Ghetto Boy

GHETTO BOY

From down below in a junk heap of hell was the alcoholic who could only smell wine
Resourceful drunk, pungent smell, discarded wealth, some money to his name
Taken away by foster parents who shovelled a grave from the mortician's haven
He woke every day with the thoughts in deep, creeping against poisonous walls
A calling from a slave of humanity who gave all of but soul, grief and patients
Fighting the walls, the voices delay, soothing childhood was this the ghetto boy

All around a love of reality had formed, fallen beaten by another street fighting brawl
Cleaning up the cuts by a born priesthood who cared, who cared he was to say
Beating personal devils and demons a progression of strength and honest character
Insulated by monastery walls his blood dripped dry, higher and higher was the child
Street bars, drugs upon a corner deal, this was the world confronted by his innocent time
Greeted open arms shaking with fear and fury as the testaments bred a climax of crying
The whole world he said were mortally slave driven arriving, at a point of no return
Burn world baby burn the notion of commodity's past on by parental gain

Shame to all whom died without realising their passion, systematic robotic in action
The ghetto boy born in 1913 rode the titanic and sank to the Atlantics bed
Only slept in a drowning feeling riding surviving breathing as a babe for air
Today this ghetto boy told his tale by voiced opinions and airmail
Projection from the future to the past the torment drained a childhood in the grave
Only this feeling was alive and he moved thankful of the priest and the nightmare ride
He never came back they once had said making sure his past was dead

Profoundly a child with wisdom beyond his years the junk heap was gone
Walking in the light the sheer delight, promised a good life to be cared for once again
Taming the shrew he read on long, the taming of a restless soul devoured energy's woe
From junk heap to woe from the priesthood monastery he showed
A resilient spirit, the strength of character til the boarding of titanic and the overflow
They through up there prayers divided as a ship's guest
Dieing for the ultimate this was heaven do you know, boarding pass, ticket gone
A fated life in anguish and woe, call the harps and beat the drums
Angelic brooding the last split on boats and a love to survive, the conquest I live this life
Surviving my early years there were the beers a tasteful relaxation without fear

Ghetto boy you are I living and dreaming in the twentieth century
Gone are the days where you had to scavenge for food for this was the past a new today
Told by angels who cared for my life, if only love were but a kind bride
The nights curtains sway with a flick, the voice of a child the memories were a wish
Far gone was the day when the iceberg came as a serpent of the sea
Ripping apart the star built side a universe opened up my life and bought back the time
In money and omens, success beyond your ripest dreams
Dropping the poison apple were all but created forms
From the start of calamities times you should have learned

Of the masked retreat in the bedroom, fearing poverty and homelessness
They gave him one wish and this was a woman's incense and a kiss
Floating from past flashbacks to a future unknown I created this moment by my hands
These were of bones my past resting on a lonely ocean floor
Two worlds of reality unlocked as my lovely angel unlocked the door.

12 / 11 / 1998 2.53 pm

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All poems created by Davy. C. Green
Email: poet_lord@oocities.com

Created by Azza
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