Cleansing Rain
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
Simple tears cleanse my soul
They gently roll from cheek to cheek
They heal my wounds of self-infliction
They turn my heart’s aggression meek
My emotions drain and re-arrange
In patterns on my face
Dark laced clouds accumulate
They send their cleansing pain
But bright new colors often follow rain
Dark Waters
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
Dark waters are rippling through society
It drips from our human blackness and pools in the public’s minds
World hysteria grows like weeds in a field
It nourishes itself on the putrid polluted waters of human nature
It hides in the depths of our greed, our envy, our insatiable want
In our unrelenting anger and animosities
It erodes away and destroys our civilization’s core until it crumbles into dust
Leaving just another ancient ruin in the middle of an overgrown jungle
Burning Down the Ghetto
The ghetto will still always burn in its unfortunate inhabitant’s minds, even if they move away!
The things they saw or the tragedies that tormented them while incarcerated physically and mentally in the roach and rat-ridden slums, dirty streets, run down shops, and vacant doorways – forever haunts even the ghosts of poverty.
Dark Angel
By Brian Thomas Armstrong
Tonight as you lay down to rest
I come to put your soul to test
If you should wake before you die
I will be the one to look you in the eye
Before I send you back
Into your true eternal home