Sometimes when I walk down the sardonic, musical streets wishing for the end of war or for the righteous to be put back in charge of everything, I oft..
Sometimes,when I stare into the nighton a quiet piece of turfas my restless mind will turnwhen the branches of the treesseem to understandas they shak..
Moonlight trappedyour eyeselectric white possibilities dazzling my bleeding vision.Red slivered rivers burningformless in my eyes of silence.I still S..
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the smell of burning cedarcompliments the streetlate riser fighternegotiating the way wordsbite down or free float a w a y.One verse has the ability ..
I was in 4th gradewhen I met A.J.he had chestnut hair like his fatherthat swept down tohis chin.He was a golden gloves boxer with lightning fastfists...
Running blind into bricksour mistakes grew realafter seeing our blood flow free.We swim in the Nileduring plagues to watch it all go down.Our Odyssey ..
I like the way the sidewalk breaks and bulges up and outward from hidden roots beneath its square formas if to say: "Your concrete cannot block me no ..
Sky-Jack my heart andfill itwith the savage storm of you.Rain down black bulletsand make me suffer morehollow me outand let my hunger be aravenous, ci..