Eyes as white as Ivory
Sober as Reality
But sometimes longing
For those Burgundy Eyes
Facing that which is oh so troubling
Wanting to swim in fantasy
To escape the metonymy
Of a struggling economy
A Recession
Or
The Second Great Depression
Or maybe not so much
But pretty damn close
Trying to keep from drowning
Given the fact that I was never really a daily drinker
More sociable if anything
I never really buried myself
Instead, I took flight
Rather inhale the winds so high
Than sip downer waters
Was much easier to cope
When I worried about nothing but a different way to intake that smoke
Because the quality made me cough and choke
And choking scratched up my throat
The ass of this bottle does not give me those eyes
The eyes it provides are simply milky glass
No smoke filled shades to hide behind
Just distorted visions of a liquid realism
But real none the less
The clearness of or cognac colored sea surf does not wash away heartache
The current does not carry away jealousy
And the waves do not rinse off the grief
These bitter waters sit well with me
But do not sit well
Beause of this
A nonindulgent life is what I lead
However, sometimes facing an everyday actuality
I have a simple craving
A need for something to take the edge off
A slight fog so that I can momentarily go back into hiding
And pass out...
Pass out from the great settling peace
That has overcome everything
Everything but my own vagary
No chaos
No noise
Just whispers of the zephyr
And my gliding across the sky
High...
Above the missing, murdered children
Beyond beaten and battered women
Aloft abused and raped individuals
Over crack babies and cocaine addicts
Atop unemployment and the continuous loss of jobs
Superior to just getting by, making ends meat, living check to check
Exceeding what seems to be the coming of the end with these endless wars and evergrowing gang violence
Or maybe a brand new beginning
Of this continuous story to which we call Life
Whatever the case
To accost realness
What may or may not be our Eventual Reality
Is hard
Because for every positive
Seems as though there are at least ten negatives
We rejoice because we have a Black President
And while many look forward to the work he has ahead
Look at what they left him with
And with such a mess will come great criticism
Never mind the mess was not created by him
And forget he overcame defamation and
Other individual's cynicism
He is a black man
All eyes are on him
Waiting for his failure
Although their very lives depend on his success
But I digress
Sobriety is not easy to come by
When nightmares seek my vision as I am awake
And demons pass before my pupils as trustworthy humans everyday
And evil stalks my very breathe as it leaves me and I move on my way
I fight to keep candent, spotless oculars that is my temperate conviction
But it never changes the fact that
Sometimes will power to fight is what I lack
And I would let my lips make love to the end of Mary Jane
In order to dance with the clouds
Play along side the stars
And be just a little bit closer to HIS feet
Stepping into the shade
Putting on my shades
With a stupid grin on my face
Feeling heavenly
When I melodically give into
That yearning that creates
Burgundy Eyes
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