GRAFFITI BOMBERA Poem by Rene Velez
GRAFFITI BOMBER
A Poem by Rene Velez They say most people are defined by the choices they make in life and a little common sense should help telling the difference between right and wrong. But my writes are far from the thoughts of the common man. My hands are guided by the wrongs of the modern man and so I spin it in a new light. I rode the subway late one night and noticed a pigeon, probably hungry looking for a bite. Which made me smile. Because I was amused that something trapped underground could actually take flight. It's in the small things I find the greatest wisdom. I am moved by the boldness and vision of women like Shirley Chisholm. With every step I take I leave my trail of poetic pages. Left with the resin stains of medicinal sages. Chasing American wages instead of my dreams, untouched like a child's plate of greens. And so to be honest at times it sparks my militant behavior as I fight the fact that the cards are not stacked in my favor. Yet I survive because I adapt. Safe consolidated thoughts inside my baseball cap. Writing my lines to be left to the mercy of time. The art of rhyme is my life of crime. Except on the night of tradition. My old school addiction. Night of the mad vigilante graffiti bomber, tagging the names of friends in their memory and honor. Spray paints the artful dodger, For every poet owns a martyr. © 2011 Rene Velez © 2016 Rene VelezReviews
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Added on July 15, 2011Last Updated on August 10, 2016 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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