Street poetry

Harsh now. Silence be the ultimate response
Journey through long faces of blind tamed lions
Who chase vultures from the sight of their scent.
Jungle cats, give me identity to be
Strength to exist might to portray
Yet the right to be written
Flawless and yet, with great boldness I stand
Above all consciousness, when my mind is to be tested
Foolishness digested, left beyond shores of darkness
Molested. Oops, I said it, my art is now expressed.
I hit you hard, beyond what brick walls can overstand
Shake the real to a form so unreal
Beyond waters that even moses couldn’t split
Eyes wide open every time the verse get’s spit
This is the streets, the boundryless territories of artistic deeds
Teasing with deepness, yet I am overwhelmed with its weakness
That which chains it to the negative eyes of the sociable
The horrible sight of dirty bums
Misunderstood every time he stands before the microphone
And tell his soul
This is the street
Hear his words.