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A B Perales Apr 15
The Harbor freeway was without the congestion and the gridlock that made this highway famous.
Empty freeways demand speed and in Los Angeles everyone's in a hurry with somewhere to go.

It was a rare sight in a city full of men and their machines
A rare sight that was quietly becoming normal.

The lack of cars made the otherwise thick layer of ***** brown smog become a minor smear on an otherwise beautiful blue Southern California day.
With the changing of the guard the nameless planes with their exaggerated white lines across our skies magically returned.

There's more of us noticing things today than any other time before.

To the far West Venice is dying and the beach has become a refugee camp full of tents and blue tarps all wasting in the wind.
Handball courts now occupied by old bikes, tents and an array of useless garbage someone calls their property.
And the California girls' no longer come here to tan.

The girls on Figueroa stand half naked on 64th street waving like debutants at the lonely men as they window shop for *** from the safety of their vehicles.
The girls here never tell you their real name and all the men are called John.

The Gang members in the Hoods on the West side and in the Varrios and the Projects on the East all use Graffiti as a way to convey their threats to one another.
The Taggers bright, bold pieces bring colors to the otherwise grey concrete freeways.

Downtown is nowhere you want to be without a million dollars or a side arm and a reason.
They gave Skid Row up to the people and the graffiti then watched in horror as it grew into what it has become today.

South Central continues to bleed red, brown, blue and black.
Curbside motive candles dot the city corners like mile markers along the highway.
There's been far too much death to ever mention peace here.

Hollywood is slowly dying and Melrose is at 50% capacity with robberies happening almost everyday on Rodeo.

The Cranes along the Harbor stand like giant monuments to a God no one prays to anymore.
And there's a lot less Cargo trucks on the road today then any other time before.

Yet we are told to "Stay home ,we'll pay you to do so".
While outside our city is dying and there is no where to spend the money we're given anyway.
never again
I was living a life  that was mainly
on  the shelf
While feeling de-tach  from the art  it-
self
As I'm
purpose-ly  forgetting the heart that I left
on the steps
like it was ne- ver  felt
But not quite  the pursuer  of  fortune or fame
to gain steps  or any other
measure of wealth
So..
Basically
I am no longer  pleased with
pleasure'n self
Or anything that's hazardous to
my Health
But always looking to improve
myself
While needing that space for
myself
As I take the  necessary positive
steps
cause it alll   Helps
As I'm now..
eyeing the hand that I've been
dealt
And as I'm   shuffling with these cards
that I   now hold?
Just know..
that I am looking to show
Ab-so-lute-ly
no  one else
And as for my regards to the cards that I
once held?
Well..
I tend  to disregard them practically with
no eff  or  F
Which means  without fail
Man..
I   could   care
Less
And as I  sit here  and reminiscence
I once was like a house on a hill   un-
til  I
fellllll
Deaf
So most  definite-ly  I had no  sound-
ness
of mind  at the time
Yeah, it was like so  I guess
Yeah man, it was basically allll  stress
And even unto this day  in  re-tro-
spect
I still hold  in  re-gret
Falling in and out of   Luv
with that
Yet
Case in point ( in fact ) Oh Yes  I must
con-fess
that I was still
head over hills   in Luv
with Death
Which lead me to..
Making many more bad moves and many more  wrong-
turns
Man,  I was riding on  the curb  and then I  swerved
and I think I took a  ( hard )  Left
While almost having to   meet
with Death
Yeah, I know
I must admit that I was trip'n
I was totally  at odds  with  myself
But once I caught a glimpse  of
myself
I didn't like what I was seeing
It was mainly ob-scure
and obscene
Yeah,
Quite an ug- ly scene
Man ( Smh )
I didn't even know what I was seeing
And, I couldn't even see  be- yond
the scene
And if you  can read in between the lines and  the seams
and if you had seen what I had seen?
You would know what  I  mean
No doubt
I took it to the  ex- treme
And it went so far  as to have seen  many things through visions and dreams
in  my sleep
And as I recall   it was
so   Deep
Man..
But that's one of those records or recollections  I
rather not have to repeat  and that's  whether I'm awake or
whether it's  in  my sleep
So..   for now?    
                              
