Black Poetry : Running Rooftops

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  1. Harry Hyman

    Harry Hyman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Running Rooftops

    Running ‘cross the rooftops, chased by the
    local cops, leaping over buildings with a
    ninety foot drop.
    Freedom keeping blood fired. Chasers
    getting slow, tired. I can see the roof’s door
    across the gravel top.

    I go thru its open clear, racing down the
    winding stair, jumping three and four steps
    in descending flight.
    Sweat pouring down my face, cops still giving
    chase. Air is sweet on the street escaping
    into night.

    I race to the nearby park, in the dim made
    of dark, down a lane, ‘cross a path where
    the green is grass.
    This should be my final caper. Odds against
    me not in favor. If I fail, there is no bail and
    that will be my last.

    Then I hear a gun sounding. Pain hits my
    chest pounding and I tumble, bleeding liquid
    on the hardened floor
    where I feel my life seeping, creeping from
    my body leaking as I lay here, cold and
    breathless, dead forevermore.

    I can feel no heart beating. Memories of my
    thinking fleeting back to when I did inflict my
    crimes of hurt and pain
    which is why I cannot languish here
    compelled by awful anguish to atone for
    moments my humanity went insane.

    Death is now my waking bell. I repent my sins in Hell and pay the price each night to play its game that once again
    keeps me running ‘cross the rooftops, being chased by armed cops and bleeding
    'til eternity says my bleedings at an end.

    HH
     
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    wow this was breath taking
     
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    Rich – No scribbler of words is more honored than when a created work takes a fellow scribbler’s breath away. I found myself out of breath several times writing and rewriting this piece too. It’s a rendition of actual events seen living in my youthful days in the Big Apple and here translated into the Hell of crime and punishment. Thanks Rich for the Wow and for stopping by for a rooftop run. HH
     
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    Double H. Nice to see you on the playground. Still painting those thought-provoking portraits, i see. Make a person think about the choices we make. Nice flow.
     
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    baller – So good to be in the sandbox again at the Destee playground where you can bring portraits in your blue pail and paint with your new crayons. The sandbox is where to go after swinging on the swings all day, sliding on the slide and rocking on the seesaw. So good to see you on the playground and thanks for stopping by to enjoy a thought-provoking built castle or two. Namyh
     
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