Echoes of Lucid Dreams
Moon-washed Lucid Strobe Light
Rugged Acu’s
Guarded by a Battle Buddy that holds a key to life
Smothered muddy raindrops
Bloody senses dwell upon
Rising to crawl
Muddy bloody walls
Asphyxiates vision and breaths
Heathen bone bleached Presidential views
In the hot velvet dark night
When closing one eye is a privilege
A bulwark of strength, denied
Bittersweet cold breeze
Damp, muddy ground wet enough to drink
The sound of tragedy
Mourn an echo to the ear: a riffle latches
Clenching throat calling for prayer, unspoken words
Rhythms of chase, Brave freedom: bullet received
Weep in the night a bloody drenched rose
Once had Acu’s, now belong to a tomb
Signing my life over to become government property
Politics madden in search for answers
That only God himself makes the final cut
Ironic freedom is the fatal fight
Drawn to protect, withering away loved ones
Memorable Obadiah to bloody death
Conscious flat-line
Resuscitated the last final breath of survival