The Wilderness

[Drops_not_Dope]

In a city alone and invisible to most,

known by many - but acknowledged by

none, A voice sings songs of injustice

and war, contempt and crime, poetry and

strength. Beauty they say in the eyes

of all who behold her. Sadness and

anger at all that is lost because of

all you have gained, pain and anguish

for what few know and even fewer could

accept. Sacrifice for dreams that only

others realize, the crowds and their noise...


The watchman I've read is a blessed

soul, Brother Daniel with Ezekiel and

stone tablets turned into paper

notebooks. This cannot be read or sold -

the power of one man - to be told.


Send it here and send it there, These

pages but a ghost in the minds of the

informed and the powerful, copies and

perhaps.. just perhaps, an original

exist - a dreamers struggle for a

meaningful life shared with just one,

then the memory or an epiphany - 4

years past...


Rolling now and knowing why, innocence

no more. Faith? Faith was the cry...

turned against my soul. A few words and

some candles to light, bulking up for

an incredible fight. Seasons and years,

my remote and me...listening,

listening.

There was a time when I didn't hate. A

time that believing justice for all,

meant ALL. A time when God and Country

meant everything to me. Disillusionment

has become an unwanted abusive lover.



Longing for the past, if only one could

go back and not take that fork in the

road. Alone with too much to bear, too

much to hold inside, too much

understanding with too little

understanding. Secrets held awaiting

justice.