Tuesday, January 25, 2011

City Mountain By Jasen Sousa

City Mountain


To keep myself from drowning, I climb to the top of a city mountain.
During the ascent counting brick by brick.
Far away from city violence, I watch the city operate in silence.
The only known place in the city where you can’t hear the clock tick.

Smoke from vents seeps in through my senses,
sometimes clouds my vision.
Neon store signs illuminate my mind
shedding light on this inner city prison.

Buying things we don’t need, an empty hunger products temporarily feed.
Wasting our money, wasting our time, wasting our life.
A view of streets and city blocks, everyone seems to be brainwashed,
standing on top of city night.

Lines outside bars, the same lines who beg to see the stars.
Society at a stand still looking for soul mates,
heading in every direction, searching for love and affection,
waiting for the sun, when the city finally awakes.

Those who can’t deal with stress,
everyone looks to get high.
Ideas have been replaced with fears,
pollution and poverty palpitate over the city, you can no longer see a star in the sky.

Alas, it’s time to journey down this mountain of glass
and return to the jungle made of concrete.
Guns, drugs, gangs and a police force with fangs.
I come here to rise above what’s happening in the streets.




Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©

No comments:

 
BLOG DESIGN BY DESIGNER BLOGS