Monday, November 16, 2015

Paris Blue Shadow Blues 2015


©2015
paris, 13 november twenty fifteen

dreams fall like bullets
bleeding onto the street
bleeding onto the street
the heartless shadows
praised the darkness and reloaded
smiling, innocent, alive just a moment ago
pride, prejudice, religion transmuted into hate
fingers on the trigger
the people become the howling
weeping truth, re-described as sacred
bleeding onto the street
bleeding onto the street
someone put a flower in a bullet hole
lighted a candle on the bloody street
played a piano to the bowing crowd
huddled together in mystery and grief
I was far, far away
yet my soul was nearby, right there
bleeding onto the street
bleeding onto the street
hope, rage, forgiveness, revenge
tears and silence in cold waves
all of that buried me in screams
where strangers gathered into family
no one wanted to be alone
bleeding onto the street
bleeding onto the street
I was choked in bitterness
breathing flames into the cold dark night
silence breaking my heart
I could not turn away
eyes open, heart on fire,
I took a deep breath
as the whole world wept
praising God
where he fell
bleeding onto the street

bleeding onto the street

........ William Fredric Posey

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