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.