Urban Outlaw

A life outside society

Another day alone

Left to roam

These buy and sell streets

Everyone's a clone

of just someone else

No one is happy

Nobody's home

The buy and sell friends

A capital measured in material

No intellect to find

Just another day

A day of innocent crime

The unknown trespasser

The desperation drug deal

The quiet murder

A robbery

Without a witness

Left standing

The hatred of having nothing

Of knowing you never can

Of being alone

And melancholy

Because you care

The love of freedom

Of having no law

Of no beck and call

The endless peace

That suffuses you

When you are

The Urban Outlaw

Reviews

[Taino]

Very well wriiten. I was born in the Bronx. This poem brings back memories of what life was like there. Some watch these daily routines on TV never thinking that this is what reality is like for so many. You learn to adapt to survive.

[Dante Carlisle]

Very true, there are countless situations in life where the only way to truly understand a particular feeling or emotion is to live through it. Otherwise you can claim to know it, but never honestly understand.

[Tomás Ó C..]

INnocent crime... poor victims... street life...

[Tomás Ó C..]

GReat or small, the ghetto of society envelopes and devours all within...

[Xavier Lee]

This was an interesting read. Your poetry is powerful. All I can say is that your rhyme scheme is somewhat absent. I understand that not all poetry rhymes, but a piece like this, I think, should. Other than that I love your writing.

[Dante Carlisle]

Somewhat absent is definitely an understatement. I never really thought of these as poetry, to tell the truth. They were always simply rambling on the page. Thanks for the note, though. Next time I'll work on the rhyming.

[Xavier Lee]

With that in mind I would recommend you start considering them that way, because as poetry they're incredible. As ramble they still are, but they lose some of the meaning gained from the purpose for writing.