Walking through the silence of my own insecurities
Blind to the world around me based on uncertainties
The next corner is virtually unpaved
New days are new revelations where life is mundane
Come to a stop to watch by standers exceed my fate
When a flashing “walk” signal foreshadows what we must designate
Another street in the past with another step towards the future
When my low intolerance of people was interrupted by “Excuse me sir”
But nobody sees there’s a guy in the street our pocket he hangs
But sometimes in life we all need a change
Styrofoam cups our earnings he begs
But we neglect due to his appearance with dreads
Never to think twice about his meanings or purpose
Living a perpetual point, life malnourished
And at that moment, I looked into his eyes
Discovered the appalling truth of the surprise
Single handedly, we have disassembled the structure of our pride
And this will be the day the Earth cried
And at that moment, I stared into his eyes
Discovered the appalling truth of his demise
Collectively, we have dissembled the structure of our pride
And this will be the day that I was finally alive
Broken, hoping this confined cause reveals I was never lost
I severed serenity entirely when this calloused pain was engulfed
This table is now unstable, man I was able to stand on my own
And the only shade of difference is the borders around this broken home
Tattered, you claimed you knew me
Past tense because this family has no existence
Hey dad, I existed … I existed
Pretend that you miss it but for 5 years you’ve been missing
The stranger beside me that receives a label because he made me
But hasn’t had a influence on me lately
Shaped by the world and Mom has no opinion
And your silence has subdued this picture perfect image
This picture is no longer perfect
It hurts
Dad sips his authority off the coffee table, hold your beer
Watching performed face plants and broken plates in mom’s fear
You call this a family? I see you alive but abandoned me
Mishandled me, misunderstood every spoken word
I heard your late night conversations about me being out of control
She can’t control my indolence, you’ve drained my desire … I must go
Before the snow hits the ground and the traffic loses its direction
Makeshift sleeping arrangements and the raindrops hit harder by the second
So I cuddle with this hatred and watch the core decay, face it
And slowly drowned in this puddle, is my pillow in my reflection
No strings, no attachments, your a serpent yellow back reaction
Of an accidental heat of the moment sperm donation teenage attraction
I’m shackled to his thoughts and the streets remain the same
Echoes of monotonous gunfire by the neighborhood gangs
A peaceful night of sleep interrupted by shrapnel of misery
His hands are cold … His eyes are missing … Still he’s empty
His eyes are missing still he’s empty
His eyes are missing still he’s empty
His eyes are missing still he’s empty
His eyes
His eyes are empty still he’s missing
His eyes are empty still he’s missing
His eyes are empty still
His eyes are empty still
... He’s a dead man walking turned to Dead Milwaukee …
Dead Man Walking
This is the prequel to “Dead Milwaukee”. Part 1/2
This opens up with me walking through the streets of your city streets
Then I happen to be stopped by this homeless man.
“This is the day that I was finally alive”
Is when I start seeing life through this homeless mans eyes
This is actually inspired by somewhat true story. I went to Cleveland one year and was stopped by this homeless man and we continue to talk for a couple hours and never asked for my money. He merely said “I don’t your money, I just want your time. I have nobody to talk to on this street”. It was an amazing experience. You never know what a homeless person is homeless for so dont immediately put yourself above them. So unless you have never done bad in your life I suggest tossing a quarter in their cup.