Window Shopping

Allow me to speak graphically
That when homie got hit with the stray
I saw his white polo go blood red
From a plain K Swiss to a graphic tee
Later the courtroom was it's own tragedy
No justice just grand gestures made by jesters
So the hate in his mother's heart
It grows and festers
Word is she just sits by the window
With a coffee in her hand she hasn't drank for days
She whispers but nobody can hear what she's saying
Some say she mumbles
Others swear she's praying
I'm not sure myself
But I know something about survival
Day to daying
Show her the light!!!!
Show her the fight!!!

dtr.

Wandering Thoughts

The decaying city
Was once the praying city
An artist wanders down the deserted streets
Seeking inspiration from the loss and moss
Something dangles between his fingers
Either a blunt or a cross
Trying to rationalize the lack of god's rise (Don't tell me to capitalize)
Faith tested by the highs
Faith tested by the lies
Faith tested by love's demise
He wrote it all down with tears in his eyes
But there was strength if you believed
Resilience in the small revolution of thought
(Truth) a garbage can fire casts dark shadows behind the writers
They had the power to bring peace to the fighters
But paintings had become hated
Words even more
If it didn't fit into a telly time slot
It stayed in the attic of the mind to rot
The once bustling downtown now vacant and boarded up
The only thing left behind were the oddly placed statues
Arms outstretched
The coins collected now worthless
I see you survived..
And ask myself
Is love worth less?

dtr.