Where a lawn used to flourish
now grows a weed forest.
Within the forest a collection of trash,
and empty liquor bottles decorate dead grass.
My fascination lies beyond the weeds,
an old abandoned house beckons to me.
With promises of secrets and dark treasures to be found,
I jog through the jug graveyard, up the stairs I bound.
I glance through one of its broken eyes;
I see spiders and used syringes inside.
The front door of this structure is missing its knob;
The hole now filled with a half rotting corncob.
Okay, so, this place is creepy as fuck.
I love to explore but I won’t push my luck.
A time ere present day
“fuck the world” thoughts.
time is present day,
constant yet chaotic
these thoughts remain.
I was born before “mental illness” caught on;
so I lived every day through a song,
on the radio I would sing along,
with the bands and music; my heart belonged.
I read a man one of my rhymes
He didn’t like it. I asked him why.
Too negative was his opinion;
shine some light on that dark dominion!
My country’s leader speaks
and inside I begin to shriek!
The words I hear from our “President”
are filled with hate, racism and dryer lint.
How did this happen? Do I really live here?
This land of dreams, is a nation of fear.
Flowers, colors run
in the rain, sun;
to me; everyone.
Scream no one can hear
Come undone no one can see
Dream screams; no one hears,
they’ve lost their ears.
Stab wounds, there is no blood,
no scars, no love.
Why, why, why.
Do you think you
need to know why.
Spread your arms, flap and run,
perhaps you will take flight, like a penguin.
I am a balloon. I float above the town, a renegade.
Beer, wine and a bottle of whiskey.
Marlboros, a joint, just you and me.
I HATE LIFE-
SORRY BUT IT’S THE TRUTH.
No smiles, just tears, no hope, just fears. No, no, no, no, no…
featured image by BLT