Green, red and blue.
Children sniffing glue.
Mouths speaking to self.
Lips cursing.
Leaves the body in a half,
and the spirit withering.
Cracks and potholes
Souls moving on soles
Desire is the fire
and fear holds us in the rear.
Such are our streets.

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

She starts as a slow,
Wind far down below.
Sedate, benign
and completely routine.
But then,
propelled by the heat,
Rises and rises in rage,
And gathers into
A storm,
Intractable.

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A twice told tale with no record
A mystery I purport
A salute!

The life of man, a wonder
Every mind needs to, ponder
A salute!

An eternal question,
"Would any of you who are fathers
give your son a stone when he asks
for bread?"
A salute!

Man's answer,
"Of course yes!
The world.Over the years!
A salute!

A comrade of the bottle
Always too willing to spend no little
Will buy a hungry friend expensive wine
And on the request for food, give a whine
A salute!

Tears freely flew
Fond the feeling grew
Words spoken a ruin
Needed here was a win
With no run
I found myself in the rain
Drenched I reasoned
" She will be happy,
if my face stopped being all this gloomy"