2018
His vision, eternal and unbroken reflected
the truth in a world of words left unspoken
he painted light in technicolor
In the fires, the pages of our stories, burning
yet our hopes have survived a controlled demolition
in a world returned, he was the dream's rite
that magical device, alight through and through
we were not demolished, but we were emerging
because his love was a peaceful revolution
shouting at the top of the sandstone walls
singing for the nature of salvation
the future infinite before them
a canvas for the life of a soul, voices
across the skies tainted no more.
Her hands painted rainbows across the storm
while gravity fell in love with her shoes
and their hopes were not misled by the bell
we were the uninformed millennials
covered with the scar tissue, white lies
and red lines drawn across a generation
black-walled for their false beliefs
of revelations, our imagined reincarnations
bad static in the background
bad politicians and false elections.
When mighty angels huddled close
because gravity made them love
it made the heights seem conquerable
even when we were so distraught by
our bodies being so conditioned
to be conditional.
In a circle spiraling down backwards
in a circle spiraling to infinity
when the middle was divided
and all fortunes were predicted
In this house of cards, the bastard bards
the poisoned wards of fiction
claiming my words for sedition to formulate
drunkard whores for a future war to hate
an endless arrow pointing back at itself
underscored by the voice of a mountain.
Because when you undermined me
the world's foundations
looked so paisley and lame
even with their demons calling out
by name they begin to think it's far too late
with fear in their hearts
The soldiers continued their march
The rush for a newly crowned oligarch
and oblivion . . .
Searching the veins of the unfounded youth
raising false flags poised for an oath
They searched the world for the menace
who attested to their names in a book of blight
but it wasn't the right, it was their own right
the science was right about that at least
about the ones who had misled our nations
with hateful invocations
We'll search in their eyes to see our
own reflected in a distant vacant past
one united in the game of odds
to crash the nazi machination
a house of cards of names and accords
as the collective united can no longer stand
to surmise the demise of our lives
to win against an evil institution
founded on the lies of a man
and to end the toxic noise pollution
that brainwashed our minds.
So look forward to the polar ice caps melting
Stare ahead as the new order's slow freeze
the ozone that's disappearing, you disease
stay the course of a future's engineering
keep cheer-leading, as your Jesus days are nearing
I die on the cross still bleeding
for all that they heard and chose to ignore
keep believing that when this is over
when this little clock of sand has run out
that you were more, that you were more
this one you know so well...that you will be
able to shout out loud atop those beautiful walls
this so called device; so called divine divided nation
don't practice divination he said
the American dream is dead he said
but the cards showed us everything
and the rest I already knew
while I was unconsciously dreaming
why did I even bother telling the truth?