1). My City I look at my city in such a way that my eyes are shut to its splendour in decay graffiti signs posted to walls crumbling brick the building falls ashes in footsteps fading to dust the graces of rats nails coated in rust the ageing hooker stood in the vail eyes blood shot skin so pale boob-tube and thong in spite of the cold frost griping glass corpses fall silent there slumbered a tramp who's life was not violent a feast for the filth he fuel's the decay road sweeper goes by to the city's dismay left in the squaller withered and worn the life of this city is one i shall mourn the spirits cling closely in the darkness of night laughing and joking giving the drinkers a fright still I am singular isolated alone lost in this city that should be my home ignorant of the beauty before my eyes blinded by media fiction and lies like my city I'm incomplete there's something missing in my heart maybe a beat Occasionally a flutter a gleam of light but it fades quickly as day turns to night A life in the shadows is where I belong me and my city together are strong The dank and decay washes my sins away In my city I will stay You see me as you pass idly by to scared to make contact with your one glancing eye you pretend not to see But I do for I am my city and my city is me. Apologies for poor spelling original poem created by a dyslectic -ZeroCool- on 01/10/13