SOUTH- MINNEAPOLIS

In the south side the seasons change and go by like.......
atom, fall, spring, summer, and winter ..
finding love on the south side
is like a ( west side story ) a (Romeo * Juliet story)
easy to find but hard to keep, - hold on to ......

(38 Street) -Hiawatha- Minnehaha
where the traffic rolls, an cruses from end to end
on Monday morning
and the coffee shop opens at 7am
lunch is served, at the famous
rib place at noon
but the party starts at the corner bar
on the weeken at 8 pm Fri, Sat, Sun.....
the people you find on the train at 2 am ....
the high school kids that own
the football, baseball fields, 38Th street, the night life
Cruzing the streets, cuz they will never be on top again
like they once did, in the .....
school year ..... where dreams are dreams that fly on
where hearts and souls have a story to tell ........

But( Uptown )- Lyn dale- Franklin
is where the locals sit......
the intellectual coffee geniuses sit .....
talk about the earth, saving the earth.....
turning everything green, talk about political, economical things .......
where bickers, outdoor groovers, skateboarder, college punks
Cruz the streets in the summer ...
where mellow underground bands play.
old school records spin, Cruz there not dead yet
people having a few beers ....
grooving to old school music ...
like Motown -Madonna -The Rolling Stones- The Beatles, Arowsmith .....
where diversity sits all around
and Lot's of community Art sits - and mosaics ....
where the time is now, lost in reading good books
reading the monday morning paper ......

But (Downtown )- cedar riverside ....
is where life is great, and money flows, in the value of....
the buildings, and sky scrapers
that are tall, and amazing .......
the journey of having fun getting lost in
the sky ways, never having to touch the ground .....
but the party doesn't start till after 9 pm
when the drunks, smokers come out
Rome the streets and sing the truth .....
go bar hopping and tell their story
to the bar tenders
that sometimes make crappy drinks
the night life doesn't end till 3 then it's the hottel party
then a stop at your house ....
but it still doesn't compare to (NYC)
the city that never sleeps
downtown everything is better, when your in downtown ....
Is what they say ......

But (Lake Street )- Cedar- Portland -Nicolette
it's where diversity sit at the global market
the Spanish culture is big ..... Mexican food, Art
getting a taste of different backgrounds....
where hoodlums, and paper gangsters,
Rome the streets at night ........
where soccer players play till the
street lights come on .......
and the traffic jam is big on the weakens
where the police Cruz's around
stopping those who can't drive
Cruz they end up on lake street
where the art sits and the beat boxing poets rise
and the rhymes flow, put together like Dow .......
told by the street kids .....who once had a dream.
and still have a dream.....

But the party doesn't end there ......
( University Ave) - Dinky town - U of M
where sex, drugs, and rock en roll sit
but it's everywhere to be found too?
old hot roads,cars Cruz the streets
where underground rock bands play?
and house bands play live .....
where college kids throw down
house parties full of beer .....but are not fans of (PATRON)
but become champs of (beer pong )-an ( sex games )
where CAP*, BA*E, ZA*E hasting fraternitys
out throw the party, bash of the year ......
where punks Cruz the streets......
honk there horns after a Friday night football game ....
drink to the homerun hitters, boo to the rookies playing ?
and party till the next day .....
where smart kids hit the books
come undone with one drink ?
and cute, hot guys want it bad ......
and girls secretly want it too ?
the seasons and summer nights
that wont go away .......
where dreams flow by, as time rolls
by and the years in school do too......

south mpls fun drama
drama ......

IN TO DEEP

In to deep into her dreams
dreaming about that shiny star,
dream lover?
looking for him in all the wrong places?
dreaming her nights alone?
with no dream lover or a great love
to call her own ?

where could he be ?
on the other side of the ocean ? in space, on the moon,
or on the other side of the world ?
for just one kiss and a thing called love ?
she's looking everywhere , but he's nowhere to be found .....

the poet that will dance with her
under the full moon ? in the pouring rain ?
hold her tight through the night,
keep her silk sheets, bed warm ...
love her unconditionally with his heart open
tuck her in at night, softly tuck her hair back behind her ears?
sing to her a sweet lullaby ?
give her a zillion kisses till she falls asleep .....
cuddle next to her through the night ......
mend her wounds deep cuts ?
look her in her brown eyes say a zillion things
" I love you " without saying a word ....
take her hand in his, cruel his fingers in hers
and never let go ?
blow a million kisses to her
one for everyday of the week ? every sec that she is gone....
fall deep into her eyes, buy her the stars, moon
and the hole world .....

where could he be ?
the other half of her heart her soul ......
white knight, prince charming, perfect toad, poet......
but he's still nowhere to be found .....
so waiting for the fates, to send him, her way on her path
because one day......
walking the same line, road of life, at the same time- place and moment
they shell meet .....and one day
she can say that she found her golden star, that shin's so bright in the sky.....
as they say serendipity, destiny, magic collie.......
that make something wonderful ..........out of nothing?

38th street

When your feeling who you are

how do you feel ?

when the stars don't shine and your life is where it is

how do you feel?

when everything is still and the days, years are yours

how do you feel?

when summer, fall, winter, atom and spring roll by

how do you feel?

the silence becomes the truth, and you can't feel your faith, soul

because it's smothered, cramped, splatted on the wall

with life's sorrow, pain? cold truth that you can't see?

but some how you have to light up, like you have a choice?

find a map draw a thick line to your destination .....

vanish from the earth, with a sweet lullaby ....

because every end has a new beginning in life ?

so wake up to the sunrise? the sun in the blue sky.....

and morning coffee, pure black coffee beans; that grow on amazing trees ?

ride the ocean waves with no fear, go down with the sunset?

just live in the moment, because the world is at your feet ?

like a perfect strawberries pie, apple pie- on a hot summer day.....

everything's going to be alright ....you feel how you feel inside

and one day you will be able to fly so high.....lessons learned along the way.....

the street endless, left and right back and forth

a crossroads ? the past, present intertwined

good and bad memories ......red lights and green lights?

maybe it's just all a dream, and nightmares come out,

the good times come out, but it's time to let go

with a dab of magic dust, blowing everywhere

maybe things will change turn into something amazing .........