Streets Poems

Street Life Pitbull Thug

(Intro)  
Yo, I got scars on my knuckles and dreams in a duffle,  
Life gave me lemons, I sold 'em in a hustle.  
Mandy said “swing by,” I said “bet,” no delay—  
But what happened next? Man, lemme just say...

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Verse 1
Mandy told me to stop by, I pulled up in Crocs,

WALKINGLY I ON HOLY STREETS OF GOLD-

WALKINGLY I ON HOLY STREETS OF GOLD

Triumphantly gathering
Amongst fellow visitors 
Returning home leaving
Our shoes and sandals
At the door on my vacation spot 
Earth passing through now 

back home walking on Holy Grounds
Embracing my Father the soles of my feet 
The soul of my vessel sweet
I bow down to greet praise worthy at His feet
Walkingly I

Streets of Eden

Happily jumping inside the Devil's mouth,
dodging his teeth
snatching delicacies of destruction to feed on. 
You know,
Apples from Eden bloom year-round
in concrete soil fertilized with bloodshed.

The low hanging fruit comes without bruises. 
It usually lands in someone's hungry hands
before decomposition gets an invitation…
So this way of life lives on 
finding a replacement to bleed 
because The

On the narrow streets of the city where light barely sneaks in

On the narrow streets of the city where light barely sneaks in,
The best people meet their end beneath a forgotten sheet of paper,
While the worst rise in bronze, statues for ages of oblivion,
Stone pilgrims on which pigeons leave their mark unabashedly.
In this theater of life, where values are overturned on the empty stage,
Unknown heroes disappear

Take Back The Streets

There used to be a time I can still remember when
but times have changed they're not the same
we have to roll the rock turn back the clock
things are going wrong something's gone astray
the streets are yours and mine
let's make them safe for kids to play
the good old days do you still remember then
those days are

Soul'd Out

Guess I'm soul searching she's on my mind
with a heart that is hurting must have been blind
I wander these streets where we walked together
but places we'd meet are now stranger than ever
I think of those days gone by
and can't help but wonder why
I'm tossing and turning time on my hands
with a heart that is burning

I Wore The Streets

In the alleys of despair where shadows fell
I walked with pockets empty a silent yell
Each step a plea, each gaze a search
For a crumb of mercy on life's wide perch

Beneath the bridges, against the chill
I begged for warmth, for time to still
The world moved on, brisk and bold
While I reached out for a hand to

Let the Streets Flow with Blood

     Advocate of rent control and $30 minimum wage
     Free public transportation! Zohran Mamdani’s a media-appointed Sage

         For all illegal immigrants, full privileges and rights
         Defund the police, let NYC’s streets

The Streets Of Atlantis

Close your eyes
Relax and journey with me
Walk with me through the streets of Atlantis
Lost to us by savage time
Share with me the golden city
Watch the sun through the turquoise
As the people walk peacefully
This city should be a model for others
Full of peace, honor, and beauty
Sadly, what you are seeing is merely a dream
Created by your

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Lonely Streets

The streets were bustling with people.
 out  of curiosity my ears tried to catch some  noise 
  Alas,
All it heard was pure silence.
There  were no chirping of   the birds.
There  were no barking of the dogs.
There  were no sound of people chattering & quarrelling.
Just   .....................my thoughts

Born by the Hoods, Class, and the Tough, Cold Streets

Bound by the Streets, where the poor Class prevails,
With Cold, hardened hearts, some are born by jail
With slicked-back hair and a comb in our hands,
We Greasers survive in a rough, Tough land
Through thick and thin, Hoods are roots in the ground,
A bond like steel, unshaken and unbound
No matter the odds, we won’t face defeat
Born by

In a world where shadows stretch across asphalt streets

In a world where shadows stretch across asphalt streets,
the modern man searches for his soul among dazzling advertisements,
alienated, stripped of ancestral creativity,
transformed from a creator into a silent consumer,
his smile, a mask on a billboard,
bearing the pride of a scentless existence,
in a world where presence becomes absence,
and essence is lost among useless objects,
our souls are

Spring Is Here

Spring is here to stay
For three months, hooray!
More bluebirds are chanting
More tulips are blooming
More trees are growing
And dusts are in the air.

The weather is cool, not cold
More houses are being sold
More joggers run in the streets
More retirees are warming the seats
More athletes are at their meets
And allergies are in the air.

Spring is here to stay
For

the streets of memory

as I walk streets of my childhood
  For  the one last time
 the picture show of the past
plays inside my mind
as I reminisce about the time when
I wore a younger man's clothes

It`s so easy to
grieve for what once was once
while walking along the streets
 of memory past

      

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