really real

Graphically drastic

Magically tragic

Stretched out like the fabric

Of holy underwears



He was a paradox

Perfectly flawed



So broken he was together

Smiling while crying

Laughing while bawling

Walking while crawling



Cracked concrete felt

Like feathers across ashy skin

So smooth the bumps

Were oily slopes softly firm



Found comfort in squirming

Doing nothing was his way of learning

Spending was earning

Making it rain was saving

Cool composed relaxed when body aching

His awakening falling deeper asleep

While going acapella he found his own beat



All the hate felt like love

Going below the surface was rising above

So down bottom felt like up top

He thought if he let go

He would float not drop



To keep going only means to stop

Continual motion really was steady posting



The corners chaos kept him calm

Only got the moisture of his hand inside empty palms



The wind chill kept him warm

Seeing his own breath made him sweat



Airing out his bizness was the only secret he kept

Others success made him bitter

Liquor became fruit juice

Getting incredibly tight was really rather loose



Truth a bundle of innocent lies

Eyes merely mirrors of lonely dark ghetto

Where voices echo is your conscience

Calling you to collective action

Not passing the time like murder of minutes

Assassination of seconds



Using words as weapons silence as a shield



Whatever is real is actually fake



What he face looks like worst nightmare

But those demons and devils become best friends

Wish he could start all over

But too quickly he at the end