You cant speak their language because you are scared of them, you uppity folk wont even break bread with them, to you they are the degenerates, to me they are the philosophers , educators .... The unexplained rainbow appearing in the midst of the land after the sprinkle of rain . The diamonds in the rough . Yes , they are the untraveled highways and byways, the loitered alleyways that are beautified by the visionary. You cant speak their language cuz you dont know their love language , these thunder cats have lightening bolt tongues and dark empty eyes yearning for living souls. Bastard children weening on breast milk of broken promises , interrupted dreams and blood ties with loose azz knots .. .. But they still smile. They still march through the ruins of lifeless souls ,whisperers and stares of the status quo clenching their wallets and pocketbooks .You dont know them .They are the unique floating debris that give the river and ocean edge its snapshots .Perhaps, you could at least take a picture......
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 01:53:08 +0000
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