I remember these early times The first Downtown in the cold Lights out. Adults living like heathens Teens on the streets My inspiration The freedom which comes from taps on bricks cold air to put you right back in your body Frightening. It was freedom nonetheless
Growing up in Eugene as young teens we would frequent the downtown bus station where scores of transient teens would congregate to talk of life, meaning, use drugs and debate existence after childhoods of parental neglect.
Welcome abroad Thameslink. Grab a camera a wink at Shaftsbury’s bootylicious dancers. Pen in gear and know the answers to the parade of pub quizzes. Let your strands of raw seismic frizzes scream on bonds lightening Thames RIB. The Louis Vuitton wallet ‘on fleek’ for that crib inside the Shards slender diamond belly. Feet stay in groove with that Kidston welly against the roaring mud at the wireless festival. Pre dem soulful struts of de Notting hill carnival spicy spirits, nani wines and **** kisses. Safari hunt watch out for those hisses on centre stage of the primeval in the zoo. Grab my hand and come on boo steady your bags and steady your feet on the thrilling ride of Oxford street. Reminisce its entirety and say goodbye.
Happy Friday folks!! Hope you have a great weekend planned and are keeping safe during these times!! Here’s something to cheer you up... my poetic vision of LONDON 🇬🇧.... if you are planning to go (once COVID restrictions are fully lifted) hope this gives you a good sense of things to do and places to visit 😁🏙😊
I walk up to the counter ready to place an order to go. With coffee and cookie in tow, i head to my favorite spot and get ready for the show. 3..2..1 let's go! What's the show you ask? I don't know! It's different every day and plays whether the sky is blue or gray. It could be a traffic jam, a man trying to wash people's cars, someone getting arrested, or even a guy in a costume saying he's an alien from mars. Whatever plays that day, it never gets old. I get to learn about the people of my city while staying out of the cold
My 50th poem! This poem was inspired by someone suggesting writing a poem about something you would see in a coffee shop.
It’s nice to have a little patch of beach A spot away from where you can reach To waves and sand and sun-setting skies A spot away from frantic bustling city cries. A spot is important you will see It’s an escape where you can be It’s a high better than the cigarette - You’ll see there’s no need to light up to forget There’s no need to be in that smoking slot No need to puff or blow ***. For on the beach you’ll get your spot A perfect place that’s forever sought.
Cloudy in August Couldn't be better Burning dumpsters Near crowded highways This inner city squalor Is my lifelong muse Leather jackets And scuffed up boots Patients give me Patience sticking Needles in our veins Dynomatic symphonies Pounding us With ecstasy Drinking in the Sweet smoked air At bus stops I've Never seen before I'd never it give it up That politically incorrect Temperamental judgement I'll live forever For the idiosyncratic Enigma I call My not quite home
Dark night skyline by the sea Far sighted city lighting Why the seagulls fighting? Building tall above them all Cranes up building walls at the mall On the streets, on my way Stop to eat, only short stay Nice cars and fancy suits Pirate loot and seaweed roots Vacation gone, leaving now Gas station we leaving town Scraper heights, I just might Stay awhile driving miles Off work, out of school I be cool with the crew Southern meet danger streets Stay a week, dreams I seek Low to the ground, out of town Around and round and about This city I am out Dark sky, interstate signs This is why I drive in the lines I'd get lost any other way The gas cost the next day Would only go up Could only slow all of us Skylines rising above The city lights are what I love All silence but the road Line by line a repeating code Morse code on the road Bay ahead the maps show City lights glow In the sky city crows Car meets with stance so low I can get there by chance though