The Street I Lived

In the brilliance of the night

screaming believers rage the streets of plenty

looking for holes in hope

needles and thread they carry in the plenty

band aids won't help here ~ friends

there's more than enough of the ill and the lost to live on 

and here with the wheelers and dealers 

the screaming believers and do gooders' and not so good at doing much

Is someones little taste of paradise

thats all gone to shit

Down here with the lost and ill chills 

There's a taste for lost souls

Where the angels fly close to the  ground 

many a feather seen found

being worn in one of the lost crowns

For they are all Kings and Queens here 

From times of once before and could have been and dreams 

Yes dreams ~ There are dreamers here 

those that will forever be lost in a dream 

Mostly its nightmares and fallen frowns

that now blanket over once upon a time smiles

Here the smudged out blackbird eyes wear misery 

thats been stubbed out like a coal bud 

burnt down to its filter 

to suck up the grease and shit off the street

Such is the movements of notes here

Conducted by the skinned boned pimps 

that smile with croc teeth

hungry for fresh meat

Here is my street

here is where I was found 

in the lost and found 
here is where I lived my youth 
taken by the smile of croc teeth

here is the place where I dreamed of escape 
and lived nightmares

here is the place I will sometimes return 

to remind me 
life is priceless 
dreams 
can 
come true
to get out
mine came with a price 

Loss of life
the sentence
to carry for the term of my life