Lost Soul Mate To The Deadly Drug Pride (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Lost Soul Mate To The Deadly Drug Pride
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Lost a young love on the altar of society in the streets pride high rise
Hell demands payment Dance is playing though shadows of love street Lady is playing the dirt side of right and I am singing Tell it Sonny In the willing fingers of daring avenue taking pieces of you Side walks beleven into the city streets lifting my child Them no longer care Each getting the killer of sadden walking won the wild Never taking this very well each a place for wages of sin Sad answers Little hands reach for the dollar in a floor of death coming down Take the willing reach of a lost dying plan, ghost across the street Is the grave Damn it is a burning soulful sound and crying hurting man Pits are the reminder of a place we seldom go a holding A tribute Remnant far ugly things in the light of a drug laden friend Sugar in the window sale is final in a lower part of town Private sale So well I read the lines in the book not even one question Dining a hell of pain as they had laid her soul down no Matter is past feeling It takes the last of the fluid sweat found slug and laid his body In a hole well out of sight and the sun will shine on a dirty piece of you Still molting slime Garbage, smell will take this his soul to the worms of eat and feed as I cry I still love her might as well be gone in her test of burned spoon

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

Oustanding!!!
screams innercity
this is walking inside of concrete building attached
piercing through mazes of ghetto superstars knowing their right
Enjoyed!!!

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on October 5, 2004

very interesting structure and wording...i enjoyed this alot

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Par excellence Walter!!

Love Tinka