I Walk
Yea though I walk though the alleys in the shadows of death; No evil can ever settle on my soul. The count is on til the day when I take my last breath and once again my spirit is whole.
So I walk;
staring in the eyes of contentment, resentment, emptiness and lost hope, past the junkie on the street at the end of his rope. A small child in the streets surviving day to day; casting my young eyes on this reality with nothing positive to say. Would they hear me if I cried, would any difference be made? Crying my tears into a river into which I will wade..and drown. My sorrows heavy, my heart turning hard ….as stone. This path I solemnly travel praying it will lead me home.
And so I walk
through the alleys in the shadows of death; No evil can settle on my soul. The count is on till the day when I take my last breath and once again my spirit is whole.
If I should wake before I die, then let me close these weary eyes and dream…
Dreaming dreams of sunny days are the things of the past my young eyes have gazed upon far more than they should know in 26 lifetimes. It all seems to be so much and moving so fast, so bleak, so broken never meant to last. It was only to get us in check, it was only to keep us docile, dependant and distant. I look upon this walk and see the grateful and dead, strawberry letters spinning in my head
Who am I to dream the impossible dream? I have to stay asleep to have any hope of dreaming of the fire of the sun burning my face and taking away the tears. Please take away the tears..please take away the tears…
And so I walk
through the alleys in the shadows of death; No evil can settle on my soul. The count is on till the day when I take my last breath and once again my spirit is whole.
I stretch my hand reaching for a surface that’s not to be. My gasps for life giving oxygen are ignored, but this river keeps rushing…where is it going? Where is it taking me?
I taste the salt of my own tears, as I slip slide away from all this and I walk 40 days and 40 nights in the rain… though the alleys in the shadows of death; No evil can ever settle on my soul. The count is on til the day when I take my last breath and once again my spirit is whole.
I want to stand, I want to tell them I made it, you didn’t break me, you didn’t see me while you had you sand buried in my head, I filled it with those walks of my mothers, and the walks of my fathers across deserts, and plains, mountains and jungles like this. And I prayed this prayer that I might stay asleep ong enough for the morning to come and find me here. Walking..
Through the alleys in the shadows of death; no evil ever settling on this soul, counting days til the day when I take my last breath and once again my spirit is made whole.
The smell of rotting minds is not something you can never prepare for and never forget. It has a sharp pungency that can turn the stomach of those not prepared to deal with it. The hustle is this… we pray TO the fathers George, and Ben, and Alex, and Thomas; yet we prey ON our mothers, Alicia, and Rose, and Margaret and Donna with a promise to stay true to no one, got to get that flow.. at the train station with your cases and no ticket to go. Boy plus girl plus fiends equals stacks, the jakes hot on our trail cause you leaving them tracks; up in arms over nothing in the mirror we stalk. No destination no cause so in this alley I walk alleys in the shadows of death; evil awaits me the cost of fame is my soul. The count is on til the day when I take my last breath and once again my spirit is whole.