Maybe I'll just bleed,
For a moment,
So the pain will be,
Somewhere visable

The park sits in the middle of a bustling city
The skyline visable all around.
There are large oak trees scattered about
And winding paths hug the ground.
A gentle breeze pushes the soft grass
Back and forth with effortless might.
The sunlight pushes its way past the leaves of trees
Creating dappled, swaying light.
This is the city park, where children come to play
Tag and other mischevious games.
Their laughter almost drowns out the hard sound
That of a bustling city rightfully claim.

behind barricades

before the red bandanna  meant you were a Crip or Blood

undaunted, refusing to be
..........intimidated

nameless
.....(known only
to
..........................YOUR LOVE
as  "love")

the streets are red with the ******
dreams our youth  is bleeding
on these streets
but then  the gangs recieved from the c.i.a.
control over the drug trade
and killed us all
-----

(behind barricades)

the liars are everywhere and those most visable
are
the greatest of the liars

speaking softly sanely

to you all................
.....................in
words-
impossible
--

love is a powerful feeling

only love

means a thing