New York City. 8/25/08

 

I must say that not once did I foresee What was experience tonight. I have to say that in the last 2 years in Florida I was in a deep slumber. I dreamt of my city. The city and all it's beauty and imperfections. I felt as if I was missing out on all the things that were going on. This place has it's demons that lurk in buildings.The stale smell of Mary Jane that lingers in the heart of the pavement. The anti-social socialites that seem to have everything in their little world. I've lived these dreams, and soaked my animosity to the crisp air of steel and concrete. The city of hustlers, they say, the place where the real goons abuse the ones they do not understand. The place where the street is the law and justice is served accordingly. The place where I bought the soul of the Devil just so these scriptures were to be hand delivered to the empty minds of the people that refuse to see improvement. To the ignorant. To the shallow. 

 This place where your identification is the type of threads in your sweater, or your waist size. My comfort is put on hold to fit the description of the person i am not. This is my city, the homeless finding cozy spots in corners where they hide and escape to their labyrinths of thoughts. Is this oxygen real? Are you real? Are you real out there, living among the zombies that invades our hearts with nonsense of their reality. I will not argue with you because when arguing with a fool from a distance one can never tell who is who. So i will dismantle this keyboard and create my own language where only my fellow people from mars can really grasp my deep slumber and help me rise to the reality that will set me free.