DESI (RED)

"I believe in the kingdom come. Then all the colors will bleed into one."
~Bono

Red pills, red thrills, we ride on the desired trains
That takes us across the higher hills,
So many things we wish and pray we could do
When we are all prey to the things that make us (who?);
Hearts made of stone are hard enough.

Red hills, red chills, we glide across the wild plains
Where we may choose our wired stills,
Those dreams behind we try to push in vein
When we sleep beneath the breath of the (reign?);
Hard as of stone our hearts are not enough.

Mountains of moments,
Rivers of reasons...

These hearts of we are hard enough to make
Fake or break, sketched in all our mistakes.
Let’s face each other with open fists
And hold each others strengths, lay down our guns
In the Judas gardens that bring down our suns.

Red is the colour of a jealous lover
A traffic light at a busy New York City corner,
It is an American Express Card.
Often it makes us mad. Yet still,
It is passion, as in who we are:
We all need release.
Fish captured in the heat.
Red is the painted bones of our desert arias
Aids, Tuberculosis and Malaria.

Red pills, red thrills, red hills, red chills
That cold desire to feel...

Truths in trust our sins fade in the rust
Of flesh, the skins dressed in Armani Express
Or T-shirts from Gap. Those Converse sneakers,
Shoes made with African mudcloth;
We love to run in them across our streets
While the deserts run dry and rot in the heats;
And the children sleep in those cardboard box huts
Cuts like Valentines Day,
They scream in pain, all night
And die every day of mosquito bites
Sometimes they come out to feel the moon a drumbeat of might,
Painted in the bloods of a conscious disease
They could never see. They could never see
What we see, what we see, what we believe
On the slipstreams, see them when they cry
See them when they smile
See them when the miracle drugs takes them home
From out of the holes of the dirty roads
It is the course of all our hearts
Yea, you are all beautiful, and it hurts, I know
“So, here we are, fat cats in the snow...”

“Hello, hello!”

C’mon Bono, punch those allusions of rhythm
Play the sound of your voice & guitar
Take the world as far as you can go;
We are all in the cracks! We can’t all buy a red card
Or a fancy red car, but it’s when you scream
Yea, it’s when you bleed,
That the red rivers run in dream; all because of you...

I’ll wear your glasses even if just in metaphor
As the storm slows down for just a little while
So maybe we can watch those children smile
From behind your eyes
In desire, off the edge,
In (red).



"It doesn't matter that you care; it only matters that you believe."~jL

• On Friday, November 3, 2006, verablue (139) wrote:
  
  flows like a smokey pinot noir down my tounge. perfection.
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, Jay Jii (300) wrote:
  
  "In the Judas gardens that bring down our suns" Aglow with the light of wisdom and understanding. Right on. Very glad I red this. :)
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, Circe (609) wrote:
  
  I have to say, that was one helluva ride reading this, every line drew more excitement from me. And since the moment I read your works before, you reminded me of Bono! you're a rare artist/poet indeed.
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, Guillotine (191) wrote:
  
  This was beautiful, strong and amazingly lyrical! Have you considered writing this as a song? I could picture a rythym and tune as I went along.
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, TaintedButterfly (837) wrote:
  
  RED is my all time favorite color!! Good grief Jon you sure know how to hit someone with a sucker punch, hit in the gut, powerful read, unexpectedly! *BRAVO* Julia~
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, Rebel_not_Radical (136) wrote:
  
  ~as always your works leave me awed, inspired and deeply humbled...you truly are a great poet...feels rythmic and loved the lines 'Red is the colour of a jealous lover/A traffic light at a busy New York City corner' nice analogies...very cool
  
  
• On Monday, September 25, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  if red is the colour of our universal flag then let me fly it with you brother; a punchy faith-restoring humanitarian write; an embrace of the world and a time to put it right....WOW factor 10...no, off the chart, off the edge of the world....