Monday, September 22, 2008

A Poem a Day Keeps the Darkness at Bay

Okay folx, I'll be spending the week attempting to finish the edit on my novel, Forever, Lilith. But I realize I've been on a bit of a roll here, and not wanting to neglect what little bit of audience I've accumulated I've decided to use this opportunity to post some of my catalog of poems. Since I've been feeling so socially conscious lately, this seems like a good place to start. ¡See ya'll with a new poem maƱana!

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soular eclipse

can your eyes not see the tragedy that my eyes see or are they too caught up in your tv's, your dvd's, your psp's, your myspaceys & your i-phoneys that they are blind to what surrounds you, or are you just too afraid of the truth you'll see: our metropolis dreams turned necropolis screams where the dead prowl the streets scavenging for bits of eat, blowing gravel off our half-chewed gutter discards, drinking that flat backwash contaminated splash of tepid pisswater we tossed into that trashcan, numbing their minds with that poison they buy with the few pennies we provide if only they will hide again from our sullied sights, retreat to their cardboard palaces, their city heated steam vents, their billboard park benches coated in newspaper they can't even read; where the dying left behind child runs wild on our meanest streets spying for his dope and gun slinging paper heroes, fouling out on concrete coated rock courts, holy grail blazing a path he hopes leads to our white castles that ignore his plight, not knowing that he is in a labyrinth leading only into the walls that separate the dying from the dead he will join in his ghetto mausoleum without our hands to pull him free; where the falling fall for the freedom they sought for themselves, freedom now forced & foisted upon foreigners too afraid to fight for or find for themselves, our young falling for lies of free rides to higher education & higher living when their only guarantee is a free ride as air freight in flag-draped corpse boxes back home where they can be forever free to rot under our feet? can your eyes not see? or are you too afraid to stare at the eclipse too long, afraid that your eyes will melt in the bright white hot glowing pain shining through our soul shadows, blocking our sons, our daughters, our fathers & mothers, sisters & brothers, dead & dying as we reap & eat the fruit that grows from the slow flowing clots of their blood?
Look!
Open your eyes & see.
If you do go blind, you go blind with me.
Otherwise, ignore the plight;
& in the end
we
all
lose
sight.

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