Forgotten faces

Where should I look for
the forgotten faces?
Less I know about the berth of sunken disclosures,
wherein the darkness of dread, they wait for
a lost cause, still.
Their wait has been a habit for those faces,
the unending thread of hope
in the queue to be remembered again.
Their wait is an iota of sanguine stupidity,
dying slowly with each passing moment,
with them knowing lesser of it.

I want to find them,
and illustrate them back on my mind
like the heroes they were.
But where should I look for
the forgotten faces.

Black Rainbow

I want to live under the black rainbow
seen through your window of prejudice,
oblivious to that scorn
contemplating your petty thoughts.
Smiling at your incessant smirks and
simulated hatred, gestures.
Oh black, define to the pity soul stalking us
and lodge my negligence in your treasury.
I want to live below the
all-encompassing, all-embracing black rainbow.
Forgetting about the differences spread,
and absorbing everything into the mayhem of bliss.
I want to live under such comprehension.