penned up from the rain

[jaymie]

downtown i walk through a junkie's paradise
through used syringes, used bodies, and you
i wish you were here, says a soldier lay waste in the corner
staring at me through blackened eyes
his whites gone yellow between ancient broken vessels
i can't begin to tell you the calm i now feel without you here
i hear angels singing
i can see them all around
we beg to let go
we beg to fall down
in the end we are our own sacrifice

white moon yellow stars
a black rainbow hung on the wall
say hello to your father
when you are feeling blue
my sweet man
i hear your stories
see your images pass through my eyes
like a million tiny butterflies
taking flight into sky
wrap me up in your arms
my sweet man


time passes us by
as we tear questions off our faces
throw it to the wind
while the wear in my eyes could shine in the dark
of a thousand other lives
you left me here
with locked doorknobs
they just sit running nowhere
i don't need a fix
put your works back in the drawer
i need to tie my shoes
you just dont care
anymore

thanks for reading! .j

 

[yakksoho]

Unreal...very powerful and descriptive. Felt very connected to the subjects. The end was particularly effective, the mood of the peace did not falter. Very well done.

 

[(Wordy)]

Really liked this. There's a strong narrative grip to it, and charged, confident expression.

time passes us by
as we tear questions off our faces
throw it to the wind
while the wear in my eyes could shine in the dark
of a thousand other lives

And I love the way you've broken the opening lines:

downtown i walk through a junkie's paradise
through used syringes, used bodies, and you
i wish you were here, says a soldier lay waste in the corner

 

[brothermarcus]

great stuff, like the movement between images.

 

[jaymie]

thanks guys

actually, a very dear friend of mine who is going through heroin addicton recovery inspired this. I was just writing on some of the images that I see around him.