Michon+Camp

One day I had made a friend a, a very interesting friend that we all know of This friend of mine was called “D” for short This friend of mine could be found just about anywhere Anyway that is what he has told me and also what I have what I have learned He says that he knows a lot of people quite personally So I ask him how does he knows all those people In return he tells me, “I touch almost everybody before they take their slumber So then I ask him where does he go to meet all those people He says that he goes everywhere at any time Then he tells me, “I am there when that bullet that takes that person’s life” “I am there when that bag of chronic that takes that man’s last breath” “I am there when that guy takes his last jump because he is to stressed out” So I ask him, “Why is he there at all those places” Then he says, “That it is his job to be there at all those places” “So it is it you harming these people” Now my friend D says that he is helping them… helping them_ yea “With them gone new lives may come” he tells me Why is he my friend you’re probably thinking? Well he taught me a lesson the lesson of life and how to appreciate it Did you know that I had said to this friend of mine? “That I will hate but I will thank at the same time for that I know you have been visiting my mom and the next time you visit she will be sleeping and there she will stay” But see she needs the rest she is tired and has been for a long time So I ask him just take care of her for me and give her a nice ride to the clouds way up high and to tell the big guy hi.
 * //My Friend D//**

What is this I hear? A SMASH, BANG, CLASH Is what goes through my ear. A drop, then a pop, a flop of a cop! Is that what I hear? But no … I hear a girl crying but does she shed a tear? Do you hear that?!?! A blood flow … the drips of drops of the spots of blood. But wait that is not blood! It is the tears that a girl has shed. To take a look with my ears … I see but a picture I hear. How does one shed tears but smile … from the giggles that I hear? I am confused. Why I lye in the sigh that I have laid on the paved road beyond me … I find myself lost in despair. I can’t stop to hear but to bear the sounds that I feared to hear. A sound! A sound! Of a SMASH, BANG, CLASH Is that what I FEAR!?!?!!! No that is not. It is what I fear that I was told not to but do anyway … for all I do is listen. For I was told not to fear death … but I hear footsteps of a shadow. WAIT DO YOU HEAR THAT?!?!?!! Listen carefully. It is sounds of whispers. I know these whispers. It is what I feared the most of all. It is the whispers of death. He says it is time. What has happen? No longer do I hear … for I am asleep. DAMN! That is one hell of a dream.
 * //SOUNDS//**

Do you remember the struggle? The times when you had to make a dollar out of 15 cents Or the time when you couldn’t Stop the baby from crying, the bill collectors from calling, the landlord from knocking and your own stomach from growling It was so much that you felt like you were drowning and your trying to find a way out, so you try… Knocking over old ladies, robbing banks, slinging dope, being the weedman on the block, hitting the streets to feed the needs of the fens that burn their money like characin So the man asks himself……, “why can’t I just breathe” “why can’t I stop chocking on these never ending bills and notices of be evicted So he tells the ones that he loves that, “I do this for you ……to give you a chance to do what I couldn’t” Then he says, “I love you” just three words know why Because he says, “who knows what’s around that corner” This man walks out his door and hears one sound BANG! Is he still breathing …..? And the man says, “I think I am _ I guess it’s time for me to put in just a little more work on the block” Do you know why because he has little kids to take care of and nobody wants to help
 * //The Struggle of a Man//**