DEATH BY GUNSHOTS: poem 3
I walk in the street lights see the rising sun while the noon runs away behind me watch the birds play tag hear baby birds chirp until their fed and the amazing symphony of the birds singing squirrels on the wires above the early workers pulling out of the driveway hold up my hand and freeze time nope just took a mental picture but what'd the difference your freezing a moment of time in your mind and putting it in a vault as the sun rises the moon drops a battle of light over dark light always wins everyday you wake up and there's light it fights every morning so you can wake up to the bright day ahead the darkness crumbles everyday gets better or worse depending on if you woke up in the dark or in the light id like to sleep on those fluffy pillows in the sky in a blue sky puffs of white forming out of thin air care free while I'm up there in the clouds relaxing I'm basking in the glory of the heavens as the sun starts to go down the blue sky turns gold and amazing pink color of the clouds are breathe taking but only for awhile do I see this glory it's amazing as I daze out I wake up on my dreams the air is golden their is rainbows on the sky all is calm and quiet perfect harmony sometimes I think while I sleep that I accually am in heaven I hear church bells ringing the gates open it starts to fade I wake up in the emergency room it was all a dream while I was in a coma by those evil bullets on a fatal sidewalk two shady people five shots chalk outline caution tape blood stained sidewalk sirens family crying all while I thought I was dreaming for what seemed like years I was defeated by evil but dreamed of the most of good what a weird paradox saw the darkest evil yet my dream shined the brightest a representation of all kindness.
