Street

The street does not care
do we think it watches us with contepmt?
dont we see it is not there?
it is just a street

The street can not abuse us
the way others can abuse us, and the street

The street does not try to lead
that was the people who built it
and we led them, with our need
there's nobody here but us

The street leads from places
just as well as it goes to them, it has no preference

The street is not afraid of death
and it never thought of a god
even if they made it run through cess
the street never complains.

The Street

Unforgiving and all-encompassing
Lives are thrown into it and collated for the grand scheme
Like a performer pushed in front of his crowd,
A little uneasy but all too comfortable

The street will take you to where you want to go.
It is the pathway to your every desire,
You need only state your payment.

Flying high and looking low,
One will inevitably find The Street,
Filled to capacity with souls-searching
And finding….in one way or another.

If I were a street, though, where would I lead from?

Still I would not be paved
Can I still have the trappings?
The facade that fools me too?

Perhaps cobblw stone
to make me feel special
with my decadent guests

Or soft sand and pebbles
stealing my style from the beach I visit
where the people have fun

I would lead to happy places
but also back to the drear
which in in most lives

I'd follow the noisy stream
which would tell me of its adventures
And Id tell myself I am happy not to move

I lead to a place, then back again
It is all a street can do
some pity me for this fact

But it is what ive learned to know
my place in the world i cannot choose
an ordinary thing personified.

Streets

I watch things burn on the street
I am so l337
Fire can't be beat
Now lets all have pixie stix to eat

Streets

In silent neon of the street,
The dusty air of winter heat,
Redundant thoughts to either or -
Another line is washed ashore

A vacant buzz to fading fame
Some reconciled reluctant blame

Then drizzle and a star.
Again, you went to far.

Rewind.
Retry.
Redo.
Rely.

Release the blade and learn to fly.

A star. Arcane.

Rewind once more.

Take out the blade and wash ashore,
In silent neon of the street.
Consume the air. Absorb the heat.

Look now.

Streets

If I were a street where would I go?

I know I would not be paved,
I should not like the trappings,
And the façade.

Perhaps cobble stones,
To echo the tapping of horses
Going by with majestic carriages.

Or soft sand and white pebbles
Leading to a beach where children play,
And ladies sit under umbrellas.

And I would lead to happy places
Away from the rush and bustle
That many call life.

I would run along a babbling brook.
And hear all the secrets of where it’s been.
But content with where I was.

Streets

Move in close, skim the ground
See the conflict firsthand....

A line of tarmac like a river,
Banks lined with concrete slabs.
Houses glare across the grey divide,
Bunkers in a war of false icons.
The combatants pit wage against wage,
An endless escalation - a Street War
Where the fallen are victims of fashion.
"Have or have not" says the rules,
"Keep up or die" is the battlecry.
Futility is the watchword here
Stupidity, vanity, pride....

Step back - it's just a street.
But to the urban warriors who live there,
The War of the Wallets will never end.

Streets

I saw a street sign at the end of a path
Telling me that this was the end,
No farther could I go.

So I sat down on a nearby rock,
And still here I sit.

Streets

its dark night and i walk on a street
i'm all alone and i wonder
where will my street lead
everyone walks his own street
but no one travels alone
we all have travelling company
until the end of the road
some streets are shorter than others
some have more pain and difficulties along
but every street leads to same place
where we will meet again
and at the end of our hard travel
we can rest until the end of the world

Streets

Streets of gold and silver, shining
Gleaming mystery it was built upon
On the fence, in four directions
The street shoots off on it's tattered compas
Each way shows it's own desires
In the middle stands the solemn figure
Each street is his own guided path

Streets

I stand under the midnight stars
And wonder in it all
And turn to look behind
all I see is pavement

So I follow the yellow path
A line straight to where I go
It seems to know
So I follow

And all my paths lead to somewhere
But the one I want leads to you
So I look for street signs
Leading to the one I love

Leading to you

Streets

Down the street
on the corner
I feel that heartbeat
of the place I left

Turn again and wander
finding heartbeats
that are a bit fonder
like that place I saw

The streets are quiet at nights
nobody wants to walk them
but nothing's out to give frights
they just fear finding the beat

Of that place we have all been
though we never wanted to go
that vile place we've all seen
where the only heartbeat... is your own