                                    
                                  I
                            ­            think I'll
                                                        just­ be
                                                    
                                           Brief
eff ( effort ) F ( Failure )
Atop the ladder twenty-twenty,
I was enjoying the view.
Care Home visits a plenty,
Faces old and new.
Singing songs to raise a smile,
And vacant minds re-awoken,
Music to boost morale,
Mending souls once broken.
Frail voices murmured approval,
For favourite singers of their day.
“That was lovely! - Just wonderful!
Have a tea! - Please stay!”
Then, we talked all afternoon,
For little did we know,
What was around the corner,
The invisible foe.

And just like that, we were separated.
Back down the ladder I’d go.
Down there at the bottom,
The flowers would not grow.
The rays that kissed my cheek,
Were hidden from my gaze,
A tortured isolation,
As we entered a new phase.
Yet in your darkest hour,
I wished to shine a light,
So I worked to find new ways,
Tirelessly through the night.

Springtime and summer,
Brought with it a new hope:
Outdoor shows, joy and laughter,
(Needed to help us cope.)
My feet were on the ladder,
And life was on the up,
But slipping on the rain,
I fell back in the muck.

Atop the ladder twenty-twenty,
Now that seems long ago,
Through all the loss and tears,
I did the only thing I know.
Which was to carry on,
With a stiff upper lip.
I’d see you all again,
Once I regained my grip.

Twenty-twenty one flew by,
Just like the year before.
With notes of heartfelt lyrics,
Hidden in my drawer.
What awaits atop the ladder
For twenty-two, who knows?
But I’ll never forget,
When I helped them through their woes.
Winner of the 'Goodbye 2021, Hello 2022' poetry competition, 18+ category - Serendipity Gift Shop
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©️ Joshua Reece Wylie 2022
Jodie-Elaine Jan 26
Our          mistakes
mask   themselves
like                     me
outside of
            Sainsbury's

             frantically.
Lockdown poetry from my very, very soon impending collection: 'Haven't the Foggiest'.

... actually more of a Lidl gal these days
Nylee Jan 17
In a matter of time
I've been losing my mind
the heat rises, and the ice melts

we've suffered enough
or was the last year, just a trailer
to what is to come more

escaping it ain't easy
it is driving me dizzy
thinking about it

Simply, there are no answers
To the times unknown
and the life that are gone

do we refuse to look up still
Or are we so used to the drill
this is no more surreal.
Now..

Don't call it a comeback
or a premonition

Don't even call it a myth

When you can just
call it a 6th sense
that's been set

On the drift
of my..

self-Aware-ness

Cause I was wondering
where it all went?

And you may even call it
further  enlightenment
to break away..

From the FALSE
meaning of bliss

That has ordinarily
been sealed  with  a
KISS

Man..
But you can wipe
the lip-
stick

For I have no TIME
For making change
outa nothin  but
Cents

But much time
for the  encore
For my lines are
On  par

But payday is
Sub  par

Well..
I guess you can say
I'm making nothing
but  SENSE

Which implies
deep inside.,
Something doesn't seem
or smell quite right

Like..

The O and the K
subtle translations of
SiX

Which is..
666
The Mark  of the
BEAST

That will rise
from the North  South
West  and  East

Preparing to Feast

For I see  the evidence
In all of these..

Chem Trails ( Chemical Trails )
Up in Cloud
Up in AIR

Which reads..

You may now
Dispair

Which means..

They docile down
with the cries of
WORLD  PEACE

But WHO  cares?

