Blooding pouring onto my face from the sky,
Like hurricane weather,
Over the bay and around the roads;
Over the land and across the waters, this blood
Dances as it falls onto my face.
Pleas for reasoning made my voice ache and
Out of nowhere came my shrill screams. I
Underestimate the wonders of god, this image more
Real than reality TV. I ponder things as
I walk in this blood-rain, crying for lack of understanding.
No one notices this scene. I look up again, unable to
Grasp the concept of this otherworldly weather.
Otiose leaving my emotions, I now swim into this thick
Numbing liquid. It clots on my skin, but I float.
This seems reasonable, what can I do? I've done nothing wrong,
Other than cry for hating myself more than is normal.
Morning comes as I sleep in my dirty bed and to see the
Yard a flood in this mess of weather. I laugh, for I am insane.
Faintheartedly, I walk into the yard where the blood pours down
Again, on my face and clothes, still dirty from yesterdays storm.
Courage has made me weary, faith has made me braver.
Even though the neighbors are home, I am the only knowing one.
From here, I run away, trying to outrun the flood of crimson clouds,
Reaching for some piece of land unaffected by psychosis.
Our world is in trouble, yet I seem the only one to recognize it.
My head fatigued, I stop the run, and climb a tree to sleep fitfully.
The sky parts now as a beautiful pink beam shines down from heaven,
Here comes a chance for redemption, and yet, nothing happens but tears.
Everyone is crying, and the pink beam is gone, me being left clueless.
Someone screams in the distance but it gets louder till I suddenly
Know that I am screaming. I seem to understand nothing.
You wouldn't understand either if you were in my dreams.
January 15, 2004
Suge
*This is based upon a dream I had a last night. It, too, is an acrostic.