Dark City

Bump!

.:Road to no...mostly:.


As it all unfurls. Welcome to my world
What you’ll find? The times, alotta times unkind
Oft times the repercussions from bad boy nights
Amber liquids mixed with amber lights
Not quite right when they meet up with them red eyes
Wannabe wise guys…
The ones looking to not slow down for nothing
Here is where the common creep is steep
that come-up…a climb-up with
intentions to reap. But most the time
just another “not so good” fight
thrown in, it’s what we sight…
Another sawed-off gone off into the night
Perhaps tonight…just more of that blight
The flipped script wherein
things weren’t meant to go right

As it all unfurls..
Next thing known is war of the worlds
It’s onto another bad bite
This one another one with that devil’s kiss
You know, some just love to get pissed…others?
Looking for that exit ‘cause
There 'art the bliss…Behind it?
Trouble indicating that it just won’t miss
Death…is a smirk… a wink, a nod
Where full metal jackets can’t protect the whole bod
Here where the attitude often shows itself rude
The kickback? The laying down of another dude
All dependent upon who’s the host or
Who want it most or
Who’s to be left standing?
That’s because them curb creepers
Them & their weapons be so demanding
It’s the heat they be fanning

Keeping a bad taste; a salt taste in they mouth
Sloshing it ‘round with they amber liquor
Gats gripped pistols smaller, some a bit bigger
Like tats on them asses of gold diggers
Now adding on the yin & yang of
young incorrigible figures
Figuring they’re some type of
concrete defenders
We see ‘em leaning into the ongoing chaos
Working it pretty hard
trying us with all they malice
Never learning how they all hyped by they yearning
Craving for they last day in this world

Sums here getting at it watching it all unfurl
In the end…pouring our own blood
spilling it right onto that concrete
adding those last few drops of some fancy tequila
Life death, a trip; Call it a real deal killer
Wherein short lived is any worthwhile empathy
There’s no apathy for broke minds with big talk
Wherein one never ever.. Rarely safely walks
All of it going down whilst the Grim Reaper stalks
These are the happenings that blow the mind
The same shit every bit and it’s
happening all the time

kriticool, I really really want to hear a reading of this!

Please, all entrants, send me your YouTube links. If you need help with the technical side, PM me.  Don't make me beg...

Night Surgeon,

Alas, the night has come at last,
Hiding every inch of life,
And who would I be, to disagree,
I hold no tolerance for simple strife,
Though I must say, indeed,
That you mouth would be better shut,
Nothing though, I cannot fix,
With a simple nip and simple cut,
Who am I, you might of asked,
Before or after you fade to black,
Night surgeons have no need for names,
So one could simply call me Jack,
Now I do believe this case is bad,
In fact the worst that I have seen,
It seems my knife has taken a liking,
To both kidneys and your spleen,
By all means, That was rude,
Dying before I wanted you to,
I guess these intestines and ovaries,
Are now of no use to you.

Thank you, Diviy, for your entry!

:)

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to dust off my home accent a little. Daaaammmn that felt good

Youtube video reading link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83Ycw4voSWk&feature=youtu.be

Urban decay

So yeah
I'm a bit more council estate than country
or so my parole officer keeps telling me,
and yeah, I know where you can score
and how you can earn this shit for free
off people who are good for it
who know people just like me

and yeah,
there's some mean cunts down the street
that will kick off 'cause of weed
because it's all about the money
and the notoriety and the greed,
and by the way
your fifteen year old daughter
is fucking strangers for blow
(you can even film it if you want
if you keep it on the down low)

and there aint a day goes by
without another killing,
maybe we'll petrol bomb a car
and give the streets a good grilling
and watch the kids walk past  
on their way to school
while they're dragging out a body bag
containing some tooled up fool,
who kept his friends close
but forgot to watch his enemies
who caught up with him on a side street
and executed him on his knees

but there's a life to lead and bills to pay
and pills to drop and shit to say
and blame to pin on the dear old prime minister
that the streets have got so fucking sinister,
and we welcome you all to our urban decay
but don't worry kid

nobody gets out alive  
anyway

Missyyyyyyyy, thank you for the linkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. That was an AWESOME read, thank you!

