With the voice of eloquence
and precisely placed poetry
she asked her love to be
a being of stability.

However, I longed to be
the one she looked too to see
love’s gentle eyes reaffirming
turning life’s truths
into reassuring simplicity
making a promise that I
could never really guarantee.

It is a good thing she did not look to me
cause all I could promise her
is this moment in eternity
all I could give her is my passion
and gentle but attentive curiosity.

One of the many forms of hate, racism is a monster that stares in the eyes of men and breathes fires of destruction,

Racism is another ism like classism is all about hate, it swallows men and women like each other,

It’s Satan’s child and devours races and classes, a black cross painted in my room,

Their tears reflect the haunted memories in the corner, of american blacks and apartheids I heard as stories,

The walls are blackened with their wails and weeps, but racists partied in the boulevard,

Billboards get fingerprinted by some hands, displaying the monster’s play - a stare kept alive,

The curtains unruffle at dawn, still the sun chokes the atmosphere with the slogans
Peace out haters !