9
In my dream last night I saw the Northern Lights.
They danced, my wonderment, hypnotized in amazement.
The maze of the path to here had trapped me in the basement.
Hot boxing on Northern Lights as black widows bite my skin.
The basements full of spiders and dank.
That’s why I shot my shot and shot on out.
Shot main line up the shoot to the skyline, hill topped, trees and a breeze from the helicopter.
Rode that bitch up to the free air now all mine (inhales).
We skimmed the water threatening to plummet but for no demise this was our summit.
I saw the Northern Lights with you in my dream last night.
Green and bright we felt light but the moment was heavy in the air.
Helicopter nearly crashed but every great feat needs its risky.
Paralysis of fear and bliss.
Moments whose conclusions calculated to be remiss, I strive to regret nothing.
No one, nobody, never had me, but nothing.
Even in a helicopter with you seeing the Northern Lights in my dream last night I know I want back in.
Even if I lose my life what gets lost in the basement anyway its all trapped inside.
#9
Are you too proud to help a begging man?
Once you were the same lucky you for growing big and old.
Our heads are swimming in smokey hazy, smog bog killing off those without a blog.
No need to preach our eyes do it for us.
I can’t cut the corners needed to shape a swastika into a peace sign.
Tattoo’d inside hearts hammered by fear.
Fear of returning to beggar state but bigger, louder, uncut and crying.
Life chokes us young and our brains grow up without the oxygen for a healthy life.
Soiled by metals and rock its petrified at the bottom under a lake of mucky water.
Envy the mosquito larvae who were born for it.
Raised on the surface to thrive in the hellish misery of our us + them at the bottom.
Us raised right rue the day we slogged our path through.
The evil shoots straight and up to vilify its righteousness and block out the sun.
We cower in the dark shadow of the glinting sundials of the in charge, the deceitful, evil, greedy, self indulgent, dehumanized, psychotic monsters who not we know or are.
We are not them said Snowball the dog who gave up the world for justice.
We are not them until we are.
Always there will be us, no one wins nothing.
#10
I don’t think I’m a good writer. But If I write it down I may put it up here. It helps I think.