Burque Nights

Neuvo Mexico

The land of enchantment

where our world spins around a color wheel,

the sun fades blues into pinks and oranges,

and as the night comes near, the sky bleeds red

above the mountains there are clouds,

the kind that take your breath with them as the wind blows them away,

all day, just making bets on when this heat will finally burn us to a crisp.

and as the night becomes, it comes and goes with a presence never understood.

Darkness never ceases to surprise you

As a child, I feared ghosts and ghouls

and I dreaded after storytime when

that light switch flicked off

my whole world was swallowed by the unknown,

At first, I tried to defend myself

Plastic swords, pillow shields, you know

I was ready to fight

years of that went by

But then I matured,

and I realized that.. monsters

are more than real, they’re everywhere.

The darkness is their home just as always

To this day

I cower away from the darkness, but now i fear

the darkness not of my closet or my bedroom

but the darkness of the city

!Nuevo Mexico! I don’t need plastic swords anymore,

your dangers require a real knife.

afraid to walk down my street,

I keep a blade in my pocket

it intimidates.

never nearly hurting anyone

But it may not always be this way

The darkness holds so many places to lurk, and hide

we call it oppurtiunity

but in reality so many people work nights to try and get by

so they hide away from the rest of society,

our society is becoming nocturnal.

He can only work at midnight,

shit job, maybe less, but sometimes causing havoc is his job.

how he got to this place no one knows,

but we call him a monster

we call them all monsters, before we even know who’s who anymore.

but the darkness is home to many unfortunate people

can’t get a job so the job is the hustle

and too often does the hustle go wrong.

Jails are filling up and every day i hear a gunshot.

Some people don’t get what they want so easily.

But we don’t realize that the ones who are choosing this-occupation-

are creating a whole new brand of their working class.

The hustler and the hustled both fight for their safety,

and so do people like me

We are afraid to walk our own streets, not knowing who’s who.

A civilized society is becoming primitive again.

all these Preconceptions of the monsters in the dark

we make them all out to be un-human.

we do not help them.

and I wish it didn’t have to be this way.

too often have I heard the phrase

“You can’t help me if I don’t want to be helped.”

And how true this is.

but the phrase “You cannot save everyone”

seems to be the code of society these days.

We don’t do what others don’t want us to do unless we truly want to, it’s our nature,

we say If there’s a will theres a way

but not enough people are saying  “how do we get them to want help?”

I have asked myself this and

as of right now, I do not have an answer,

and I don’t think any of you do right now either.

But If, by the power of a thousand plastic sword soldiers, like us, the ghosts and gouls could have become figures of our imaginations,

just mere stepping stones in our gradual advancement into more

aware and intelligent beings,

then Nuevo Mexico we will not be afraid of your monsters,

we will not look into your darkness with fear and disregard

New mexico you are beautiful, and we will help your people

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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