Wednesday, March 2, 2011

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 
come true
to get out
mine came with a price 

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


  1. loved every word here.

  2. Your words have a deep meaning here Beez, thanks for sharing this.

  3. Your words reach deap...
    Beautiful and intense.
    Thank you x

  4. You vividly described a Hellish place few of us have ever been.

    Congrats on finding your way out, but we all need to help those left behind and
    demand our governments repair and assist in ending such pits of despair.

    Thank you for shedding light