Ode for robert Johnson
By alex herewane
Old faces in new places
youth bleeding and dying
the hangmans
shadow looms large at the door
pain and longing embedded in the walls
redemption just out of reach
the prisoner and the trickster masturbate
to a picture with a million eyes
Beneath me everything is falling
I smash my face deep into the bricks and sit in front of my perplex mirror
to watch the blood run down my face, give me the pain of the flesh cause
my heart my heart my heart is locked somewhere inside heaven and hell
and believe me both them are broken
locked away forever
walls
and rules
beneath me my anger is raging
children screaming,
wide eyed adults
its easy to see that we have all stepped out of
our bodies
there's just power, fed, by their fear and all our hands
are gripped around the throat of life
I wield the samuri sword, I'm
standing in the dark side of man
I'm here again, I'm here again
The light burst into my eyes, I'm sitting on the bed covered in blood
and a voice is saying its alright robby its only a dream
beneath
me I can hear the trickster laughing
Comments on "Ode for robert Johnson"
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On Thursday, November 24, 2011, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Very deep and depressing worldview. Oh, Samurai if you'd care to correct. And thanks for this dark view of RJ - a friend maybe? (or somebody closer)
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On Thursday, November 24, 2011, alex herewane
(149) wrote:
Robert was one of many eighteen year old offenders that was in my care. Thanks for your comment.