Craig Ludwig Poems

The imperfect cracked concrete, the black crater filled pavement; traveled by imperfect souls squabbling over imperfect ideas and imperfect issues.

They contain imperfect smiles that communicate with imperfect gestures. Hands waving around like an imperfect pilot on an imperfect flight path.
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Corruption, the bribery of the heart of nepotisim.

The endless ocean that throw waves of destruction that crashes against the walls of unity, serenity, community, and decency.
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Everyone is worried about who is the GOAT; when many individuals have lost hope.

They can barely cope with everyday life as they feel bound by rope. They squirm and there is no laughter, no joke.
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I bring street poetry
Solely for the soul in me
Walkin around humanity
Cemented in it's own vanity
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