Go ahead pull it,
I'm not afraid anymore,
You can't play with me,
You're weak,
You're  a fool,
You're just a thought from the past,
You can't hurt me anymore,
The games are over,
I win,
Don't you get it,
You're nothing I tell you,
Nothing,
Just a monster from the past,
An old friend,
You want to fight,
Let's fight,
But this time I will win and all the times after this with one God by my side,
I'm the monster now,
You!, You're the girl from the past now,
You think you brought me down,
But all you did was make me bigger and stronger,
Nothing of you're kind will ever take control of me again,
I'm the queen,
You fear me,
So demon come on,
Just give up,
You’re not in control.

My pretty friend, the definition,
...a Chopin-esque romantic, needing intervention
frantically resilient, a mere honorable mention
...burning for forgiveness with hypertension
Craving your redemption.

In the secret section you mention
...there's tension in your confession
another missed connection
...misled by another's deception
the impression on the connection
...a misconception on another selection
rejection is a whole new obsession
...this seventh dimension perception
the impression is to employ prevention.

Because Attention Attention!!
...need I not mention
there's no landing affections
...just internal tension
my infection is your retention
...misappropriation.
......misapprehension.

These streets knew feet in days gone by,
bustling sidewalks, crowded storefronts,
laughter, light and dancers leaking
out of smoke-filled bars.
Cars would wind through intersections,
blood cells between neighborhoods.
From The Corner came The Roar.

He remembers how the Autumn sounded
                       back in '84
when Alan Trammell brought The Series home,
the arcing shot off Gibson's bat,
the rolling wave of soaring voices.
                      Old English
                             "D"
              tattooed on the hearts
                        of a city
     who's been hurting since the 50's.

Bless You Boys.
Ya did it--
went and Sparked up Michigan
and lit a dimming town again
in Corktown's widening eyes.

In 20 years, though, losses pile up.
55 and starved for signs
of trends reversing, luck upending,
impending relief or just some kind of
                  something.

Sickening, cloying rapid decay
       as neighborhoods die.
These streets know crumbling cinderblock
walls and blistered paint coats don't
cover ribcages starting to show--
steel girder bones--and windows blown
out, like teeth lost from a well-spoken mouth,
allow the Lake Michigan wind to howl
                      out the tale--
            through oxidized bones--
       of just what it looks like
      when economic war hits home.

Heartbeats still find footing
in Motor City streets, beneath
         the Old English "D,"
but mind the scoreboard smart;
the Tigers lost a hundred games
                    in 2003.

јоš sе niје ni rоdiо
оni gа оsudišе
nа prljаvо јаslе nаsаdišе
оsuđеn nеrоđеnе idеје dа kusа
јоš sе niје ni rоdiо
оn sе sirоmаh
strаšnо nаpаtiо
pоtоmstvо svоје silnо zаdužiо
оnај štо gа оsudiо
vеtru sе u licе smејао
оsuđеn sаm biо
sаm sеbi prеsudiо

nеgdе оkо tri
kаd sаm ustао
dа pišаm
nаlеtim u prеdsоblju
nа tеlе
slеpо sаm družе
pа zаlutаh rеčе
htеdоh
dа mu оtvоrim vrаtа
оnо vrаtа zаzidаnа
hа hа hа
nаsmеја sе tеlе
ја sаm đаvо а ti
gdе si iz grоbа krеnuо

Nerazgovorljiv
Jutros nisi ni novine kupio
Crni hleb se rasprodao
Kafu vinjak i kiselu nisi naručio
Da nisi možda umro
Ceo se bife pitao
Nerazumnik
Šaputali su
Nesatrt
Smrtima
Neosobit
Nepodešen
Neštedimice
Nerazgranat

If I stop thinking of you as the destination
And just enjoy the journey…
Maybe that's the secret to happiness

I'll memorize the crinkles in your forehead
Like lines on a map
When my mix tape runs out of songs
I'll listen to your voice instead
When it gets cold at night
And I don't want to roll up the windows
I'll hold your hand

Even if we were only blown together
Like fallen leaves
For a brief amount of time
For that moment
I was yours
And maybe you were mine

I don't know where we're going
I don't even know we're we've been
But as long as the wind keeps blowing
Let's keep following the wind