Street Poetry

Posted: November 27, 2012 in Poetry
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Spreads across the streets

Like a disease of the concrete

It’s in the polluted air that we breathe

& the dark confessions we speak

It’s the messiah of poverty

Healing the broken hearts that bleed

Giving the forgotten a reason to believe

Helps the liars find a moment of honesty

It’s the addicts’ only recovery

The poor animate daily its poetry

Sets a fire under their tragedies

It’s what the slum thinks when it dreams

The rhymes of the hard times

& everyone knows what they mean

Makes the blind see the signs

And the ignorant realize

Words of a lost world in a city

It is the divine comedy

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Comments
  1. Reblogged this on ZENspeak from the NINTH Circle and commented:

    I always rush my poetry and regret it; but I’m not just sitting on this one. The final revision… Maybe…

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