This, for some reason, is my favorite out of everything I've written. Ohh I can hear the folk guitar in the background. Keeping Up You said you know things get cold I said "No, it's just the weather When this all blows by it'll be just fine" You said you're out of time And you can feel it in your spine On these stark New England nights Well fuck if I had any right I'd say You're falling out of line But I know where we stand How we got there, why we froze Sharing smoke like it's the last harsh breath We'll take before we choke And I know how the cards are drawn Standing outside in the parking lot Chasing dawn and going on For the desperate speech of vagabonds But you, you're not the first To be hated for your words In this game we play to share the truth You tell me what it's worth to you But you're counting all your pennies And so would I if I had any Empty pockets, empty blocks ahead Wasted hours with no intent You said, "Look we stand alone out here In the shadow of our wayward prayers Only desolation angels turn To face all we have done" I looked at you, you looked at me We looked across the whole city I guess that's just where it hit us Beat, we both turned in our guns Pages will be torn out of every sacred script Bruises will be left on every soul that's ever lived But silence is a curse for those so privileged to be heard Sing the gospel true and hostile for a riot once ignored
it's great. urban strength written and posted for me to read. i've always wanted to read a piece like this but a strong poet still never takes the risk to write these things anymore. you did, and that's brave. it's melodious. and the choice of words are brilliant. a very very unique piece i don't expect to find very often. great great job. i wanted to quote a few fav lines, but i loved the poem so much... most of the lines are my favourites. great job!