Welcome to the City Part 2

 

Welcome to the city
city of angels
of demons
of men and women
rapists,
killers,
con artists,
scheming fraudsters and intelligent drug dealers
they all share a secret
they were once innocent
as was the city
before its beauty was discoloured
her purity stolen by thieves of the night

I want to see the city in all its grace
in her naked form
showing all
stripped of its costume
theres beauty in her madness
like a lady killer in a white virgin dress and perfect breasts

you would give up your soul for her
to make love to her
and the city
there's lust hidden under her dress
tucked away inside her gorgeous gates
you want to plant your sultry seed in the palace and watch your love child grow
but the city is a whore
and her child a bastard
the city has pointless acts
like constantly running at a brick wall with your forehead in the hope you will smash through
the straight jacket inflicts emotional self harm
her streets and its dwellers
the homeless man was once considered a child genious
his broken home broke the fragments of his soul
he found his calling beside the cigarretes in his local offl licence

Can you distinguish between the smells of a quiet night and a night of restless ruin?
wander her streets alone with your eyes closed
see her trueness underneath the night sky
the day quietly tucks away the truth under the curtains of her stage
at night the stage comes alive
a theatre for the insane
do you know the script?

scene 1
a prostitute falls in love with the night

scene 2
the night is unfaithful

scene 3
rescue the damsel in distress

Intermission
refreshments are available behind the door with a secret knock
smell of sex in its toilets
vomit on its dance floor
a playground for the nymphos
outside the smell of stale urine
the clubber leaves her mini skirt in the alleyay and leaves for school

Behind the city's cleansed walls lies the plot of a holy war
their own streets will become the battle field
defensless in battle
her own soldiers waging war
mutiny amongst the ranks

The memory of a lost child looms like the black death
people leave
people return
buildings stand like giants
frowning at the machines who destroy the earths shield
the doting mother sees her children to the school gates
leaving for her part time job, her body pays the bills
her sex puts food on the table
who are her heroes? who are her villains?
you have seen the beauty of its art
the architecture that touches you as you walk past
you have seen the used condom lying next to the take away carton

you have seen the blood stains from last nights arrest
you have seen the true britishness of the taxi driver helping the old lady to her front door
you have seen her attacked by her own people

restless city run from your captors and reclaim your territory
bathe in your beauty

the streets are yours to own
do not allow the straight jacket and padded walls to cause you harm
lie beside freedom, faithful freedom, lie with her in your untouched corners