THE DEVIL IN BLACK WATCHES OVER ME AS MY GUARDIAN ANGEL WALKS AWAY
...the city never sleeps.
even at it's most latest.
there are lights flickering from buildings and cars that seem to never lose their glow
within those streets a warmth of kindness is given to a shivering soul.
he takes the kind offer and lights it up , as he acknowledges the kind sentiment, smoke fills the air and in his lungs with every puff he inhales.
from the distance, the stranger can hear the sound of the many mascots that occupy the lonely streets.
the yips, meows, barks and distant growls of the suburban jungle are brought into the forefront more than ever in the true jungle: the concrete jungle.
many of those sounds are howls that are a constant reminders to those who give an earfull that even those of 4 legs can cellebrate the night as much as anyone.
music from car radios seem to transmitt a hundred different languages all at once...all unique but all have their own stories, opinions, perspectives and ways of life that make this melting pot that we live in a very interresting one.
I am a man of many fears but within these lonely streets i do not find myself to be affraid.
my freet ache.
the weight of my body is starting to be felt accross my knees and anckles.
as i walk those familiar streets with but a cigarette to keep my body warm, I make a rather odd choice.
off they go...
and on my hand is where my shoes are now.
the cold concrete as it occupies my the space between my socks and bare feet feel quite relaxing.
cold, refresing and just overal great feeling.
felt good to have the ground underneath me give my hurtful souls a well needed rush of ever soothing sensation between those aching, un-circulated painful sores.
felt alive...even for those short moments that i did just that...i felt at ease....as if all the troubles, the constant errands at work, or even the hours on foot had just gone away as if it were a bad thought.
well, that's my story of the undying city...the city that never seems to ever rest not even for one second.
with that i shall leave you with another well written entry ....
dunno why i feel like this..
but i guess i just need to write....something.
you can write whatever you want, negative, positive, or even uplifting.....i just feel like writing this...
I gaze at the stars every night.
wishing you were by my side to hold me tight
this feeling I know is so right I can feel that you are the one.
I am the moon and you are the sun.
If only you knew how I feel about you.
I sit in my room just thinking about you and i hope you do too.
the warth of your love pulls me towards you more and more and with every gaze i throw upon you my heart seems to wish for more.
hoping to see you walk through that door just one more time so Then i will finaly experience what it feels like to be sitting on cloud nine.
you will always be the sunshine of my heart
dreaming of you every second makes me heart skip a beat.
talking to you makes me alive and no longer does my heart and soul die.
I know one dy we will fly the heavenly skies.
just wishing you were by my side
that one was written long ago
it is from a child who, to this day, would rather do what he can to make people smile without ever expecting anything in return.
a child who had to leave his father at a very young age and despises him with such venom....a child who's mother had to become both the feminine and masculine figure of the household.
i realized this last night as i was walking home...staring into my cell
looking at a picture..
well, that's all
take care all
even at it's most latest.
there are lights flickering from buildings and cars that seem to never lose their glow
within those streets a warmth of kindness is given to a shivering soul.
he takes the kind offer and lights it up , as he acknowledges the kind sentiment, smoke fills the air and in his lungs with every puff he inhales.
from the distance, the stranger can hear the sound of the many mascots that occupy the lonely streets.
the yips, meows, barks and distant growls of the suburban jungle are brought into the forefront more than ever in the true jungle: the concrete jungle.
many of those sounds are howls that are a constant reminders to those who give an earfull that even those of 4 legs can cellebrate the night as much as anyone.
music from car radios seem to transmitt a hundred different languages all at once...all unique but all have their own stories, opinions, perspectives and ways of life that make this melting pot that we live in a very interresting one.
I am a man of many fears but within these lonely streets i do not find myself to be affraid.
my freet ache.
the weight of my body is starting to be felt accross my knees and anckles.
as i walk those familiar streets with but a cigarette to keep my body warm, I make a rather odd choice.
off they go...
and on my hand is where my shoes are now.
the cold concrete as it occupies my the space between my socks and bare feet feel quite relaxing.
cold, refresing and just overal great feeling.
felt good to have the ground underneath me give my hurtful souls a well needed rush of ever soothing sensation between those aching, un-circulated painful sores.
felt alive...even for those short moments that i did just that...i felt at ease....as if all the troubles, the constant errands at work, or even the hours on foot had just gone away as if it were a bad thought.
well, that's my story of the undying city...the city that never seems to ever rest not even for one second.
with that i shall leave you with another well written entry ....
dunno why i feel like this..
but i guess i just need to write....something.
you can write whatever you want, negative, positive, or even uplifting.....i just feel like writing this...
I gaze at the stars every night.
wishing you were by my side to hold me tight
this feeling I know is so right I can feel that you are the one.
I am the moon and you are the sun.
If only you knew how I feel about you.
I sit in my room just thinking about you and i hope you do too.
the warth of your love pulls me towards you more and more and with every gaze i throw upon you my heart seems to wish for more.
hoping to see you walk through that door just one more time so Then i will finaly experience what it feels like to be sitting on cloud nine.
you will always be the sunshine of my heart
dreaming of you every second makes me heart skip a beat.
talking to you makes me alive and no longer does my heart and soul die.
I know one dy we will fly the heavenly skies.
just wishing you were by my side
that one was written long ago
it is from a child who, to this day, would rather do what he can to make people smile without ever expecting anything in return.
a child who had to leave his father at a very young age and despises him with such venom....a child who's mother had to become both the feminine and masculine figure of the household.
i realized this last night as i was walking home...staring into my cell
looking at a picture..
well, that's all
take care all