C.O. for a max joint down south, then went on to the County jail to become a Sheriff. In between those stints I counseled abused teens at a homeless shelter and a community outreach program. Time and time again I was engulfed with visions of murder, rape (man on man in the joint), beat downs, suicide, drug use, and other abominations. It was then that I decided to step away from Law Enforcement and move to the island of Puerto Rico to become a heavyweight boxer. I had fury and rage in my heart for the youth that was being lost and it had to be purged. Uppercutting foolz in the ring helped alot. When that rage was released I decided to come back to the Chi to pursue my own business. I began with a film production company and added a pet care service (a change of pace to relax), and now it's time to revisit those dark days and write about them in the form of novels, under my new company... Ransom Letter Publishing, Inc. I'm holding murder, suicide, drugs, rape, domestic violence, gang banging, and other foes hostage. If the devil wants them back he can read my fucken Ransom Letter cuz he's up against a muthafucken Street Lit army... and that's real.
"My brothers are those that carry me... even if I can walk". - Rob Ruiz
Rob Ruiz - Producer of the feature film "Gigs", author of the poetic compilation, "she loves me he loves me not", and witness to a mind boggling 44 funerals. The Patriarch of the Wonderful Castro Familia has left this Earth and he is now sitting at the right hand of Almighty God's Throne. What amazing stories he will fill God's ear with... even though he was the author of those stories he will listen intently anyway. You will be missed. I pray that God speeds the healing of the broken hearts of those you leave behind... Goodnight Don Castro.
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What The Fuck Is Street Lit Rob?
Many people ask me, "Yo Rob what up, what exactly is Street Lit?". At first they ask me with a smile. Then I answer them and their smile turns into a look of concern and wonder.
Street Lit is... when my cousin Nelson was cornered in a dark alley by 2 unknown youngsters. They couldn't be anymore than 17. His intoxication wouldn't allow him to act swiftly enough... BLOOM BLOOM BLOOM!!! Shots rang out. Bullets pierced him, pierced my cousin, my family, my bloodline. The shot to the head swelled his brain. I awakened to the sound of his wife screaming in our living room. She had come over at around 7 in the morning to break the news to my parents. I was a teen. I became a man that day because I couldn't allow myself to cry so that I may be a fixture of strength to my little sister. I still haven't cried for my murdered cousin. By now his body is complete dust and his spirit has been with me as a guide to even more tragedy.
Street Lit is... when a close friend of "ours" received nightmarish news. His live-in girlfriend would be the messenger of this fatal encounter. She informed him through her tears and uncontrollable sobbing that her doctor diagnosed her with HIV. In those days, the 80's, we didn't know as much as we know now about the disease. My friend was just as ignorant to the facts. He was an enforcer of sorts in the neighborhood, had many weapons at home. He decided not to comfort his girlfriend or ask questions or attempt to understand her pain, but rather... he decided to pick up a 9mm hand gun, walk slowly to her, extend his arm in defiant savagery and take the breath of life which was given to her by God. Then he took his own life... in front of their child.
Street Lit is... the countless times I have been to a funeral to bid farewell to a homie, a relative, a friend, an associate, a total stranger. The countless times I have to look outside my window and see the 12 year old look-out ride around on his BMX bike cackooing everytime a narco passes by. The countless times the 30+ year old drives by for a hot second to collect what the teens have made him for that day. HIM I say cuz those little joker motherfuckers aint getting shit but enough to rent a couple movies and maybe have a burger. BLOOM BLOOM BLOOM!!! The countless times I have to hear that sound right outside my window, and I don't flinch anymore, I don't even look out the window anymore... the shots are in the distance. I get up, it's 3am, I turn on my computer, I type...I write, I give life to these thoughts, these images, these ideas, these pains, these sorrows, just like my brothers and sisters do that are in this game because GOD MOTHERFUCKEN DAMMIT WHO THE FUCK ELSE IS GOING TO GIVE IT A VOICE? THE COPS? THE POLITICIANS? THE ABSENT PARENTS? NO! US! BECAUSE WE ARE STREET MOTHERFUCKEN LIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I am an author/writer, film maker, designer, philanthropist, manager, organizer, publisher, President, CEO, Founder, Chairman, artist, thinker, listener, son, brother, friend, loyalist, bodyguard, enforcer, counselor, mentor, ref, lover, fighter, patriot, jibaro, entrepreneur, inventor, poet, and dreamer...and yet none of this defines who I am. God's purpose in my life is bigger than anything I can ever imagine...
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