A World Apart

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A World Apart

 
 

There are differences

More than mere skin and thought

We live in places

Only the other has seen in the dark

Connections are clear

The attractions are simple

Based deeper than either

Could ever admit

Time is not that gentle

The sun is a jealous lover

Always hiding one from the other

But from the mind jealousy cannot control

The thoughts belong to no one

But the one whose mind in which they are caged

Thoughts transcend moments

And move across time without hesitate

No words ever spoken

Mere emotions shared across voids

Words never spoken

Infinite images enjoyed

No matter the sun

No matter the time or space

The mind is a device to convey

Between two emotions

A world apart

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Bus Stop Stories: Society Killin’ Villain (A Poem And Commentary)

Bus Stop

You think you know it

What is this neighborhood

But the truth is for real

A truth you’ve never understood

 

There isn’t any violence

We got no old age attacks

Young men were jeans

And old ones Armani slacks

 

You keep just keep on talking

About crime you don’t know

Bring all your cameras in here

Faking like a reality show

 

You’re not from here

Don’t talk like you know me

You’re style is so weak

You have to steal creativity

 

Take no offense

At what I’m deliverin’

Cause you’re just the most recent

Of society killin’ villain

 

You come in here

Trying to make us look bad

When all you ever do

Is play up to some cheap trending fad

 

Who’s the real big man

When it comes to society

The man who spreads lies

Or the one with integrity

 

We may not all have

All the things that you’ve got

But where I’m from

We choose what we’ve not

 

See those two oldies

Those walking over there

When I was born

They gave my mom a high chair

 

That man over there

He just lost his wife

But you know what

We keep helping him with life

 

This is our home

Not some TV stereotypes

It takes all kinds

Even some like you lowlifes

 

So take your cameras

And your promises

Then move your behinds

Off our premises

 

The film crew didn’t really know what to do at that point as Rod finished. The crowd that had gathered was cheering and that seemed to give the crew a clue. They and their slum dressed star slipped away as the bus started to slow down. Rod was a hero. A hero in our small block of the town.