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Young Ghetto Scribe
Leaving the Mark of his Tribe
Whilst Defacing an Urban Carriage
Belonging to the Man
Strokes of a Cylindrical Can

Speak Freely What
Public Speech Cannot
May the Oppression
Of the Police Soon Rot
Along With Their Morality*

Broken Wings of an Angel
Lie Shattered in the Road
Binding Her to this World
Of False Joy and Sorrow*
Always Apart From Her Throne* [comments] => 4 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 21 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Ghetto Scribe

Contributed by xHeathenx on Monday, 24th October 2011 @ 05:19:02 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



My First Poem to be posted in several months! I'm not dead I promise! I've just lost all creative writing behavior sadly. Lines with the asterisk will be lines I added in the last few minutes or so.

Young Ghetto Scribe
Leaving the Mark of his Tribe
Whilst Defacing an Urban Carriage
Belonging to the Man
Strokes of a Cylindrical Can

Speak Freely What
Public Speech Cannot
May the Oppression
Of the Police Soon Rot
Along With Their Morality*

Broken Wings of an Angel
Lie Shattered in the Road
Binding Her to this World
Of False Joy and Sorrow*
Always Apart From Her Throne*




Copyright © xHeathenx ... [ 2011-10-24 17:19:02]
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Re: Ghetto Scribe (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 24th October 2011 @ 07:02:00 PM AEST
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Well it's great to see you back.
Great writing so get the juices flowing thru your pen.
Blessings,
emy


Re: Ghetto Scribe (User Rating: 1 )
by deusdeira on Tuesday, 25th October 2011 @ 02:29:25 AM AEST
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Ahhh yes... subtle and beautiful metaphors hinting at a deeper meaning. Missed you :p welcome back!


Re: Ghetto Scribe (User Rating: 1 )
by Banjosandwitch on Tuesday, 25th October 2011 @ 05:06:51 AM AEST
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i like your poem your smool


Re: Ghetto Scribe (User Rating: 1 )
by Jigget on Wednesday, 24th April 2013 @ 03:58:38 AM AEST
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it's a young man. he's painting on a police car, graffiti, the true art. it spills onto the road, like silver blood. with his painting evoking thought-provoking-not-to-be-spoken imagery that would break a dead heart.
he knows not his talent has ripped that angel, ragged and wind-whipped wreck of Wing-ed Wrong, from all it knew.

we walk on a dead angel.




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