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Street Walker
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 10-27-2007


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 

Every casket has its fill some are against the will
Dead live die
Some walk dead
Some fly spirits bottle-fed
In the streets in your head

Underpass in a box
Drop out of school hard knocks
Score written on her arms
Smile takes you off guard
College drop out
More like life
What I saw

Fingers work the edge
she said I took the pledge
In an hour weak from sleep
In a time we meet
Street was corner dead
I was lonely
Five she said
Time it wakes in a storm
She was a live
I was born
Music in my ears
Warm body
Shares my fears
As passion fails
Trail keeps
Cats and me
Walk the street
Rats come in colored cloth
Some are free some are bought
Pain and vein mixes with wine
Chills the script
Frees the mind
Taxi she sleeps
In my bed
Better than the street
Wailing sound
Overdose
Coming down
Question never end
Saved her life
Not a friend
Stays with me
Street is cold
Garden warm
Saved a soul
She is young
I am old
Love in verse
Unfolds
Whiskey like a lullaby
Never too young or too old to cry
Watch love grow
Watch the body die

Every casket has its fill some are against the will
Dead live die
Some walk dead
Some fly spirits bottle-fed
In the streets in your head




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01-29-2008 Everett (dale) Pogue    

This is a painful heart-wrenching write on the life on a street in Everywhere. It is not a pretty picture but too real. Sometimes a hand and care can reach out and rescue, but more often the rescue comes too late. It is all there in your words. Thanks, Dale
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