Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen


And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace


Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen


Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean


For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea


For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground

Shiny Apple




O my great one! 


How you shine! Shine! Shine!


The arms of the ages open,


Receiving those worn, scarred and weary souls


To embrace a new freedom of dreams!




O my soul of loving concern,


For those beaten by war, 


And the ravages of man's frailties 


That most often lurk unseen within his being,


Lift up your best alms,


And transform those regrets 


Beyond the iniquities of the past.



Streets paved with the shadows 


Of lonely and searching immigrants 


Lost in time and groping for security,


Never allowing malice to obsure your divinity.



Shine! Shine! Shine On!



6:23 PM 7/8/2013 ©




Author's Notes/Comments: 

New of dreams for so many.

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The End of nowhere


the start of the day
he rises from the streets
crazy and discussed 
is how he cheats
on the low, camouflage 
is how he sneaks
around the town and in your hood
keeping it real
like he should
selling from what he steals
dwelling on musty deals.
he can't survive
next to nothing
he's barely alive
wanted by the so many
he cry's.
hiding all his feelings
deep down inside.
heads always twisted
can't keep this up
needs ventilation
trapped but never stuck.
it never ends good
but he don't give a fuck
not a worry in the world
as he retreats, banking on luck.
must keep moving
always be ready.
there comes a time
this life becomes deadly.
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Walking Down the Street

I'm walking down the street

I've got no place to go

Gravity's got my feet

And it won't let them go


There's no one around

When the sun goes down

Just me and lonley

I can't let it go


The man in the moon

He smiles at me

And I wonder

Why he's so happy


He says I got to let it go

He says I got to let it go


I'm walking down the street

I've got no place to go

Gravity's got my feet

and it finally let them go

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