Your perception of me pre-existed, you saw black and you felt danger, you saw my skin and with it painted a personality from the prejudice of your mind.

You don’t know me, yet you assume that I am just like every other dark skinned man out there.

So that is why I feel angry when you cram yourself in the corner of elevators, if you could only realize I am the one who is truly backed into a corner, provoked by your ignorance, until I become what you painted me.

With your judging eyes, cautious smiles, and nervous actions you made me this way when in the beginning I was just me. Now after all you have done, and all I have done, I’m just trying to be me again.
I just want to be me.

now, i have lost sight of myself completely.

*i no longer remember the days past as anything but blurs of pain and kissing the unfamiliar.

Holding hands, yet feeling alone,
Your presence was meant to be my home.

I can still feel you-
         the you you used to be,
The us that was,
               the you and me.

Holding hands, yet feeling alone.
Where did the excitement go?
The magic we would feel-
                 with every touch,
The joy,
              the nerves,
                                 the rush-

Holding on to every word-
                 anticipating the next.
Remembering each and every moment,
Waiting anxiously to create the rest.

Now we rest on each other,
sometimes without a word to say.
What happened to the moments-
when we hadn't enough hours in a day.

At least when we admit-
             that what we had is now lost.
I will have gained a million memories to put to a song.

And every time 'our song' plays,
                           I'll surely think of you.
Dreams shared, Years lost-
       *and all I'm left with is a tune.

I'm the fruit from the tree of the northern desert.
Where the grounds are dehydrated with  cracks  that run deep in their skins.
Bleeding the veins of plants to the last drop.
Draining the essence of all living things and yet still a victim of The unquechable thirst.
The heat forever calescent. The tree pleading to the sky for a drop of hope, for angels to cry and bless us with tears of joy.

I am wounded by questions, as to why I do not honour the beauty of love, but an eagle can not dance in the clouds without its feathers. Shackled by the chains of misery, I find that in love I can not go further.
I'm an iron bent by the hammer of pain. My path is abundant with emptiness, love is yet to lead me astray.

In the rain of my tears I see a rainbow coloured with hope of escaping my fears enlightening my heart as the path to love appears.

Sadness of the heart?

Each one of us one day must keep that final appointment  
Like everyone who has gone before
The meeting with death and more importantly judgement
For some it’s a destiny that they absolutely abhor

And so some should, it must be said
For God’s Word reveals a terrifying thing
Not for everyone who appears to be dead
But those appearing to live but are dying

When a loved one leaves this earthly station
Their release, to us, seems like disaster
Their departure, to us, is like annihilation
Despite soothing words from Priest or Pastor

But tears really are not necessary,
Now that life’s trials are a thing of the past,
Sickness and death may have been scary,
But they are at peace now, at last.

For them, Death was no terrifying leap into the dark
Not because of mans opinion or religious ethos
Mankind now has a living Ark,
That carries us from this pain and utter chaos

For the believer who has been to the cross,
Knows there is no need to despair,
Despite the agonising hurt of your personal loss,
Be glad they enjoy a peace beyond compare.

For they left this realm of sadness and strife
Where Men against men continually fight
For money and power and a decadent life
Oblivious that their time here to, is finite
Where on Earth, pride and selfishness rules
And the wisdom of men is the wisdom of fools.

Your loved one has finished their test
They now embrace eternal life
For they were worthy when assessed
To bathe forever in the warmth of everlasting light.

However do not obsess so with our final destination
That you forget to experience the journey,
Instead, rejoice each dawn at the revelation
That this can be your land of milk and honey

For you have friends and loved ones,
You can see and hear and taste and talk
Relish nature and all the beauty beneath His heavens
And enjoy each day of your earthly walk.

It's been raining a lot lately.
I still think about you
more than I probably should.

I guess some things don't change.
I guess some things do.