so here you are
standing outside
without shoes on your feet
in the complete darkness
of a cold November night.
This is the least of your concerns
for you are keenly aware that at this moment
your life depends upon remaining
focused, calm and balanced
it is so dark and you can see nothing,
but are aware you are being watched.
remain calm
don't panic
do not look to the left or to the right
just keep going
one foot in front of the other
and try to forget
that you are
over five hundred feet up
blindfolded
walking a 3/4 inch tight-wire over Chicago.

My mind is like abstract art tinted in many colors of red,
like my heart blew apart, splintering, puncturing now I am dead,
like horrid lamentation smeared with tears of the barely alive,
like a hungry nation spoon fed to think they can no longer strive,
like a child who attempts jumping the hurdles but ends up hurt,
like a man who repents only to realize he never got burnt.

It begins
within is strife
and then it ends
Is the meaning?
Because just as soon as it is Conceived
It is  Deceased
This road I walk
I look at both the beauties and the monstrosities of her
The people
The places
The interactions
The love
Beauty is Broken
Find perfection in what is not

Darkness, it's so mysterious
A sign of the abyss
We can't penetrate it with our eyes
We will never no what's beneath

It can be a color called black
Which people will wear
It's for grieving and for sadness
And for protection too
They won't come near, if they fear
The emotional abyss
The one that in srounded by our
Dark outfit

It can be a hiding place
For those who always fear
With no lights they can't come near.
It gives us a place of freedom
But it frees our enemies too
We can't see them coming,
The monsters under the bed.
As they hide within
Their darkened mist
In the dark abyss.

It can be the unknown,
A shade of mystery.
We are all left in the dark
When we think of this shade.
We can't see, we can't know
Whatever lies beneath,
Is unknown to us humans
As it wiggles in the deep.

It can be evil
The sign of tainted good
The color white muddied,
By the darkened sins.

It shows us when to hide
Since the monsters come at night
It is the spookist of colors
The one that shows us death.

But it can be beauty too,
A protective guard over us.
A shroud of mystery
To keep the others guessing.

It lets us be alone
When we truly wish.
It hides us from our enemies
And keeps the small ones safe

After all when its night
And we all wish to sleep
We plunge our selves into darkness
And welcome the abyss.