Poem #3 from Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan : “They Had Sadness in Their Eyes (like in Littleton)” – poetry

They Had Sadness In Their Eyes (Like in Littleton)

The sky has cracked
Raining down a hail of tiny eyes
Invading our space, we'd walk
Walk into the crutches of the hall's shadows
To hide in a new divinity.

Away from the howling
You feel the flooding in your hideaways
Your shaking is the deadest of giveaways
Melting in your sweat,  in the fear
Will the maiming of the words keep your mind quiet,
can you forget it all?

Such wonders is the wind when it acts in a manic swaying
Those crippling leaves do tease us.
To digress us in a blood trace waxing in the sticks and spoons
Closets full of broken lights, tiny eyes
like boomerangs across the sky.

Watch me universally break apart the knife-stars
Collecting all the falling dust in a skinny bag
Flames scattering in our chase
Schools of blue watch us outrun the lunar flood.

Violence, anarchy from the treetops. The birds digest our mayhem 
to the streets.   While gases and ashes run over the walls.
We shout peace to walls like John Lennon,
and then we watch the buildings burn and drink in the breaking glass.
It was like someone broke in all the codes.
That lead us to the pink of the sunsets crying.

Our love is an infinite future.  
To become free from all we've yearned for.
To feel complete, without the worries of hate.
To present beauty through all the drizzling art.
The world was too greedy to share

We couldn't believe words as laws.
So we continued fighting, lives are just scars
to look at in our corners of a heaven.
We continued gunning down true leaders.
We took the beauty from our land, 
we danced a sad song to beautiful music
and danced madly without listening to the message.

Replaced it with angst, disgust  while marketing mercenaries
that bled green invades our kiss.
A cyclops sees what a cyclops wants to eat.   While with us, One eye is tears and One eye is drowned too deep to breathe.  
Like a life in Littleton.
We shouted peace to the walls. And received the eye of war back.
Just another cyclops.  Practicing carbine rifles on mannequins.
Listening for the echoes. 
Forgetting we can only dream ideally in silence.

Ghosts they linger, and ghosts they whisper to all.
Ghosts they love and ghosts they fall through
Ghosts fade under pressure, ghosts suffocate on social screams.
So we hide under bridges until either gunfire or greed fades.
In peace, unity, and love we can all blend together and move our orbs through Orion for a while. 

*Free web poetry book* Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan: Poem 1: Narcissism Taxi Cab Parades

Poem #2 from “Before the Bridges Fell”  Black Jackets and Boneless by David L O’Nan

Links to eic David L O’Nan’s interview & short poems from “Lost Reflections” on Wombwell Rainbow Blog

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with EIC of Fevers of the Mind David L O’Nan

EIC: David L O’Nan is the Saturday Feature on Cajun Mutt Press with old storytelling poetry

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

“Whispers” by David L O’Nan poem from new/revised book “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers”

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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