Tattooed moments in time,
Vibrant colors of black and white,
Shine through a prism in a spray can fashion,
Multicolored murals and testimonies,
Of loved ones lost, free spirited expression,
Of the streets and the struggle,
Vagabond art,
Thoughts from the past make you think,
"How'd that get there?",
Train of thoughts passing by,
Sitting there for a moment,
As Memories whizz past you in a blink of a railway light,
From the impossible rooftops to the burning trashcans under bridges,
Limitless art flowing in a jagged edge formation,
Fighting the laws of mental restraint,
Let it sink in,
Synapses spark messages from the index finger,
Showering concrete idea onto brick and stone,
Messages in a freestyle manner of mental parkour,
Jumping from building to building,
Reaching out to you in a visual fashion,
Tasteful to the eyes as you take a brief moment to admire,
As Minnie Mark Eckos, marking their moments in time,
As it echoes out to the urban soul,
Where we take that to the bank,
As Banksy playing the teller,
Reminds us, tells us that world is still pretty fucked up,
Dark humor, political debates and cultural struggles,
While Keith Haring keeps us grounded with his thoughts on sexuality,
As he AIDS us walking into a new era of acceptance,
As you let it settle in your mind, while you think,
A moment in time, within a blink of an eye, lost,
Forever within the subconscious of the conscious soul,
Knowing, for a moment they were fearless.
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