'WE THE WILLING
LED BY THE UNKNOWN,
ARE DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE
FOR THE UNGRATEFUL
WE HAVE DONE SO MUCH
WITH SO LITTLE
FOR SO LONG
WE ARE NOW QUALIFIED
TO DO ANYTHING
WITH NOTHING.'
-unknown tag usa-
first i took the dope then the dope took me... yes i took the dope but then the dope took me. little did i know that this life ain't free. i snatched the dope and then the dope snatched me...
kickin on the curb makin promises to keep
give it 30 days before i get a wink of sleep.
caught the chiva virus that they call hep c
i don't want the junk, but the junk wants me! :)
'YOU SEARCH FOR CONTENT
IN MY EYES
THE BUTTERFLIES
IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH
ARE TATTOOED ON MY SKIN.
I HAVE HIDDEN
YOU WILL NOT
FIND ME IN MY PUPIL.
IT PULSATES
WATCH IT DILATE
EVALUATE-
SEE MY CONTENT
COME AND GO.
IT EVER LASTS,
THIS CHASE
FROM MY PAST.
WATCH ME PASS
THROUGH THE HANDS
OF 'GODS PEOPLE'
(they march
toward a scandalous steeple)
BUT SEE NOT US,
WE RISE.
MY BUTTERFLY
(IT SPIES)
SKIN TO SKIN
SMACK AND GIN.
COME SWIM, IN
MY OBLIVION.
ADDICTION.
THROUGH WORDS
OF FICTION-
DARE TO FIND ME
DARE TO KNOW ME
DARE TO WHISPER
SOMETHING REAL,
SO WE CAN FEEL,
FOR THE FIRST TIME.
TOGETHER.'
for rossanna,
my empty rossanna
fades gray to soon gone
king heroin make
a weak cry of a song.
lord Chiva drew wisdom
right out from her eyes.
it took my young lover,
pried open her thighs.
Rosanna, you dwindle
on these dark, hungry streets.
they scars up your arm
yes, i know they run deep.
tell me Rosanna
can u recall
the nights under stars
how they made us feel small?
remember the laughter?
the music and wonder?
how could you resign
to this darkness you're under?
the cosmos - its baffling
presence exceeds
the smack
the sorrow
the darkest of streets.
look up
it is
your own world
that you sow
come hear the wind whisper
'where there's life
there lies hope'
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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