What I miss are the emotions, summer was so beautiful, there is nothing beautiful now…
rain is beautiful
Things were magical then that are not magical now. There was more time for people, for relationships.
Summer was full of hope
hope & rain
beautiful rain
green grass
no grass here
i dreamt of new york city that summer, not in flames  but under water, a strange and beautiful city full of hope and promise
just like my life then
now the city is on fire, it burns & rages & mourns and on the surface no new hope emerges
and this is my life now
new york city lies in the back of everyone's mind, it is the core center of amerika's depression
we are a country deeply disturbed
we are a people devoid of hope
we have been shattered, we have been broken
we are the tar beneath the rubble
we are the ashes at ground zero
we are no longer in love or in like
and when I say we I really mean me, because I don't pretend to speak for all the voices between atlantic and pacific, I know only myself
but I also mean the government and the media and everyone else who pretends to speak for all of us, before, they were the ash, but now they are the ash below the ash, the rubble below the ash, the tar below the rubble, and all the office paper in between
we are a nation at war with unseen enemies (and by this "we" i mean the government and by "nation" i mean white men)
and yet we simply wage war on ourselves, person to person, soul to soul, there is no nation there is only each  other and ourselves and pretend
we live in a world of make-believe which I refuse to accept or adore any more than the sounds of  a television upstairs, playing in a sterile apartment identical to my own
what ever happened to the love?
to the hope?
to all the beautiful music?
when again will I watch a rainy sunrise
or kiss the stars goodnight?
the earth is cold tonight
and the stars are uninviting
sometimes it's hard to find the pot of gold
or the hope beneath the snow
it gets hidden in blankets and troves of unhealthy patriotism
I see the world in the coldest shades of white, blue, and red, and it sickens me to see my sisters and brothers behave so foolishly
i can hardly stand to open my eyes
the light is cruel, the snow reflection is blinding
i am in winter now, the summer has gone by

    Source: geocities.com/radfem51