Why we're left again, questioning taxes and city residents upheaving from the mouth of Detroit; I know not and I know all at the same time.
Trusting intuition, I go with it, pack my things and move further into the heart of the city.
An even more cultural, and ethnic area, that is also "Bankrupt" and going downhill.
It is the mere act of this that will help save the city.
Contributing to Urban Gardening, Community Service, and helping my fellow man, I too have pride and a pedestal for my city that I call home. Detroit.
I care not what news broadcasters, magazine articles & nay sayers have to say about my town.
Yes the population is down to it's lowest since the 1920's, but to me this says, ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT.
Must we always navigate towards the NEGATIVE?
It is the youth of today that will save this city; that will bring the light and vibrations to a higher much more positive realm. Together we must stand hand in hand and make a difference; even if it is painting a little graffiti art on a wall Instilling in passer byers TO NOT LITTER if they love their city. Even if it is pitching it to clean up an old field and plant some flowers for a much prettier and greener area in the community. Even if it is writing ONE letter to the city letting them know there is an abandon home that childeren can be hurt inside of, in your neighborhood.
Suburbanites: Do not fear the city, or the "hooligans" in it. Don't let them overturn our MOTOR CITY into a MOTOR MOUTH of Bullshit.
It's time to take our city back, and make peace with what was, and what is to be.
Viva Detroit Revolution.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Snapping
Popping
Bang Bang Bang.
The whole neighborhood grows silent
The childeren stop laughing
the dogs stop barking
and the smell of barbeque draws out of the air
pants low
hats lower
skies grey
hopes greyer
wondering who's going to be widowed next?
Walking alone
scared but brave enough
artistic and invinceable
creative and destructable
female
white
target
stop questioning
pressuring
assuming you know the end outcome
hoping to hear the right answer
which answer is right?
who knows anything about anyone here
who knows were here?
screaming, smiling, laughing, living.
loathing the upper hand that lay us down
to sleep at night
to not peep at night
smokey clubs and smokier lungs
tattered shoes from dancing
so much
cluttered minds, and thumping hearts
standing outside, jump starting cars
ghettos, getting more ghetto as time turns
fading reality, which way do I turn?
Detroit, Detroit.
You've never fallen off my map.
Detroit, land of opportunity?
Well how about that...
Popping
Bang Bang Bang.
The whole neighborhood grows silent
The childeren stop laughing
the dogs stop barking
and the smell of barbeque draws out of the air
pants low
hats lower
skies grey
hopes greyer
wondering who's going to be widowed next?
Walking alone
scared but brave enough
artistic and invinceable
creative and destructable
female
white
target
stop questioning
pressuring
assuming you know the end outcome
hoping to hear the right answer
which answer is right?
who knows anything about anyone here
who knows were here?
screaming, smiling, laughing, living.
loathing the upper hand that lay us down
to sleep at night
to not peep at night
smokey clubs and smokier lungs
tattered shoes from dancing
so much
cluttered minds, and thumping hearts
standing outside, jump starting cars
ghettos, getting more ghetto as time turns
fading reality, which way do I turn?
Detroit, Detroit.
You've never fallen off my map.
Detroit, land of opportunity?
Well how about that...
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Self Realization.
Hello cold air, colder snow and even colder wood floors.
Here in Detroit, it's gusts of snow filled wind, and chills up the spine.
As you shuffle your feet across the white dusted pavement running to your car,
you can only hope there's not a thirty dollar ticket sitting on your windshield due to the meter eating your quarters, and saying it's expired.
Wiping the snow from your face and squinting your eyes you see a Tavern,
and in you go, into the warmth, for a warm cup of coffee with a warm shot of Jameson.
Ah, Life, it happens boy.
And it happens the hardest when you're least expecting it.
The bartender is an old bar marm, says she's worked there twenty one years & is pretty quick on the coffee refills. The whole place smells of barbeque chicken and beer, the windows steamed up just around the edges and the hum of the t.v. and juke box sent a vibration around the bar that created a comfortable feeling, just enough to be good in your seat, with your drink in your hand, and conversation in your mouth. And, we wait.
The car is covered in snow at this point, there are notes all over it: PLEASE DO NOT TOW: CAR BROKE DOWN, WENT FOR HELP WILL RETURN. , WILL RETURN - METER BROKEN WENT FOR HELP- PLEASE DO NOT TICKET OR TOW., two hours in the pub and the occasional checking out the window to ensure it wasnt being towed, and its time to go peek at it see if any tickets or guff has been done to it....and BAM, thirty dollars for a no standing zone after six p.m, and the snow had covered all of the notes.....aye yae yae, somebody get me a tow truck.
Fish and chips, even though I'm a vegetarian, something's different in the air tonight..
There's more to this car conundrum than sitting around all day, this is some sort of transition....I just havent figured it out yet.
Detroit, you're a despicably magical place....aren't you?
Here in Detroit, it's gusts of snow filled wind, and chills up the spine.
As you shuffle your feet across the white dusted pavement running to your car,
you can only hope there's not a thirty dollar ticket sitting on your windshield due to the meter eating your quarters, and saying it's expired.
Wiping the snow from your face and squinting your eyes you see a Tavern,
and in you go, into the warmth, for a warm cup of coffee with a warm shot of Jameson.
Ah, Life, it happens boy.
And it happens the hardest when you're least expecting it.
The bartender is an old bar marm, says she's worked there twenty one years & is pretty quick on the coffee refills. The whole place smells of barbeque chicken and beer, the windows steamed up just around the edges and the hum of the t.v. and juke box sent a vibration around the bar that created a comfortable feeling, just enough to be good in your seat, with your drink in your hand, and conversation in your mouth. And, we wait.
The car is covered in snow at this point, there are notes all over it: PLEASE DO NOT TOW: CAR BROKE DOWN, WENT FOR HELP WILL RETURN. , WILL RETURN - METER BROKEN WENT FOR HELP- PLEASE DO NOT TICKET OR TOW., two hours in the pub and the occasional checking out the window to ensure it wasnt being towed, and its time to go peek at it see if any tickets or guff has been done to it....and BAM, thirty dollars for a no standing zone after six p.m, and the snow had covered all of the notes.....aye yae yae, somebody get me a tow truck.
Fish and chips, even though I'm a vegetarian, something's different in the air tonight..
There's more to this car conundrum than sitting around all day, this is some sort of transition....I just havent figured it out yet.
Detroit, you're a despicably magical place....aren't you?
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