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Tough City and Love Poetry
Tough City and Love Poetry
Tough City and Love Poetry
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Tough City and Love Poetry

By ALKN

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"Tough City And Love Poetry," by ALKN inspires the readers by taking a journey with the writer to tackle their perceptions of not only passion within relationships, but the subtleties of their environments. The book consist of two parts, the first garnishes the romance of the book as the writer introduces himself with interesting and rhythmical insights into his philosophy as he analyzes his surroundings. The second part of ALKN's book entertains romance with such poetry as to equally rejuvenate or onset new intimacies for readers.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateSep 17, 2017
ISBN9780692947197
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    Tough City and Love Poetry - ALKN

    provocative.

    ✦ON A BENCH IN THE CITY

    In a tough city, there is a bench isolated along the side of the road in front of a trashy lot of an old demolished factory building. The city bus regularly would drop off travelers with book bags, knitted hats, uniforms, cigarettes all carrying with them the ups and downs, highs and lows of a society full of personal conflicts. Trooping along their separate ways each day, rarely did the travelers sit upon the bench, less for a smoke or to steal away liquors concealed in brown bags. Rarely was this particular bench even noticed, the city and its slogan engraved on the wood, it’s concrete legs planted firmly along the road. Imagine the isolated bench as it passed time around the hustle and bustle of the noisy city, imagine as I have, if it begins to think, imagine if it begins to write, imagine if it passes its pubescence quietly expressing itself, questions, and findings with words. If you can imagine a bench such as that, now you can imagine that bench was person. This, On A Bench In The City, the first half of this anthology, is to have conversations with that person. ALKN takes us on a brief journey with his writings, but it’s important to know the works combined here have been collected from a very young age to show growth. So, in the same way as that bench sits around the hustle and bustle of the city quietly thinking to itself, we are here, now, at least momentarily invited to sit with ALKN as he thinks to himself, in these writings there is a welcome opportunity to take what you may for yourself from his perspectives.

    ✦SISYPHUS, THE SYSTEM, AND THE SELF

    I push this rock up a hill every day, and forever sweat sliding down my brow dripping from weariness. This is life.

    In despair, I know my boulder will once again roll to the bottom of the hill, yet you are the one who is furious.

    I see it in your eyes;

    You pity me; you hurt for me. Maybe even, you rage for me as I hobble back down to the bottom.

    Because you know that I know,

    I’ll burden the boulder again. And I will, everyday forever. But what is your problem?

    Do you feel sympathy for this man, this stranger?

    Are you that compassionate for a man and his consequences?

    What? Can you not imagine being in my position?

    Do you find my punishment unbearable? Where’s your senses?

    Do you think I am a slave to ignorance, not conscious of what’s going on? My mind is not void; all I have are these thoughts to hold on.

    And as I contemplate, trudging down the mountains every day, my mind reaches new depths, so I hold my calm…

    Because I pity you. You, the one not so indifferent from me, … because we both bear this weight.

    This boulder is on the shoulders of all humanity,

    but you remain the one without choice. You are the slave to ignorance, blind to the systems of injustice, blind to yourself and your life. You have no voice.

    You, who were born in a society molded by the deaths of so many others, born where an area classifies and attempts to hinder your potential.

    You, who were raised by a single parent with three brothers, striving to succeed

    when those who are supposed to motivate you only motivate you to the simple.

    Claiming you can be all you can be when your mom can’t get rent. So the hunger for money becomes strong, despite your morals.

    In schools, comparing the city to the county, you find the curriculum different, and you just eat bread when you’re brick of cheese gets spoiled.

    The system has a way of making sure our plans get soiled … and we don’t amount to average

    that’s why a condemned man’s heart becomes hard boiled and the streets are continuously in a cycle for the tragic

    How can you have it? Yes, a test from Sisyphus…

    If the cycle is wrong, who will break it and expose it?

    No, listen closely, are you getting this?

    You shouldn’t have to walk a path unless you choose it.

    Where One shouldn’t have power unless they use it.

    When it comes to power of will, why not abuse it?…

    If you fail you meet the same conclusion, strife…

    To fight, you have to be

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