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Vegas Street Poetry Vol. 3

Updated on March 19, 2013

Flaws

Towers are built

By daylight’s dream

Midnight light

Reveals the seams

Vacant cracks

House the rodents

Halfway to heaven

With a soul to redeem

Sometimes things just wont look the same ever again.
Sometimes things just wont look the same ever again. | Source

Life Not Dead

Holy

Solely

Driven by energy

Bravely

Shamelessly

Revisiting memories

Factual

Radical

Healing over time

Frozen

Frosted

Hands of a mime

Broken

Shaken

Pieces of oblivion

Stable

Fable

Strength From within

Hoping

Poking

At the edge of insanity

Striking

Vulgarity

Profanity in humanity

Hiding

Savoring

The insecurities of our anatomies

Loving

Favoring

A silver lining in catastrophes

Holding

Cherishing

The moments still ahead

Vividly

Constructing

A life not yet dead

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Ignorance

Every day

Thousands arrive

Fresh meat

In a slaughter house

Without knowing

They self medicate

Treating their disease

Naively

Severing

Their innocence

One of the many

An invisible face

Amongst the crowds

Distributing poisons

Selling the antidotes

A silhouette

In a room

Full of clowns

Passing out rocks

Making his rounds

When morning awakes

Like an H-bomb

Blooming Above

This restless town

His face is hidden

As it burns

To the ground

The Homeless

Heat Radiates

Off of the asphalt streets

Coins are collected

By the old and the meek

Money is gambled

By fortunate shame

The greedy overlook the needy

Ignoring

What they can’t entertain

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Great, gritty poetry about that illusory place, and the illustrations work so well too. "Halfway to heaven with a soul to redeem...", what a line!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. I love your Vegas poetry and the pics. Someone who once went to Vegas told me that as much as the neon makes it look like a fantasy at night during the day it looks so sad, fake and made of plastic. Passing this on.

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