they say this sage will help her come out.
the red smoke will bring her presence.
she dances in the woods ,
and you can only catch a glimpse of her.
her blonde hair flows like a river over rocks,
skin pale as the moon,
she moves so swiftly that she could be right behind you and youd have no idea.
you hear her voice singing her song.
"at break of dawn when theres barely any sun,
come to me my sad one. there was a little toolshed where he made us suffer. he sees everything, and were his forever. my body is the art of Lucifer.  so come to me my sad one. "
she repeats the song about 3 times but on the third you hear someone with her.
when the sage clears up its like nothing happened.

Her lip stick stained everything,
my only drinking glass
my only toothbrush.

My  only set of sheets
sat rumpled and stained.  ,
My last joint sat marked
with that wicked red
along the edge of the
chipped amber ashtray.

My dry lips held the
blood of her love.
I savored the rusty
taste of her as the need to
write became the
whole of me.

I approached the trusty Number2
with caution.
I carefully
opened the dog eared
spiral notebook she had
brought to me
a life time ago.

Found a blank page between two
emotionally driven poems.
I drained the last of the
***** as I felt the gift
slowly awaken somewhere
in that darkness
deep within me.

The ***** burn
ripped down my insides and
lit that glow that's slowly
killing me.
That sense of dread
and failure took hold.

The guilt I've had
comes with every word
never written.
Every promise never held.
Every thought never shared
and every blood stained
memory I've been
forced to live through.

Hands up
So maybe they'll see I surrender
Under the foot of The Badge
My hands are up and I beg mercy
That this man doesn't pull the trigger
Don't shoot!

Hands up
So many brothers and sisters lost in this war
A bullet in me is nothing to them but a paid leave
My blood is just another stain
It won't cause this man with the badge any pain
Don't shoot!

Hands up
In the court I'm the sketchy one
But I wasn't the one standing behind the gun
Please God don't shoot!

Hands up
While we stand together in peace
And are accused of violence
Beaten, gassed, punched, harassed
This is war in these streets
Where The Badge and the black man meets
DON'T SHOOT  

Bang

Wheres the peace?