blue diamond

hair black like the night never was ,shades rebel look
riding on the roads of the world that was,and never will be
born when the war was in its infancy,and then it took over like a plague
now his home in ruins, and the dead watch him drive by he can feel their stares
patrisimism is a lie; the flag adorns his car clinging like a whore
he catches his reflection in the mirror
chiese symbols adorn his face
piercing on his upper lip
he feels like a force to be wrecking with
this is his time, his now, his future
the hungrey people stand in line, being preached on except jesus into your heart, he rather go hungry , he rather drink from the devil fountain and get chased down with death
hospitals are full, the streets are empty, and marshal law is in place
everyone has a curfew the price of freedom
the cops stop him dressed in their black , walk like a gangster from a forgotten movie of old,backward acid trip
they look into into his car, fuzzy dice, suger, caffine, music of another time, all illegal contra bans
the look he gives is definite
he takes off his shades eyes brilliant blue
he gets off with a warring
he drives off , with a look in his eyes
his home an abandon circus, others like him stay here, a hotel with gapes and holes
the smell of popcorn and money still linger like a trip from the past
the midway full of old video games is where he lays his head
he knows other city lay in ruins, but this is his home
the city of sin
devastation was handed down like the wrath of god
he thinks to himself what a joke
when the sun rises the heat will go out like a murderer on a rampage, and it will feel like hell
he will sleep until night comes with her beautiful moon and ride until he finds his path


carrie ann kawa    3/2007