heroes and zeroes
It was a time
A time of unrest
A time of
Lies and distorted
Truth
Political smoke
Screens
Filled
One’s
Senses
Just a kid
Of 19
Too young to know
To unwise
To realize
The consequences
Of my decisions
She
That little
Blonde girl
Of
17
The vision of my dreams
The answer
And direction
Of my desires

forgive me
i
was not
there
when
you most
needed me
when
in
the
dark of night
monsters
beneath
your
bed
i
was
not there
to
scare
them
all away
not
there
when
you
fought
off
the bullies
coming
home
with
your first
black-eye
when
you
need me
the most
i
wasn't there
when you
kissed
that
first girl
there
were
questions
that needed
answers
times
you needed
advice
when
no matter
where
you turned
there
was none
forgive me
although
you are
somewhere
in
my
imagination
and simply
what if
i
find myself
at times
still asking
and
asking
forgive

jSweptson

saw you out
on
the street's
today
rain
pouring down
your umbrella
long since its
day
but
i
had places
to be
as
i
hurried on
my way
saw you
down the alley
of that
famous
little diner
as you
busily
dug
though
the trash
appearing
to be
caught up
in your
little
chore
me
much to late
my latte
getting cold
saw you
today
on the
information
tube
you and all
those others
some
said
in the distance
bombs
were falling
but
so little
i could do
i'm
just too
far away
you were out
on the highway
the one
beside
the mall
holding out
your little
sign of
cardboard
i know
not what
it read
for
i had cash
in my pockets
i was
on
my way
to spend
so as you knock
on that
door
to my
glassed in
little world
its
not
that i don't
notice
but
i
can't
just let
you
in

jSweptson

merica
land of  
greedy
corporations
home of
i got mine
you
get
yours
merica
where
some
live in big houses
that
climb
to
the skies
still others live
in  getto's
where some drive
around
in cars
that need
their own
zip code
america
we got
neimanmarcus
gucci
saks
chanel, dior
some
do
their
shopping
in
the
5 and dime
next
door
merica
its own
worst enemy
for its
destroyed
more
than
it
will
ever
be

jSweptson

3 in the morning
its
3 in the morning
blue light
From the pod charger
Fills the room
Lately
Its become the norm
To lay awake
In these early
Morning hours
words
banging
round inside
my brain
as rocks
in a
can
of
tin
words
pop
pop
popping
like popcorn
in a
microwave
need to throw
back
nights covers
pull my
duff
outa bed
take out
pen and
paper
release
the words
from
inside
my
head
****
its 530
in the morning
jSweptson

Tears will fall

Before

The Morning

Comes

Fall

Before

The new

Day

Separates

From

Night

Fall

Before

The departing

close as the wind

That whispers

Past

Its story told

On a nightingale ‘wings’

Close as a nights

Wet kiss

Our skins

Close

As passions

Breath

Yet

The distance

Is as walls

To high

To scale