Not Meant to Last – Blink and You’ll Miss It

White variation of a Red Trillium – Trillium erectum var. Alba – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA

City silence is relative… Sound is a product of heat…
When the streets get hot people take to their feet…
Thunderstorm rumble can’t cover up the past…
A neighborhood is temporary… It’s not meant to last…

Endless parade of status… Gawking single file…
White and well dressed… Dollar sign smile…
Marching against the poor to finally repent..
Divided class rising… Dead presidents represent…

We all stand up and march against the violence…
Yet the problem is the cause… The cause is silence…
The poor are nothing more than the con of the rich…
Living on minimum wage… Being a corporate bitch…

Breezy evening dreaming… Life is always in the air…
Feet on the sidewalk and clean without a care…
Classifieds because of the church… Meeting of commons…
The rich get a bill… The poor get a summons…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Repaired into Ruins – Side by Side

“Repaired into Ruins” – Lamar Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – Not even an abandoned house… This is somebody’s attempt to close off a basement window… It is so messed up I had to laugh… But at the same time… It was so beautiful I had to run home and grab my camera…

Walking the dirty streets of Wilkinsburg…
Every other house a disaster waiting…
Mountains made of condoms and needles…
Pain is present in the eyes of the people…

Abandoned houses rot side by side…
Reminder of how the mighty decide…
Everything that grows will eventually stall…
Only the weak minds will answer the call…

I don’t want to be just another soldier boy…
Another scout… A pawn… Or a generals toy…
I want to be the best at the things I do…
When something falls apart I want to be the glue…

I don’t want to be just another list maker…
Another dish washer or first class faker…
I want my gardens to circle the earth…
Beauty grows beyond the day of birth…

The sound of birds over the rumble of a train…
A glimmer of sunshine after a long day of rain…
I want to do something that will give me pride…
Live in a place with the freedom to decide…

Depression is like a concrete block wall…
Like trying to bounce a flat basketball…
For most of my life I have been one knot away…
Every morning wake up thinking is this the day…

I have to find a way to tear down this wall…
Accept that I am human and deeply flawed…
What is a flaw… To some its perfection…
Based on a different style of human perception…

The sun and the moon… The birds fly high…
White clouds floating from our minds to the sky…
Cool mist falling from the sapphire blue display…
Forget about the past and throw these weights away…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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