city moon

there is a good moon
over this night time city
and i'm feeling all right
the seasoned sidewalks
under my feet
have their story to tell
and if i listen long enough
i can hear lives
and loves...
i been on this road
such a long time
that getting lost
feels like going home
i thought
i had all the answers
once
but every opening door
only led to more questions

a divine despair

and the scream is
louder than bombs
ripping through the core
right into the heart
of a generation who's skin
is beaten to the tattoo
of a ragged heartbeat
singing a potent rage
though the veins
like ice water
feeding an unquenchable fire
with a destruction so exquisite
laying waste everything
all pure
good
evil
all gone
devastation so complete
even Jah sheds volcanic tears
a divine despair
over massacred souls

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inspired by Sheldon "Miloindedance" Scott, heaven/hell, Jamacia

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unstrung friend

the face in the mirror
is a lie. i don't trust
the reflection i see. the
shadows of hard days

gone by smudging the
skin under the eyes,
cloudy with too much
work and not enough

sleep. i can't bare to
look at myself. the face
in the mirror is definitely
a lie. whoever is in there

has very obviously come
undone, and i wonder
about her. i don't know her
but i worry that people who

do know her don't recognize
that there is an unstrung
friend moving silently
amongst them, smiling, nodding

at their stories and woes
revealing little of herself.
i feel sorry for her,
the face in the mirror.

the beautiful, unstrung
friend, hidden and
moving through it
alone.