City Abc Poems

when tomorrow
that never comes come 
when I witness
my kingdom come
when everyone
really worships his hidden chip
when you look
back how insane was the trip
when you realize
that believin...

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Salt City Syracuse, You dwell in Mid State,
You are used for testing new products,
Rebuild, rebuild where you are,
15th Ward East, Southside of town,
81 came it...

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32 Decembers have passed and death awaits me sitting beyond 
I want to tell you something...
I want you to pay close attention.
When I die I...

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Early in the morning
Everybody is yawning
I hear my dogs bark
But still it is so. Dark
The light slowly arrives
The city comes alive
My dogs r abuzz wth...

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*The Boy Who cried German*

  Although Ikeh was as nervous as ever he still gathered a little guts to address those sluts. He always...

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I opened the door and found all the wounds that I pretended that they did not hurt right in front of me
I had sealed the...

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When a halt came to the hustle
     Strange brakes hit the growing muscle
     And the busy roads...

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THE MYSTERY OF LIFE

A life full of mysteries and surprises
A life where daybreak doesn't guarantee sunshine
The priests places the sacrifice at his shrine
But bcos the...

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Navigating nervously through our natural neighborhood, our native nest away from the noise and neon nightlights
No need for the numerous noxious normality's named nectars of...

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We are the second coming,  

In a land so subtle but so becoming,

The dream that we must live well,

But are we like you, a...

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I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her...

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Echoes of love
between woman and man.
Holding on to hope.
In the palm of my hands.
Walking my faith 
down city streets.
With the help of God,
guiding my feet.
Tears...

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open up your heart as well as your soul 
a winged figure about to answer your call 
a wish is a wish no matter how...

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I was standing in front of 
A small roadside tea vendor,
In a city called Guwahati.
It was a pleasant morning,
In that otherwise dusty metropolis.
While I was...

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In the hills of seven huts,
Where war is either a place or surname,
And dreams are translated into numbers,
And a number became a gambler's sad song,
I...

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"KENSINGTON" 
Written By: Billy Malloy
 I choose the path of the lonely, bitter and obsolete, I picked up survival techniques to make ends meet, I...

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There is a place I stay under the night-lit sky
A place for space where times pass by

    Far away, I can hear...

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This is the hub of Angels; by which I call a city
A concrete jungle of building that's never been pretty:

Culture in place for the unappealing...

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A little ball of fur in the palm of your hand
Crawling all over the place
Dancing in the air like a butterfly trying to catch string
Curiosity;...

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After the wind stops blowing

We will pull down the shades

The thunder rumbles past our yellow, one story apartment.

Standing close to the foamy shores

I can hear...

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