Just darkness

Nothing in this world is worth my impressed state of inspiration.  No man nor woman has shown a glimmer of that burst that put me down with 3 holes in my chest so long ago.  I remember who held the gun to my face as I blinked and it was all gone.  The pieces shattered with blood on the blinds and lamps broken with walls cracked.  I remember how much I wanted what would come next, but it didn't. A corpse walking in between cars, attending classes for some reason, going to work for some lifers, and all of it was for nothing and no more was I sure of going back to such a place.  It is no place for creative men with rebellious solutions, except I have no more wants and no more solutions.  A place in purgatory was set for me, and now I dwell there with no lights at the end of tunnels, just darkness.

Home

A home for me has been a dark and dreary spot for a man to dwell

Alone and cold hearted

Ice in my veins shaking these pale blue things from which warmth and love emanate from

A supplication I would have for this night

Is to get through it

Except I live in the darkness as other pass by

They would see my welcome mat with bright colored paintings 

Beautiful things

I miss the beautiful things that I found lost and found me in a dirty box

I miss how they drove this hand to pour blood and passion from a locked room to an open field

In this field people run as fast as they can with myopic vision of two

They retreat to the trees at night and hold their happiness with all their might

Warmer these trees grow higher than before

Swaying but staying as they move as one from now until they fall down to the floor

It never seems to be a possibility when you are flying so high and your wings flutter alongside angels’ wings

Once beautiful and new

Too long I have been in this kingdom of fools and slaves

Surrounded by the court jester as he laughs all day for others and never did you see such a humorous profession be sad

On some days you would see him around corners laughing for himself

True stories be told of his secret laughter

Kings and Queens run amuck in and out

I have seen pass in my time

Kings who were fat and rich with gold and love

Robbed beauty from the rest of us who live in this dreary dwelling

Warriors walk with large arms and fists and little brains

Rodents collect for hibernation and the cold winter ahead

Intellectuals….

Of scribe

Of science

Of mathematics

All share the same view down their noses on to us, the citizenry

We are the mob

We are the city

The one you hear

Its heart beat pound the cobblestone and dirt

This place too long, a change, has beseeched her with scars of oppression across her face

Once beautiful and new

War

When women are slain with the men

A devil sets his foot on the sands where his lie fuels bloodshed of children young and old

Buildings become rubble and debris for the newspapers to show the severity of war

A mockery of the lives lost to the hand of bombs and nation for the proportionality of securities unknown or otherwise

Others who hath lived in the wake of such devastation they are new story tellers for the generations to come into their home wasteland

Poetry mustn’t waver

It must push others to stand who lost the will with the loss of their uncle’s death and the three children bloodied for men far away sitting upon their thrown from which bodies built its comfort

Poetry must be more than enough

It would be the words of which people of war torn nations could speak without tongues but make noise loud enough for the mountaintops to hear

Poetry mustn’t leave the dead gone from this world but celebrate from the things they did in life

When tyrants go unfettered through murder and genocide

Only free men who do nothing are the devils I speak of

When good men omit action they leave women and children slain bloodies with hospitals turned to morgues

It is the duty of free men to do what is necessary to move on

Poetry is the way on

Words are the way on

Noise is the way on and they will hear me

Drifting side to side

Ahhh…The silence welcomes me as a brother and friend

A companion lost at sea

Drifting from side to side

Seagulls making noise in the back round

364 days a year

Today it has found me and made me home

Out in the middle dark blue abyss that bounces off the water from the sky

So dreary and vast

Yet today I am welcome by mother and father

Teased by my siblings

Uncle’s drunk giving unsolicited advice for future business plans not yet laid to rest

Grandmothers chatting in the corner of yesterday’s and tomorrow’s past

I am at home with the hospitality and warmth only they can give

Silence has given that to me

A calming of the rippled waters and sharp rocks cutting at my sides

Tomorrow they wait for me with mischievous eyes always fixed on me

As mine rest from tonight’s gift

Tomorrow waits and around each corner the bandits, they are laughing

Farther down the road I go

I could be remembered by my eyes or my arms or my chest that women cling to whenever we have come to that part of the night, when men and women love each other in the purity of their bodies.  Moving their bodies like they only can that drives us wild.  I could be remembered by the words used in my poetry and how it is eloquent and arrogant or passionate and filled with love.  I could be remembered for the things I have done in my time, in which ones could see me as a blunt asshole or just blunt.  I could be remembered as abrasive or passionate.  I do not know from which my memory will be displayed in the mind of those who choose to think back on me.  Right now I am alive and those who remember me can do so however they wish, but I couldn’t care less on the things rattling around in the droll sea of thoughts floating from side to side.  I am just trying to figure how I am going to live and die.  Love and cry from the love of that moment and how the music comes as it may.  I will create memories that I will be remembered however I am and right now I am making them.  Regardless how the world and people may see me, I am just going and going all day and all night until love may come when it will and so will the heartache.  Farther down the road I go.