Friday, July 30, 2010

Concrete Jungle - Part 6

When the Dow arrow stops to peak

The heart’s rhythm starts to weak

Who’s the veiled snake

Who’s the two face sneak

Who can you indeed trust

When everyone is known to cheat

Promising milk, honey and wheat

While cutting meadow under your feet

Paranoid, can’t eat

Who will conquer the rest

Last man standing in this mess

Rob and steal you the best

Passing tax payer’s detector test

In the American eagle’s nest

Who will lie, under oath confess

Double or nothing is a blind guess

Play your 401k like chess

Conniving mind, more or less

Faithful anathema of Eliot Ness

Dress with colorful bow ties and vests

Sucking you dry like a pest

Comfortable behind a lavish desk

Neurotic, can’t think

One day your name is Sir. Pete

Ebony servant prepares coffee

In a mansion that can’t be beat

Breakfast with bloody meat

Ivory mistress invited for tea

Oh! How very neat

Rainbow diamonds sandal at their feet

Destiny you then shall meet

Feeling the market’s heat

Indebted very deep

Alienated like a creep

Bankruptcy only left you with a jeep

Wall of shame, now living on the street

Toss and turning in a car seat

Moonstruck, can’t sleep


During my vacation in New York City, for some strange reason, I knew I couldn't leave Manhattan without setting foot on Wall Street. A place where the American dream lives, it wasn't Broadway, but if you make it there you can make it anywhere. I felt a strong financial power emitting within those four walls that could improve the entire economic situation of the whole world, from now until the end of time, if there wasn't so much greed.

Then I though to myself: "If only the churches and other religious organisations could lead by sharing 1/2 of their multi-billion dollar enterprise, maybe then Wall Street could follow with the same gesture". What does an investor do with a billion dollar, anyway? How much is too much? Is the Pope more credible or closer to God surrounded with so much gold and real-estate?

Greed is still wrong in my book, but who of the two, is the most corrupted?

Hmmm! ;)

Friday, July 23, 2010

Concrete Jungle - Part 5

Like a coal tan
Like a loud 70's van
The sound of a door bang
Like the hits from the Beatles band
I'm big in Japan
Swear with the right hand
I'm their #1 fan
Like ocean on the sand
We unite like a ying to a yang

Oh man! Doing what I can
In Asia they understand
My writing typo isn't planed
It happened from the start
losing focus like a shopping cart
Still, I write from the heart
Something I can not part
Promise them to be more sharp

Still in Japan they understand
My pictures is my real art ;)

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Concrete Jungle - Part 4

On a sizzling summer's day, I, Louis Mercier was baptize by fire on the hour I emerged from the subway in Brooklyn, New York during my short visit in the United States. even if I wasn't a virgin there, I marveled at the true life and ambient vibe that walked up and down the streets of Nostrand Avenue, in comparison to the busy fashionista zombie feet found on Broadway or cruising along 42nd Avenue. Like night and day or like something only seen on the late night television, I saw more people out on the street then any given working day in the downtown core of Toronto, Ontario. "Where are they from and where are they going?" I asked myself, "Does anybody work here anymore?".

During my golden youth and on to this day, I kept hearing how life was and have still remained expensive to live in the Big Apple. With most of the population out and about, when do they find time to work and take care of their payment bills? Does anyone have a house or a job anymore or have they fallen victim to the mortgage crises, Madoff and the food stamps? Generating income in a city that never sleeps was one of a few things on my mind, how I wonder what was on their mind as I sat near a man to eat my Haitian turkey diner in the shaded corner of Bob Marley Boulevard and Nostrand Avenue. Fells good to be off your feet for a minute while standing still from the rat race.

Again, just like on the tube where American man sat on milk crates near streets corner as if they were in their respective living room, I obtained my American citizenship statue by doing just the same while eating and talking with my milk crate neighbor. Fells good to listen the truth being spoken face to face in a city of masked faces talking in a cellphone. He shared with me his life's journey from the Island to this area, his love life for black woman and politic view. Before diving back into the greed race of Manhattan city, as I gain 1/123456789 pound from each succulent bite from my well deserved meal, my partner and I did what real black man did best while posting on a street corner during a scorching day: We talked, laughed, toasted water bottle and watched the (ugly, pretty, young to the old booty) girls walked by. No discrimination when you're having fun!

May God preserve heaven on earth, by keeping women happy ;)

"I was just a boy
When I threw away my toys
I found a new pastime
To dwell on

Whenever I detect
Members of the other sex
I play the game I do so well, oh

I'm a girl watcher
I'm a girl watcher
Watchin' girls go by
My, my, m


Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Concrete Jungle - Part 3

"I’m going to make it by any means. I got a pocketful of dreams, baby, I’m from New York" -Alicia Keys

Concrete Jungle - Part 2

"One hand in the air for the big city, Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty, no place in the World that can compare, Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah come on, come, yeah,"
- Alicia Keys

Concrete Jungle - Part 1

"In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
these streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
lets here it for New York, New York, New York"

-Alicia Keys