blind reality

They told me I couldn't side-step reality, 

But when I awoke I saw things that I couldn't imangine to be real.

Children calling out in vain for their dead mothers.

Poverty.

War over a fuel source. 

Angry men and women in business casual.

They didn't have time for my words. 

They didn't care that someone wanted to take away my love.

Teenagers consumed by technology, barely flirting with existence. 

This can't be the reality they spoke of.

Why would they want me to see this? 

Flashes of murder and blood and rape radiate across the television.

This is not reality, a horrible dream.

But I don't wake up anymore.

I've been blinded by reality. 

I couldn't pick myself up

I fell to the ground.

No one noticed me lying there.

No one rushed to help me. 

I watched as people rushed around me.

Stepped over my body as glimpse of clouds and sun stuttered through the shadows of corporate suits. 

Motionless I remained as the streets cleared. 

Still lying there not quite alive, not lucky enough for death.

The stars began to flicker, the air chilled. 

Frost caressed my bare body. 

The earth grows over my body, covering it from society's eyesight. 

Adapting to the eye sore, disappearing from the faceless crowd... Sucked into the white. 

A little rhyme

This search is insane

It's time to lie down and be plain

Dirtier than a dead lion's mane

Can't you see the life in thi picture frame?

I can see your shame

Indouftfully loved by fame

With nothing to gain

Why carry all this pain?

Don't you see all these stains?

All of my DNA strains

Riddled with the rains

Of a thousand sundries window panes

This black blood just runs through my veins

So I sit and I cry in the darkest of games:

L-I-F-E  

Cleveland

Blues collapses onto rust colored steel.
Lights, the land lies dormant.
This is my home.
This is my city.
Cleveland.

Cement Heart

I feel the pain of adolescence deep within the cement filled cracks of my heart.
Rigid and tilted. Broken and crumbling.
Weeds escape through the holes looking for the light of truth like dandelions burst from the driveway cracks in the sizzle of July's sun.
But here they are met with darkness.
No rays of light to guide them.
Just more destruction pasted over with sloppy, wet, dripping cement.
Barely able to keep the fixture together.
Repaving old cracks while keeping up with new ones.
A project managers worst nightmare.
Covered in sweat and blood, he gives up and moves on leaving his tools behind in the chaos and defeat.
It all crumbles once more.
Open sores with which to fill with loneliness.

Child of the Moon

I've waited all day till the sun explodes and drops off the face of the earth.
I couldn't sleep, I've kept myself busy.
I'm waiting for first sight of the child of the night.
She whispers when she comes by. An ear to the wind I keep.
I feel her smooth chill as she winds her way through the woods.
She plays tricks on the eyes, and displaces all who set traps for her, but I... I just want to say hello.
Tell her I've missed her, help her plan her next trick.
Dance in her light till she dips down over the lake leaving me without sleep, but an adventure in my mind.

Wall

My walls cracked like faults in Earth's core.
Magma flowed from the cracks, destroying what was left of my Pompeii.
A beaten land now open to fertile farming land.
A chance to plant the seeds and care for this love.
Tender and gentle were you and your land grew and produced bountiful acts.
But soon the land was over run with crowd.
The seeds no longer took to the land ad you left.
You did not try to recover your land but merely left it for whatever poor soul happened to stumble upon it.
Now overgrown with weeds the land merely sits.
Unused, unloved.
They've come to re build the wall.
To keep all those who pass by out.
To keep the destruction out of sight.
A brick each day placed upon the heart of the land.
Blocking the views of the innocent.