Archive for January 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Peace. Peace to you.
Today is a good day.
When millions have flocked because millions more have died.
The hands of my fathers show 40 times more wear than mine.
Yet we still struggle, but not for long.
“Today could never happen. It’s just not happening.”
That’s what they said.
They were wrong.
This day could never happen! Not with the arsenal in their hands!
Who cares how long it lasts?
It will take just one day to be promised a future.
So let it last a lifetime!
And never forget the first Black leader of this rugged nation.
Celebrate achievement.
Come Here
Can we fly away?
In front of the destruction that occurs around us.
As trees fall and cities collapse, you stand up and laugh.
Smile for me. How I love to see it.
Bring me peace.
The Rivulet
The leaves fly by tonight
and this is a dangerous time.
There’s a real world outside this city of peace.
Some are lucky to see it.
We feel it occasionally.
A car crashes.
A home catches fire.
We are awaken for a second for we can’t sleep through the noise,
But how we love it.
Music is terrible. Noise rings.
Shower in it.
Not in the peace, but the destruction.
Today they leveled the hills so you could see the city,
But they raised them again when you finally looked up.
The rivulet full of dangerous silt flows throughout our bodies and out through our eyes.
From inside the cabin
What are you doing?
Time to grow up.
Go do something.
Time to wake up.
There’s nothing more frightening than seeing headlights on your side of the road.
I’m cool like that, cooler than this.
But where are we?
What have we done?
We’re so close to the water.
I lost my sight for it, for a second.
Gone, they are, like trucks on empty highways that pinstripe the landscape of the country.
Come back to us, though we don’t need you.
We’ve got something to live for.
Breathe it in.
Only positive from here on.
There’s something so primitive in our civilizations.
We are so lucky.
The lights that gleam from inside the houses scattered atop the city hills look like the glitter gold that overflows so brilliantly over the sides of glorious treasure chests that pirates once battled against each other to possess.
The World
Sleep tonight.
The lights shut off in honor of you.
For a pillow and a dream.
The day has ceased.
So dream the night away.
Look at you.
In the glorious aftermath.
Your eyes are heavy with history.
You saw so much today.
Take it all in and sleep softly.
This is just one more for the books.
And awake!
To a picturesque day.
Where suns dance in the backgrounds of paintings of beaches and sands
And clouds calm you with silver smiles.
Musical notes are sung from the beautiful birds hovering up above
and they echo down below, where the waves crash subtly against your feet.
Hands wrapped around your heart.
The love is taken slow like the pace of wondrous forests.
I could show you a place,
Among the stars and the galaxies,
Hidden away from them.
You must excuse me, but I want you all to myself.
You see, you’re something special
And I’m something selfish… tonight.
To you, from me.
You have it. You’ve got it.
In your arms, in your chest, in your heart, in your soul.
I gave to you something I’ve kept.
Locked inside of me.
My heart is in your hands, your mind, your finger tips, your lips.
You always stay close because you care so much.
Why are you so far away from here?
Oceans and lands away from me.
This fireplace trickles along with the best of us.
The music plays on with the best of us.
You heart beats along in rhythm.
I can feel it in your chest, upon mine.
I want to make you feel alive.
Like the beauty you possess.
The beauty that is so glamorous to watch.
I long for you.
You are so far away tonight.
May someone please split the world in half so I can climb around the side to see you.
And after the missing ceases,
After the longing stops,
You will finally be in my arms.
Let’s run away.
To some far away place,
Among a beach and a mountain,
And lay around and stare into each others eyes.
To talk the night away until we fall deep into slumber
And touch hand to hand while we sleep softly, our faces only a fingers length away from one another.
To relax and forget.
So that when we come back
Only we will know what we did.
Our own little secret.
Intelligentsia
Fighting kids with a disbelief in each other.
Bored out of their minds.
I’ve got a disbelief in them.
Tired towns that lay still along the coasts and valleys.
An imaginary line splits our souls into peace and prosperity,
But we live in peace.
You must prosper.
The wrong 3 letter acronyms.
A hatred for the luckier.
The lucky are too happy to notice.
3 letter acronyms helped with that.
Where can we take you?
Somewhere that would make you happy.
Some place where the skies open up and the sun shines through.
A place where scripture is read off the back of rusted bumpers.