By streetlight and rain...

A creepy pair of eyes stare at me,
from the darkness of this never ending rain.
The tears that drop unseen from my face,
further complicate my pain.

These eyes seem judging,
as they stare into my soul.
Like x-ray, they look through me,
discovering a heart shaped hole.

I back away, prepared to run,
searching for comfort and grace.
They follow me these eyes, they do.
like a memory I can't erase.

I've finally given up
and dropped onto my knees.
I plead these eyes to go away,
I beg them please.

The eyes now have a face attached,
decorated with a womans smile.
She wraps her arms around me,
and it stopped raining for a while.

The City

the city,
never silent,
never sleeps.
I love u so.

The city,
always violence,
always creeps.
I don't hate you though.

Because I hate the silence,
hate to sleep,
Love this violence,
know these creeps.




(The picture wasn't made by me, all rights still go to the original photographer)

Lost in myself and another

There is a man helpless,
crying, struggling and dying.
I walk past him. I would not notice.
I can see but I am selfish.
Normally I had helped him,
but today I am not myself.
I am someone else.
someone who is clueless,
that he is now actually me.

Stuck inbetween two thoughts

There be a light.
there be a darkness.
It comes closer.
It crawls nearer.
It is fearless.
It is endless.
And it meets.
Only to depart and separate my heart.

Waiting for the one

On the edge of a cliff a man there stood.
Cloaked in love, a coat and a hood.
he stirred in the immerse darkness.
as he stared onto the less.
there forever he stood.
cloaked in love, a coat and a hood.
for he was true to love.
but his love wasn't true to him.

Diverse? No. Humans are all the same.

Extreme life!
Do over wife.
Forgotten torture.
Obtaining fortune.
Luck here, luck there.
Hate crimes everywhere.
Sex sells as long as it's democracy.
But rape occurs more than pornography.
While god is love and equality,
raged in his names are wars, meant for cultural diversity.

 ::By Allen Crown::

Have u been there?

A black lake dark and grim.
Where foul creatures play and swim.
A weeping willow grey and old.
That bares no protection from the cold.
A broken house upon the hills.
A brewery of booze and pills.
Inhabited bye mice and hare.
You're asking me, have I been there?

 ::By Allen Crown::