Darkness is the natural state of the Universe,
perfect conditions for foxes and wolves prowling in packs to thrive
across neighbourhoods in the north, south, east or west side
as the dark wraps itself around us in this cold world tonight.
If I could paint the colour of a moment of universal light relief —
I would paint it in this blue shade,
the blue of the ‘blue hour’
in the morning and evening twilight of the bleeding sky.
Every morning witnessed after every night —
affords sober reflection of these maddening times.
We don’t need another hero getting us drunk
with another beautiful story depicting how everything has changed —
when the struggles of life remain the same for people everyday
just trying to catch a wave.
I want to know,
if you defer and defer the wild dreams of one generation
then hand them down to the next —
should this heartbreaking survival mode really be called living?
I guess we’ll find out eventually — one bittersweet day.
Growing old is inevitable
but evolution is optional —
we know the devilish have cruel intentions and still lie.
My soul rebels against rhetoric and subjugation.
The revolution continues to seek self determination — not invitation.
It keeps calling me on like freedom is my first and last name.
Purpose keeps me lively to stay free —satisfying my one and only constitution.
The night also offers solace by glowing with stars,
the tides wash the blood and grit from bones too familiar with the art of drowning —
as we remember who we are.
My soul is a silhouette rebelling fuckery —
against a backdrop of this victoriously blue shade.