Open Poetry #27 |
Finding Faith - reposted with edits! |
x8x_bigmike Member
since 2003-07-08
Posts 130California, USA |
Under Pinero's tenement skies I find myself in scribble through late nights detergent pens, and blacklights i write to become realized, for the bars and broken cookies jars on the floor of my block remind me i still have to be chameleon while i find solace in all you poets, the dudes on my block with glocks that jam, and the 22 shots that ringout and slam will never let me ride as a poet if they new the flip side of my shaved head and hot hate eye. but within, memories stack like bodies so my pen becomes the priest giving last rights while patients properly named Insecurity Betrayal Hate Passion await freedom under Pinero's tenemant sky. still I Close my eyes, and dream the day Lico becomes Miguel when survival lies become obsolete when u can stand on the street and stair at me atop a high rise realized |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
big mike, you see more from your vantage point on the roof of that high-rise, than most could see from the moon! Your open and insightful write shows just how "realized" you truly are! Keep those eyes open! EA |
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