Glistening reflections over granite pathways
Blue lights dancing, through the red stain
that remains where the boy was slain.
It would be so easy to let the energy drain.
To feel the pain wash me away.
Down in the gutter a leaf floats,
a boat asway
with all the other trash
that scatters over these streets.
A gang running away in the breeze.
When you have music and words,
Love inside. You find a way to deal
with the worst of this awful winter freeze.
My eyes glaze with frozen tears
I see ghosts sway between the distant leers,
of the people on the stationary walkway,
this conveyor belt to nowhere.
I hear hate.
Licking serpent lips,
listening to reptile minds.
Fear makes hate a friend of time,
but hate is no friend of mine.
With words flowing through your soul,
love and hope grow,
not seeds of hate sown into the slime
In the shades, the hazy zones
where your vision fades.
Screams echo in your bones.
I see gangs. I hear them taunting
anyone they can,
anyone that won't stand tall.
Acting the big man
when you are nothing
but a scared little boy.
I tune out the grind,
listen to the songs in my mind.
It's the only way to cope, I find.
In the glistening
raindrop reflections
I see the glint of a knife.
Another lost to street life,
where your worth is shown
in how low you can go.
In how many fatal blows
you can bestow.
I pick up the sharpest tool
I can find. My pen
and I write it all down again.
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