they are the broken boys and girls
scattered pieces of arrowheads
paths detoured and pot-holed
fractured homes and barren souls
mishandled by life's hand
they litter our lives
because we misunderstand
castaways
discarded during raging storms
colorless, but beautiful
empty, but fruitful
seen, though invisible
we fill voids that pulse their malfunctioning hearts
and bring sunny days to moonless nights
awaken the lives of these romantic zombies
their illness cries out insatiable hunger
a pain that never subsides
it begs to be bandaged
blackness that could never be bleached
severed in spite of your face
run off despite your race
-this is the pain that kills-
pills fail to quell the ills
it sleeps with all who will hear its cries
where it resides until it dies
and we throw them to the waysides
they are the refused souls
trapped on the sidelines
misjudged, masked in joy
made jokes till they close their eyes
they are the broken little boys and girls
we left behind
Peter Pan punished
pretending to be immortal
cause he never grew up
our Prince of Pop prescribed
a life of longing for love
beyond death dare we part
like the armies of broken childhoods before him
it magnifies
blemishes
on our ability
to love.
"Broken Hearts, IM Michael Jackson"
2009
scattered pieces of arrowheads
paths detoured and pot-holed
fractured homes and barren souls
mishandled by life's hand
they litter our lives
because we misunderstand
castaways
discarded during raging storms
colorless, but beautiful
empty, but fruitful
seen, though invisible
we fill voids that pulse their malfunctioning hearts
and bring sunny days to moonless nights
awaken the lives of these romantic zombies
their illness cries out insatiable hunger
a pain that never subsides
it begs to be bandaged
blackness that could never be bleached
severed in spite of your face
run off despite your race
-this is the pain that kills-
pills fail to quell the ills
it sleeps with all who will hear its cries
where it resides until it dies
and we throw them to the waysides
they are the refused souls
trapped on the sidelines
misjudged, masked in joy
made jokes till they close their eyes
they are the broken little boys and girls
we left behind
Peter Pan punished
pretending to be immortal
cause he never grew up
our Prince of Pop prescribed
a life of longing for love
beyond death dare we part
like the armies of broken childhoods before him
it magnifies
blemishes
on our ability
to love.
"Broken Hearts, IM Michael Jackson"
2009