Reality From Above

Reality From Above

Five miles high

Six hundred miles an hour

Looking down

Through broken

Houses, yards and pools

Roads that go everywhere

And go nowhere at the same time

There are things missing

There are no people

No whites, blacks, reds, yellows or browns

No Christians, no Jews, no Muslims

There is no one

No borders

No countries

No governments

No one to love

No one to hate

There is just a planet

A thin atmosphere

And green life everywhere to be seen

When did man, a bacteria living free change everything

Maybe man should leave this paradise

Either voluntarily or killed off man has to go

Let this beautiful planet live without us

Without war and death

Without the hatred of created gods

Without us

That this the only way there will be peace

Needs

Needs

I need another shot

Another cigarette

Another joint

So many thoughts

Twisting my mind

Taking where it shouldn’t go

It lets me cry without tears

Scream with no voice

Lets me tell people what is hurting me

But, they never hear a word I say

I see people suffering

Just outside  my ability to help

Outside my reach

I just watch and listen

One more shot

Another cigarette

Another joint

May ease my mind

Make the thoughts

The visions go away

Or maybe not

The Beauty of a Wall

The Beauty of a Wall

Let the vines cover the wall

Hiding all of the cracks

The flaws put there by man

Initials carved by ancient lovers

Imperfections of beauty

No one will know of them

No one will see them

They will be forgotten

Lost to time

Lost in the fantasy of perfection

Centuries later the wall has not changed

Has not given in to fashion

The wall still stands alone

Its true  beauty hidden

But, it is still there with its imperfections

With a pride that it knows its beauty

Its worth to the universe

Even if no one ever looks at it

Or sees beneath the vines

It is beautiful

In The Dark

In The Dark

It is so irritating

The sun is up ruining the darkness

The cool breezes of night

I do not want the light

The warmth

All the people living their lives

Give me the strangeness of the night

The streets empty

Only a few wandering

Looking for survival

In a world that doesn’t know they exist

The smell of alcohol and piss fills the air

Wafting around passed out drunks

And hookers plying their trade

I do not want the “normal” life of day

The night...the darkness is my home

And that is where I will stay