Snazy Filazy #3: The innocents' desire

The man's eyes were gentle, a light, dreamy blue,
So friendly, so trusting, like someone she knew.
But not from this town, no he didn't quite fit,
His smile alone was so nice and different.
Like he actually wanted to be where he was,
Not running away from the Baltimore buzz.
"Excuse me, dear lady?" Another man said,
Snapping back to reality, her cheeks turned bright red,
The doorman had caught her from hitting the ground,
Snazy smiled, then thanked him, while looking around.
Her mind wasn't set on the fact that she fell,
Instead her thoughts skipped back to what she knew well,
A light bubbly feeling, a sweet lively tune,
Where did the man go? She had to know soon.
His straw hat completed that country-boy look,
There was something about him, oh how her heart shook.
A car zoomed right by and then screeched to a halt,
Almost hitting a woman who yelled "It's your fault!"
The battle went on about why to blame who,
Yes this anger made up the town that she knew.
Steam rose from their heads and the clouds became dense,
Rain fell from the sky while she got a quick glimpse,
Of unhappy faces and frustrated frowns,
The storming, the blunder of negative sounds.
One woman stood out from all of the rest,
With her bright yellow heels and a show-girly dress.
She passed by with a pep in her step, filled with glee,
Snazy lit up inside feeling quite wonderfully.
To know that under these clouds of dark rain,
Were people like Snazy who shook off the pain,
Of real world problems through upsetting times,
Living life so upbeat like some uplifting rhymes.

#2 Snazy Filazy: The Arms of Fate

The little bag bumped her leg with each step,
Holding important things that she always kept.
A collection of souvenirs found here and there,
Around local places, for travel was rare.
An old pocket watch was her favorite of all,
Though each hand never ticked, its meaning stood tall.
The gold engraved letters held value so high,
That with a quick sale, her pockets won't dry.
But none of that mattered, no price of a dime,
Could ever outlast the one second in time.
The moment the clock held, a quarter 'til two,
Trapped memories so fond, from which her heart grew.
So with every thump the bag made at her side,
Ms. Snazy Filazy built positive pride.
She walked a few blocks looking up and then down,
Searching between shadows, where life's truly found.
Tracing over the bricks, sternly sealed, made to last,
Through every tough time, not torn down from the past.
"You can not concentrate," she thought quietly,
"On negative things, or else you might be,
Taken over by darkness, creeping through the light,
You have to stand strong, you won't fail if you fight,
With all of your heart, with all of your love,
Think of warmth, think of heaven, think of sunshine above."
But her thoughts became scattered and knocked back behind,
A strong, red-dressed woman with an impatient mind.
Her black boots stomped by with no word of regret,
On a mission for something her eyes had been set.
So Snazy reached out with a "pardon me" sigh,
But the woman strode on without any reply.
Stumbling forward, away from the hate,
Snazy tripped over hope and fell right into fate.

#1 Snazy Filazy*Apt. 4: From Darkness Comes Light

There's a small special spot on the edge of the bridge,
Where a little girl sits and thinks, just a smidge.
She swings her small feet back and forth, side to side,
Enjoying fresh feelings that mornings provide.
Before the alarm clocks, before all the lights,
The calmness that struggles to last through the nights.
But just a few moments before the town wakes,
Beginning another day, living mistakes.
She closes her eyes, and breathes it all in,
Until noises take over, letting monday begin.
The yellow cabs honk as the passengers yell,
Checking their clocks and gazing at hell.
She looks out across the city below,
Watching the stop lights break traffic flow.
The bum stumbles out from below the bar sign,
Pacing the streets while loosing his mind.
The sidewalks get clampered with busy-feet-blues,
Shuffling to work with their torn, scuffed-up shoes.
"What a beautiful place." The girl sighed and said,
While watching the city streets drowning in dread.
Polluted with robberies, break-ins and cries,
Darkened by shadows and secretive lies.
But the girl knew that troubling shadows were from,
The thick, gloomy clouds that covered the sun.
And when light creates darkness, the darkness then turns,
Back into light from which the town yearns.
"So why the long face?" The girl asked aloud,
"I'm stuck in this place, but yet I am proud.
There's no room for sorrow and no room for hate,
Just look for the happiness all things create."
But just at that moment a dump truck drove by,
With a rumbling "whoosh," the girl shouted "Oh my!"
The strong stench of garbage made quite a nice breeze,
Brushing past her green eyes, flowing into the trees.
And so Snazy Filazy then started her day,
With a big smilin' face beneath skies filled with grey.