Saturday, October 3, 2015

Shooting Strangers On The Street Barefeet




stealing souls held captive
in their bodily cages is not
an easy feat sometimes you
are lucky other times you
unwillingly accept defeat
the man wont give his soul
holding it firmly from your
cameras third eye when
accidentally cosmically
the stranger and you
meet in a one way street
he tries to tell you with the
 language of the eyes
he is nothing his flesh
a worldly winding sheet
much before you he says
i mortgaged my soul to
the devil for  forbidden
dreams that are still
unconvincingly empty
incomplete ,..my fate
i could not cheat  i am
not what i am just a
flame of a dying candle
fatalistically in retreat
i am a mirage he said
with his feet stuck in
hardened concrete


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