HOMELESS ARTISTS ON THE STREETS.

 Today I met a homeless man that I was really moved by. He inspired me and was gentil and very humble. It humbled me. Out of nowhere he produced in a crumbled-up peace a paper a poem. I just had to share it to the world. I asked him if I could post it on this blog, He replied wide eyed and exited. " It's going on the internet?" in which I replied, "Yes, I hope it becomes famous." "Me too." he replied. So I'm going to share it with you guys.

No Name..

My eyes are red,

As like the blood that runs in my Aztec veins,

Lest I know,

The more I cry,

I just want to die,

Yō, this world is a ghetto.

Author and poet,                              

Alvaro R "Neto" Leon,     A.K.A. Psycho IIIX