inside everyone is a compleat person
seeking to penetrate a fortress of lies
too many right answers are out there
set on protecting the ammo of attacks
I’ve seen the struggles end either way
breaking away is a noble adventure
freeing a life from solitary-voluntary
along a painful tearful meandering path
new discoveries always worth the wait
Believe
From dawn to twilight
A role I play
With the coming of night
I leave the day
For in the moon’s soft glow
I awaken in dream
True to my soul, I’m all I believe
Soaring high, the dragon flies
She finds in hope
She can touch the sky
Still
The water is dancing
In the eyes of the frozen fish
More the music twists up
Deeper the voice of absence
Sand slipping through fingers
Even the hour glasses remain empty
As the setting sun
Spreads it’s fire on water
The last winter leaf falls somewhere
And the silence of the cold grave
Mounts from the depth
Of the conch shells
I wish I could close my eyes and sleep tonight
I wish I could erase those bad memories from my heart
I wish I could forget who I am just for one day
Please don’t believe my smile
Don’t believe when I say I’m fine
Don’t let me give up, hold my hand
Tell me I will be okay
Tell me I won’t be forgotten
Tell me I still have a chance, no need to be hidden
Don’t allow me to hurt my lips with this fake smile
Don’t believe it ‘cause I’m bleeding inside
I’m weak like a sick flower
I could die if you leave me alone
I’m so afraid of sleeping in the dark
And I can’t turn on the lights
‘cause I don’t want you to look at my ugly face
I don’t know why I’m crying again
I don’t know why this baby girl in me won’t grow up
I don’t know where to go
And I don’t know what to do
I’m lost in my own world
Many closed doors are surrounding me
but I don’t know which one I’ve to choose
Can’t find my way can’t see my future
my tears blinded my eyes, can’t you see I’m broken
My body is sweating, can’t you feel my hot fever?
I was screaming in my dreams but no one heard my voice
I was running toward paradise but my foot didn’t reply my moves
Can you read my words?
Can you see my wounds?
Can you understand when I say
Don’t believe my smile
‘Cause I’m not happy at all
I can’t be where I want
Cause I don’t know where I belong
I don’t even know who I am…
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I copied everyone I thought was cool
Until I allowed me to be myself
I wasn’t as cool as my illusions
Not as brave as I credited others
Find out what’s true for yourself
You’re bound to save a lot of time
Say good-bye to NOT AS GOOD AS
Any measure must be your own
If there is a final reckoning
Copycats never look the same
Better to cash in on an original
YOU ARE YOU always prevails
Altering metaphors
of existence are
the wanderer’s primer
for survival.
Joy of journeying
doesn’t lie in witnessing
what’s lighted upon,
which larder is laid bare
but where it’s taken to.
Some distances
are worth stalking,
as they oust us
from ourselves.
you won’t know by asking others
I’m much better worse than they’d say
don’t draft me on some graph paper
my equation is in so much disarray
I know well what my successes are
not everyone measures the same way
notice what I’ve done and stood for
that’s so far beyond just hearsay
As you walk along the road
The light keeps on fading
Dusk keeps on advancing
You start losing hope
You stop.
When we face failures
We get depressed
We just isolate ourselves
We stop working
But do we do the same thing
When our vehicle runs out of fuel?
My poems are
Of me
The prose
Though spare
Reveals layers
That characterize me
As a living being
To myself
To others
I am my words
They burst forth
From my
Untold self
Surprising me
And perhaps others
With their authenticity
And emotions
I can reveal
So much
With just
A few words
That identify
Where and
Who I am
In the world
Words affect me
Expressions
When scripted
Become who I am
On any given day
I am my words
Even if they
Remain just
Passing thoughts
Hovering in
My brain
Until I write them
My poems
May expose
Where others stand
In my life
They never deceive me
They are my words
They are
Who I am
The moment
I expose them
Where is the voice of provocative thought
a three and one half octave range
with high decibels of courage
did it burn out in the forest
with all the other body parts
melting an atrophied present and ruptured future
where is the voice that would rise up
sing the hallelujah chorus
turning instinct into action
thrill an audience of one
into a crowd of reason
truth and fact not confused
inside a book of fiction
another brand born to deliver
sleek and slick
yours truly
a once conscientious objector