Ooh, can you tell I'm excited!

oh bless.

“Living 3-D”
http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6531913061_de531c6668_z.jpg
The brilliant sun
blinded me through
ragged-curtains,
a baby somewhere wailed,
things smelled like urine.
Jesus, it was
another day already.
I’d been working
the downtown beat,
undercover,
busting hookers for my income,
life wasn’t so sweet.
Like angry woodpeckers,
jackhammers echoed
down the street,
the drone of traffic
stung my crusty ears,
Man, I was tired and
it was only 6 a.m..
I heard Betty,
the homeboy-diva,
humping for dollars
out in the roach-mill hallway.
I could have put
my wrinkled clothes on,
flashed my badge and
arrested her for
making ends meet.
But, I didn’t.
Would it really have
made a difference in
the broader scheme of things?
Me here,
her there,
living our
lives in 3-D,
another day,
another dollar,
another dirty shirt
or sheet,
depending on
what side you were on.

Thanks, Strider, for your entry!

One week left...

Metaphors In Uptown
Matthew Bass
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/92657-metaphors/


Chicago can be so cold    
the pigeons shake themselves,    
stuffing their heads in their necks    
and pray for sun at 2:am    
just like everyone else.    
   
Like everyone else,    
they find no comfort    
in nooks of decayed rusted    
L track support beams    
that should not be able    
to support anything. Or    
the rickety sounds of train cars    
bumbling along to a statacco beat    
praying they don't fall apart over you.    
   
The 12 degrees    
on the automated bank sign    
broke my heart, but the homeless man    
who asked for two dollars shattered it    
on the sidewalk.    
   
There is a difference between    
the way a man panhandles for a fix    
and because he is not sure    
he won't freeze to death    
that night.  
   
We both knew    
the sixty cents in my pocket    
wasn't enough.    
He said,    
"Please, I just ned two dollars    
for a sandwich and a pop".  
   
But his eyes said he wanted    
to be treated like a person.    
They were so big his eyelids    
disappeared in front of me    
and I couldn't look at him    
because all I saw was my    
negative account balance    
imprinted in my head.    
   
Like everything else,    
the yuppies stumbling out of    
the Green Mill or the Uptown Lounge    
never saw the irony or the poetry    
underneath those L tracks    
just a few blocks from    
brand new condos;    
A metaphor for Uptown's    
recent past.    
   
I asked God that night    
for one more week, and    
the strength to not fall    
under those rusted beams    
that support the red line;    
A metaphor of an icon    
that might fall    
any moment.    
   
I told myself:    
"I will never be that man"    
"I will never freeze to death    
in hopeless anonymous darkness"    
"I will never stumble    
down the hip sidewealks    
of a drunken urban-chic mirage"    
"I will never be the    
person on the 2:am train    
defeated by the unfair fight    
in the money grab of the fleeting moment".    
   
Next time    
I'll give that man two dollars    
and ask him his name.

Thank you, matthew bass... your avatar shows you with a microphone... any readings? *hopeful grin*

yep, at least twice a week

... so, please can we have a link to youtube? where you host the vids of said readings....? Looking for these links.

Look, Missy sent this one:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83Ycw4voSWk&feature=youtu.be

which was brill! Anyone else wanna get me all excited? (I'm stooping to euphemisms now, have mercy people!)

Atakti said:... so, please can we have a link to youtube? where you host the vids of said readings....? Looking for these links.

Look, Missy sent this one:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83Ycw4voSWk&feature=youtu.be

which was brill! Anyone else wanna get me all excited? (I'm stooping to euphemisms now, have mercy people!)



Soon mate promise