Black Poetry : Skillz Challenge-Children Of The Streets

GYPSYMAN

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Apr 9, 2001
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I
walk down
flooded
city streets
tasting aura's
from corporate
exec's
to
those that lay down
on park benches
to rest
I
detect
multiple masks
and soul's
bent on
fruitless
tasks
along
with those
with
gift
of gab
or
stuck on
sad mad or
simply look
like
the day's
gone
bad...
atmospheres
emanate
like
dead stars
and some
pass
soothing
smiling
blessed
understanding
and loving
who they
are....
MY TEST
comes
when its
my turn
to reflect
what im
feelin'

and

when i feel
phucked
up....

remember

my sole
purpose is
to lift
another
up....

NO MATTER WHAT
cause
we are
all
CHILDREN
of
THE MOST HIGH
from
the day
we are
born
untill
the day

we die.

So just for today at least

to all eyes who see this

much LOVE much Peace.

sincerely

from the gypsy.



On A Continuous Journey
GYPSYMAN
 

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