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?