Fire WallFind me in my eyes.A simple file.No search engine will lead you to my heart.No misspelt web page will lead you to my body.No "copy-paste" will preserve my image.No chat room holds my life story.Each sunset, like each smile, happens only once.Quick, with your camera, try to catch me.Colors stained to pixels will try to preserve memories.And poachers will try to make them their own.Quick, catch this moment, because this one's for you.Quick, say my name, before the breeze takes it from your lips.A wild taste of reality to contrast your pixel-world.A wild taste of freedom from a world with real fires.Feast your eyes on your pseudo-world, its colors are stark and bright.And I'll pray for your freedom from half-imagined restraints.
Silence of a GunCheap memories.Paper, plastic.Made in China,Probably.Public opinions...Republicans, pelicans.Democrat, fruit bat.I support this message.He did, he did.I wouldn't.I will, I will.He won't.Life for a life.But they fell, they fell.Both of them.I heard screams, saw smoke.Why two Gods?One is one.Only one.Allah. God.Hate her, son.Her why?I don't know, don't know.Do as I say.Faster, smarter.Not better?Failure, failure.No job for you.No, no darling.Not this time.Next time, maybe.When Daddy has a job.Money, money.War, burning.Fire, fire.Where are they?Who are they, mommy?I don't know.Why do we hate, mommy?Shut up I never taught you to hate.God of Abraham.God of Isac.God of Jacob.King of the Jews.Buy American, American.Support the economy.Where are these AmericanGoods of which you speak?BlackWhiteOldYoungOh, no.Racism ended years ago.The North won, remember?Yeah, papa.Red Sky with Blue Clouds.Earth littered with bullets.And bones.Remember
Gilded SkyFreezing Molten Gold.Encrusting a gray-cloud sky.GildingFragile lakes.DrenchingPools of rain-tears in gold.PavingThe path to heavenWith Angel's treasure.Rivulets of waterMorphed IntoVeins of warm gold.Hot with orange tint,Fragile platinum-gold iceLining the edge of gleaming,Precious sky-lakes.Thirsty eyes.Drink of the glorious treasure.That will fade with the sun.Into night.
White RoseA white rose,LipsNot yet stained in red.WithEyes unaccustomedTo the sun.StandingOn the edgeOfThe world.A white rose,SingingA song on muted lips.OfLong ago whenThe world was young.DancingWith the windInHer hair.A white rose,BentBy a storm.WithA kiss onHer painted lips.CryingWith the rainOnHer face.A white rose,GrowingAmong the rocks.WithRoots asDeep as the sea.AndLove asBigAs the sky.A white rose.