carbon black

smoke a little ,dream a little and walk a little for you.
to gather the dust and collect the remains of a day not long lost.
mates for the soul and voices of the protest are too sublime this day.
dark eyes meeting deaf ears in the voidness of their soul.
and ugly treads trample nimble fingers and hands.
fateless brothers,fearless sisters,stoic mothers and helpless fathers.
they are friends from a past who seem too many.

revelation

ink on paper.the wildest for starters.