Oakland, CA
9/25/2011
a piece of green, a little piece of green...
Some parks grow plants, and tree's of all shapes and sizes. Encircled with fresh lit lamps, and lights to guide your path...
From the dark patches of abominable plant life, lay a man who's been there before.
behind the trees that have beheld the slaughter of mens dreams behind a picket line. Beneath the dirt, is the sweat stained earth of those who fought for her freedom.
The concrete entrapment that encircles this drug filled forest, serves as a platform from the desolate on lookers. The peoples park peekers. Water cries the park red. Lightning shaped cracks form the courts and paths round-about.
Inhaled dreams, and lines of centered vertigo abound.
Some parks grow plants, and tree's of all shapes and sizes. Encircled with fresh lit lamps, and lights to guide your path...
From the dark patches of abominable plant life, lay a man who's been there before.
behind the trees that have beheld the slaughter of mens dreams behind a picket line. Beneath the dirt, is the sweat stained earth of those who fought for her freedom.
The concrete entrapment that encircles this drug filled forest, serves as a platform from the desolate on lookers. The peoples park peekers. Water cries the park red. Lightning shaped cracks form the courts and paths round-about.
Inhaled dreams, and lines of centered vertigo abound.
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