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On Monday The condom sat limply on the kerb by the road. It was beige and full. A headless packet lingered close by. Was it love at first sight.
The day was lux,. Illuminated in neon waves of. Neon people animated in. Glowing lives, multi-coloured flux. Of ethnicity coloured by. Strips of city streets bathed in. History, switched on like a.
Red yellow blue mold I feel rare, feel sandwich, crusts and all Salad side and onion rings, my heart My heart, my heart is Spiralling Ha.
[S]omething in the breeze today. [E]nvelops my senses; Ocean. [A]ir hidden in choked Mercedes. [B]enz stuck in front of me, no hope. [R]eally of moving an inch, but. [E]very now and then I scent the.
Up above me is a ledge. I remember being there. Three bottles of beer ago. And in front of me are parts of a girl. And a broken shop window. I remember writing. I remember jumping (or wanting to).
I am singing the manakin blues Losing my time in shop windows too Lazy to even dream of you Tonight, statued and unclothed Featureless but with the most Beautiful smile I have ever known Drinking...
Graffiti Art decorates the landscape. An urban life the spray can paints. Creative gems scattered in our city. Depicting happiness along with the gritty. In a concrete jungle a uniformed...
Lightning flashes thunder clashes itching rashes my brain crashes my life flashes in front of me; Im no longer free; Excuse me while a craft my crime; what I mean is draft my rhyme; a rift in time...
I know I post alot of things about pain and hurt and loss. But I look at the world around me, and its goddamn breathtaking.
The dead on the streets; heads at my feet; I’ve read this rap sheet and now I’m trapped in this beat; sapped strength in this heat; fire in my hands; ire in my plans; kill the liar of these lands;...
Touched by her eyes, Inside the city lights, My eyes could not let go, Staring at the ground where you sit and cry, I ask why and you reply "Tired of this fight to survive in this world so cruel made...
#tokyo #japan Sparkly, kind, and well mannered Japan. I can't get you out of my mind. Skyscrapers do love with nature like they were a perfect couple.
They come Petticoats of lace Moulded to their bodies A sculpture of deceit The artist; everywhere you look Sipping from teacups Of poison Their gossip a drone to the ears Gazes sharp as...
There she was All alone with a mirror and a phone. Like a satellite looking for home.
*bad language It's a little strange, a little funny. If you feel the same, sing it for me. Get up on your feet, if you want to compete. Or you can back up slowly if you want to retreat.
#nightdwellers Families are sleeping But we're waking to the pain There must be some pity for the walkers in the rain. Grimy nightroads are our halls Telltale sun's our bane.
Under Embankment Station, lying. A man, in a cardboard box, waiting. For Time to come to wake him, trying. To remember all the wrong turns, making. His life this way so hard, ending.
Squalor and newspaper tumbleweed, City lights shining like daemons' eyes, Cold iron, concrete and broken glass, Someone's idea of paradise.
I sat at night and listened to the mournful sounds Watching the people all rushing around Where do you need to be 5 minutes ago. Have I been there and are you someone I should know.
I need a get rich plan, I need one today. I need to get rich man, Believe me when I say. Fed up of living less, It's time I went for more. Living broke = depressed. Now I know the score.
#nightdwellers#beginningline From behind the cloud and out of sight, the opaque moon is betrayed by its iridescent light.
I see you every day As I'm walking down the street Our paths always cross But we never seem to meet And just the other day We shared our first smile Our eyes locked together Time stopped for a...
Close your eyes against the light, The orange, blue and blazing white, The flashing sirens in the night, The city that won't sleep tonight.
Left with this design of faulty fathers Right on track hail hits harder Why do we bother You lack the heart for the art Allow me to be the Fire start Spark out the dark Heed the call of the...