All I ever do is sit and stare,
but today my eye saw a glare,
a shimmer star in the distance.
New beauty, timeless existence.
The bird may sing at once,
after walking past a bunch,
The school kids playing ball
during this impossible day in fall.

This change, this change in this place
confuses like an obstacle race.
Weaving and turning with two left feet,
simply trying to make ends meet.
But, humble I sit here today to say
with all on earth that rot and decay
there is a blinking light of hope:
a beacon to a bursting kaleidoscope.
In fury, in hatred, in all that is bad
we find ourselves with lives we never had;
fishing and luring to find fake fish,
cleaning our teeth with soap dish.

Insanity rules when the time is here:
to float in darkness and swiftly disappear.
Fireflies begin to awaken along a dark path,
and soon there will be an end to this wrath.
Until then, I sit and I stare.
Nothing more; I don’t care.

There he goes again,
The Murderer of Blue Skies.
Destroy your cheery smile.
Remove the twinkle in your eyes.
He casts the darkest clouds.
No time to empathize.

Mortal through and through,
without the need to be better
couldn’t catch a break.
He had to leave the shelter.
With hair past his chest
and an old broken lighter
he passed his life on
neglecting to be a fighter.

Silver, stolen syringes,
broken beer bottles,
a lonely gunshot,
cars with no throttle.

A good gift is a useful gift.
Use a good gift to be good.
Or drag across the earth,
useless as driftwood.

Amid a life of poor fortune,
there came a silver lining.

He knew it was wrong.
He knew what it’d do.
He knew how it’d ****.
But from his point of view...
it was a second chance
and he has business to attend to.

His hatred grew and grew,
killing the hopes of those around him.

The monster was created
to silence the hopes of joy.
Survived by wicked thoughts
in this simple minded boy.
Sent clouds throughout the world
with one intention: to destroy.

The clouds did not hurt to touch,
but their fumes killed the fun.
No one felt happy anymore,
some shot themselves with a gun,
others sought mental help;
the end had begun.

The Murderer of Blue Skies
sings in the rainfall.
The Murderer of Blue Skies
is within us all.