Urban Geometry: Infinite Lock Down

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Infinite Lock Down

Into the sun a man stares
Focused on the horizon
Waiting
He dreams of the places
To begin his arising
Futile chases
Cold faces
Another locked door
Freedom nevermore
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

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AnonymousJuly 1, 2009 at 7:54 PM
Beautiful poem... Lament of a broken man..that hopes to break free, only to find their dream shattered!
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Shadow Of Desires

Conductor say sit right there boy
So I know it time to deploy
I see the man rolling down the isle
Looking at me and checkin my style
Now I jump to the ground
With a bone cracking sound
And run on up over to the big glass door
And spot me some luggage there on the floor
I reads the tags but don't know what they say
Ask the young lady to give me her key
As she turns it over and stares at my gat
I remember I must have forgotten my hat
So she see me and likely will identify
And I take her with me and off we fly
To the hood where she live and I leave her off there
With her eyes in my pocket in a dead cold stare.
I brought the bleach and used it to mask
The fruit of my flight; the proof of my task.
And there at the walk are two beautiful children
Who beg me to come see the the fort they are building
Into the house I slink quietly forth
Making sure to secure the big wooden front doors
To the kitchen I slip for some insipitation
And find this computer next to the gestation
Into the room bursts a beautiful sight
A young white woman clad ever so tight
I take her into my arms and hold her with passion
And slowly peel away her formal tight fashion
We lay to the floor, her head against the tile
I feed her my love as she rests for a while
Suddenly he bursts into the room
To find he has finally met his early doom
I fix him a meal of Luther brand Class
And beat his ever loving white ass
She awakens and I give to her again
A foot long of loving and put her in zen
We bask in the glow of wide eyed dead stares
While I hunt for the keys to finally declare
My freedom and liberty soon to be seen
And wipe off the prints and bleach it all clean.
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Infinite Lock Down

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