BUMPS
ON HER STREET SKINS
I walked into her by way life sometimes allowed, after times gone-by and the chronicles of regret spread out.
It's pages in the freeway library...
The once radiant queen of the street life.
Now the backside shadow of her glorified past!
Like leviathan, the gliding serpent,
She meandered through the high places
Of the streets, before the flirtatious eyes of the street,
hunters, unleashing their arrows at her Alluring presence....
The epitome of supple
Softness, zenith of teenage beauty!
Stallion untamed of the wild...
The delight of streets hunters,
Who hunt for pleasure not for treasure!
Left behind, scattered seeds, settled
On her wobbling lap;
Love's own rhythms ripped off their
Neglected souls...
Merciless street gladiators, ruthless
Law-breakers, bereft of humanness
Unkind even to the womb that birthed
Their untoward presence!
The queen of the street life reclined,
The grinding teeth of time inclined,
Courting loneliness and aloneness
At the hidden corner of once her
Striving kingdom, wincing as life goes
By on her!
The moon of the nightlife surrounded
By constellations of stars,
Now lay smouldered like charcoal into
Ashes, ashes into emptiness...
Head bended low, hand on cheeks
A statue only fit for
Time's corrosive clays!
She fetched the waters of her present
Philosophy, out of the oasis of
The silent bitterness of her desert soul
Of which her seeds have drank to the
Bream, the gale of future societal
Monsters...
But we must enlarge the banks of our
Hearts for the
Rivers of love to flow, to embrace, to
Pour out and fill
The emptiness of those abandoned
Souls, predestined as God's Children
Before time... Though now
Offsprings of the wild cats of the street
That their wildest impulses,
Maybe streamlined into streams of
Beautiful souls
Bearing light out of the darkness
Birthed before us
The guaranteed shields of our
Peaceable habitation in the streets
Of our tomorrow...
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