For most are unaware
their minds are  up  in  AIR

Like  Solar Flares
that are..
                      So
                            Low
  ­                                  Flare

With eyes mystified
like Zombies
now totally
ILLUMINATED

So crazy
how they all fall victim
fixed within the  SYSTEM

Guess they caught'em
zip'n by the lights
now
HYPNOTIZED
as they all stop and stare

With empty heads
like lead
they all syn-chronize

For they have
no self-Aware-ness
like Flies

That only buzz around
and around
and go on.. and on
about.. nothing

Well I guess
most would rather
catch flight  off the HYPE
of the toxins and remain

Unconscious

While some..
Hiss around like a rep-tile
so decep-tile ( deceptive )

They rather quote
the theory of Darwin
than weigh the feel of their
Options

Like trendy little
Moccasins
they mock at sin

Hand in Hand

Always looking away
from the ob-scene
they dare to make no
scene

They wipe the slate
clean

Only keeping up
with the mainstream
like everything's OK ( peachy )

When its really not

Man..
They rather vent
about nonsense
like inanimate objects ( puppets )
and stay..

Set in their ways
can't even persuade
they never engage

No sense of RAGE ( outrage )

They never stretch and clinch
sorta like an Arm without a Fist

That's a swing and a
Miss
and rather reckless
and  careless
If you ask
me

So proud
sticking out like a
bare chest  that's left
un-protected

With no presence of mind
to even wear a vest?!

I guess..
They have no
presence in life
to even invest

Never questioning where
to make a good
purchase

Which is..

The GOLD MINE
of mindsets

Don't even know a
mind check from a
mic check

Well I guess..

You can't stand to cash that
if it's not in the form of
Paychecks

Nah..
Scratch that
this is now  my Check

And if all fails..

You just might as well
hand me that cred too
with another  Check ✔

As I intersect
with my mindset
on the Offset
Of..

My view
of the  SiX
Well, here we go again with another controversial but informative write
And just like a few of my other ones, this was written 5 yrs ago
Lucy Schofield Nov 2021
Fingers tapping, one, two, three,
A slow rhythm drums in my chest.
The words on my screen blur and fade before me.
The world slows as we are put to the test.

The streets, barren and eerily silent,
Darkened windows, chairs on tables.
Places once filled with noise now absent.
Are we now living in one of God's fables?

Perhaps, then, we must stop and listen,
Listen to the lessons He is teaching us all.
These drastic measures, so brazen,
Yet we are close to the edge, were we to fall?

See kindness and beauty,
See all that is good,
As Mother Nature breathes freely,
Tired from all She withstood.

Laughter and bored games,
Brought together by distance,
Whilst the air, the water, She reclaims,
No more waiting, no more patience.

Yes, waters clear as emissions drop;
A truly beautiful consequence.
But we must not forget - take the time to stop,
Extend our minds to at whose expense.

Unemployment creeps ever higher,
Many lives are lost.
For those a dark and terrible chapter,
Enduring such a saddening cost.

The good that lies within,
The beauty of humankind,
Rainbows, clapping, togetherness underpin,
Our world, our people, our priorities realigned.

So listen we must,
To our animals, our rivers, our Earth.
Look to your nearest and dearest,
Use this time to recognise their full worth.
Salvador Kent Sep 2021
Wind. Walk outside.
You went again today.
Wood. Familiar landscape.

Blue. You're infatuated by the colour
For some reason or other.
Sad really. Sometimes blue takes over

Your mind so much you can't sleep.
Not that you sleep anyway.
Hilarious really. Two in the morning.

Why are you this way nowadays?
Did something happen? Must have
Because that would explain it all.

Funny thing. How time slipped away
Feels like March slipped to May
Slipped to now. You're staring at a pen and

There's nothing else to do.
Why are you crying now?
Did something happen?

You've been so blue recently.
You're always so blue.
Why are you always blue?
April 2020
Elizabethanne Jul 2021
I have seen friends tie themselves up to the bedposts of lovers
who would never give them a second thought
If all their pretty untouched skin wasn’t right there
To bruise and taste at their convenience
we have been told there is no other way for us
to hold any value as a person unless someone wants us
I have seen friends cry so hard they puked
as they untied themselves from those bedposts
their wrists had been rubbed raw
and they still left their heart behind in hopes
he would return it with his own in tow
I have seen friends make themselves
names in a little black book
A faceless body  
They will let you treat anyway
you want because it’s better than alone
I have seen friends
Break themselves for this twisted messed up version
of love that’s being sold to us


- Who taught us how to do that to ourselves
- Everyone, everyone, everyone
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