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