david gerardino Poems

this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night, and brokerness, and drugs that bite,.and the moon,, and the moon turns into glass. this ghetta got its own blood, and guns, and different time zone, and the moon, and the moon turns to glass..
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never saw the halo,
underneath all that stink.
i never pictured this man,
to save a life, with out first
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CONSTANT,
but steady, this love we have.
CONSTANT,
but steady, this beatifull dream.
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THERES a pregnant nun in this face,
a ringmaster, arresting a neurotic,
damaged child, ..
theres a splitting,
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TO laugh like that has to be
a sin.TO let your self go, and
spit the words into the wind, only
to land on a land mine, your
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SMOKE, fills her empty mind, and
A lunatic laugh begines, as she
takes one last try, la, la, la....
WOBBLE momma, in the tall
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WHEN peaple hide, they bury the keys and locks.
WHEN peaple hide, they throw away their passions,
and cover it with spit and white dirt.
WHEN peaple hide, they turn out the lights, and
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SHE fell off the plantet,
made a lot of mistakes,
didnt read the instructions,
or turn on the car lights,
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I dont remember being alone.
I dont remember playing in the rain.
I dont remember going to school, but i remember love,
yes i remember love.
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