A porch light hums faintly against the slow-warming dawn;
a single leaf turns over in the breeze without hurry.
Far down the block, a mailbox closes with a muted click,
while the street rests easy, holding its quiet like a cup.
Why is my heart full of chaos?
Like I don't even understand my feelings for you,
As I want to give all my love
But always seems to go down the drain.
Maybe I'm not ready to receive your love
As if I've been in the street like a tsotsi,
Love seems wonderful in one minute
But it stings harder the next.
Police cars block the side streets;
The avenue’s car-free
To make the strolling easy
For pedestrians like me.
The booths hold clothes and jewelry
And crafts of every type,
But front and center is the food,
Deserving of the hype.
Most every nationality
Is represented by
Whatever meals the chefs at hand
Can chop or stir or fry.
Aromas fill the neighborhood
As people buy and munch
A snack to tide them over
Or a more substantial lunch.
Distilleries display their wares
Near smoothies packed with fruit,
The locals and the visitors
In purchasing pursuit.
A lovely way to spend some time
On a fall-like afternoon,
Succumbing to the urge to buy,
To which I’m not immune.
Easy Street
What would you rather Easy Street, or Blessing Boulevard,
Before you answer be vey careful, for choosing the right one may be hard.
One is a way, wide, broad, and shady, the other straight and narrow by far.
Down the one least popular, one will scarcely make it, the righteous, is who they are.
Rapid and rushing, merrily, merrily we go, like countless little fishies going one way,
Everybody’s doing it, just follow the leader, the Easy Street travelers will say.
The other way requires, that those who will travel, will by faith, and their faith to renew.
Like with “The Eye of a Needle,” a rich man and his camel, must kneel and burrow through.
The way of the Christ, is through the gate called Straight, and few there be that find it,
The way of the world is down Easy Street, a death contract to those who will sign it.
You shall receive, a crown of glory, eternal life, the Blessing Boulevard way.
The pleasure and sins, of the Easy Street life, have the wages of sin to pay.
Love does not walk
Hand in hand
On a one way street.
She had already
Turned the corner
There was someone else to meet.
Thieves plotted the street-weaver's doom;
and thus he just rented a room.
So "strange"- the pipes burst
and thieves were immersed...
weaver laughed and left with his loom.
August 28
Do you know about him
The little tall man
Living in the brown street
His lips are hard
Like where charcoal is made
He feels high more than alcohol
And always scorn his wild hair
Do you know about the natural leaf
That scorned him
For the first time
He feels his lips
With a sedative herb
And forms a circle in his skin
There are dirts
Waiting to be heaped away
He picks them up by chance
Along with a clipper
He moves with the cloud
Seeing double shadows on the way
Laughing at him
Finally at a waste bin spot
The dirts are abandoned
He picks up the clipper
This is the best place for hair cut
He sits loving the moment
While passersby share laughters
Life be uncivilized
Some days,
No heads-up-
Still we walk onward like fire
Won't fold us.
Pain
Runs late,
Lurking,
Long- winded existing
But we keep living like loss
Can't lock our light.
Hope
Hits hard,
Lifting
Low Spirits-
Letting lost legends lean
Back into their vigor.
There was a man in the Temple street
who went round and round the street
everyday begging for alms
never did he offer prayers
to the temple Gods for he was an atheist !
the street is a problem
the street is a fixer
the street is a fast start
the street is a fast fix
the street solve a problem
knowledge is a smart fix
knowledge is a fast fix
knowledge is a fast start of a fast fix
knowledge is a fast start of a fast problem
knowledge solve a problem
a rock is a rocky street
a rock is a rocky experience
a rock is a rocky problem
a fast start is a rocky start
a fast start is a rocky experience
a rocky experience,a fast problem
a rocky experience,a smart experience
a rocky experience,a smart problem
a problem fix a problem
a problem fix a fast start
a fast fix fix a fast problem
Mommy cat and four kittens
oops, neighbor ran over Mittens
Now four cats still alive
another ran over three survive
Three cats left across the street
since two ran over becoming road meat
Mommy cat with her kittens two
come to my yard wanting food
Get my dogs in a barking mood
that mommy cat and her two dudes
These three cats with the Nine Life Jive
look both ways while crossing street still alive
The street scored two victims could be more
if the cats cross street with pedal floored
Life is fragile times we cry
nothing so sad as when a kitten dies
But we must be strong and carry on
for those three cats won't leave my lawn
Start the Truck Mike...
Y60TH I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD ON 60TH STREET MY DAUGHTERS EX IN SON FATHER'S FAMILY'S THEY USE TO BABYSIT MY GRANDDAUGHTER YKIRBY HER MOTHER LIVED ON 60TH STREET NOT ME STOP SENDING TERRORIST THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES INTIMIDATION I NEVER LIVED ON 60TH STREET YKIRBY MOTHER PERKINS RESIDED ON 60TH I HATED THAT MY DAUGHTER TOOK MY GRANDDAUGHTER TO THAT BAD NEIGHBORHOOD WITH HER BOY FRIENDS GRANDMOTHER HER DAUGHTER WOULD BE YOUR YKIRBY ON 60TH STREET TODAY I'M GETTING INJECTIONS IN MY HEAD WHY TERRORIZE ME WITH THREATS Y60TH WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ON 60TH STREET YOU THREATENING THE WRONG YOLANDA
Nadine and
Dianne Dougherty's one
hundred and
eighty detained tonguing grey-
hounds were
heard to be denying any
dainty handouts or
unadorned rough hy-
dration treatments from the
eighty or so once weedy
youths who had dared to
face their dread by
grunting their
way clear through in-
dentured servitude to a
naughtier space for
authoring gutsy hind-
sight recollections of
satan's black sun san
francisco church in
all of its
morning glory seedliness.
Ever-optimistic
for fun and games
one may dream
of peaches and cream
and tho' the primrose path
may razz our berries
life ain't always a bed of roses
or just a bowl of cherries
for the latter comes with stones
as has the former prickles
we must pick and choose
which way our fancy tickles
I’ll be coming breaking loose
Out of my shell
Moving is the way I choose
Now it’s preferable
Down the easy street I’ll go
To the seaside bar
I’ll be curious to know
What the changes are
It’ll be good to hear the news
From the horse’s mouth
Who’s to win and who’s to lose
Who’s to flying south
Then I’d listen to the run
Of the lazy waves
Sitting on the muted sun
Smilingly I’d gaze
To the sea beneath my feet
And I’d breathe that air
Though there ain’t no easy street
That would lead me there
It’s the little nuance I
Should’ve taken to expense
Easy street’s detour sign
On the road work fence.
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