“ ghost in China Town ”

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here i am 

on my walk

with my curiosity

and my fantasies 

within the intricate World of Chinese Culture

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here i am in my head

in my thoughts

in my creativity

in my spillage of ink and artistic abstraction

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so, where is it that i am

how far has it been that i have gone

why is it that i was not heard

can U tell me then

how long shall it be that i be disturbed

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disturbed by the ink flow in my veins

where blood used to be and long been drained 

and for all the years i protested

others attest that it is that i complained 

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and U would too

if it was that this was exactly as U knew

where one was murdered – though seen is dead

a ghost U see and the ghost has fled

from this place to another… 

wondering should breath ever replenish this tomb 

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and so ghost U seen and is not there at all

voice U hear, if bent an ear at all

the art U see – his soul still true

and in such spirits 

civility is who U knew

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is i, the ghost in China Town (LA) 

 

 

 

all poetry and art within this blog copyright to U.S. Marine Corporal, kenneth james             © 2012