disappointment fell like snow, and rested against tacky coloured lights
why do I always sit on my own at parties?

I hear the people I call my friends all around me
laughing hollow laughs
for jokes which I didn't hear

too quiet to shout over the terrible music
I just sit and wait
for something that never comes

I imagine a nearby bar
where a local musician plays guitar
or the hill behind me
overlooking a thousand winking street lights
I open my eyes and I'm here

just sitting

A sudden blow: and he laid still
His dreams and hopes: crush
What have he done:  poker face
He dropped the cheese for the shadow
His life flashed before her eyes:
It's hard without question,  to
see my brothers cry.

It’s so hard to hear the chanting and the weeping
As mothers, friends and total strangers
Come together to fight for justice,
It hard to see and review the audio tapes
As he lay dying:
" I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe".

We've known smoking cigarettes can ****
However, living in America of a different race
is more cancerous than lung cancer

Especially when the verdict always come back
"No conviction, no conviction",
He died of natural causes,
So much trouble up north of the Brooklyn bridge
Cry for justice,   cry for justice.

While sitting on a hill one day
Remembering my days of play,
I saw a curious sight
That I'll try to recall with all my might.

The day was clear and bright and shining
The horizon, fuzzy with white lace lining,
And as the clear sun shone and the wind blustered
As I lay surrounded by field mustard

I dreamt of my childhood
Filled with stories and exploring wildwood
And when my eyes opened, a gift to see!
An array of floating dreams for me.

Clouds

Puffy and nostalgic of my days running with an old paper kite
Days of longing and silly spite
Twilights of catching fireflies in the brush
Nights when the birds were hushed.

And now I saw them, floating above me
As they did for little me
And I searched among them for pictures
Intently as a priest with holy scriptures.

There’s a puppy, a rocket too,
A fly, a cat, and a shoe,
A tree, a phone, and a shell,
Two bicycles, and a bell.

And that beautiful day
Where I was a child at play
Watching those puffy, huge, inviting
white, nostalgic, so soul igniting,

Clouds

Dear Society,

Why can’t we all just get along?
We’re stuck between what’s right and what’s cool.
We have this fine line that we waver back and forth.
And to many times,
Go with the cool

When I mean we,
I mean WE,
The collective,
The race,
The world

Why can’t we all just get along?
It doesn’t matter if your Black or White or Pink!
Or Catholic or Jewish or Muslim,
Or tall or large or thin or small
Or Gay or Lesbian or Straight

Why can’t we all just get along?
We’re all different, can’t you see?
We aren’t alike,
And you have to admit,
It’d be boring if we were!

Why can’t we get along?
It’s really quite simple,
Just smile and say hello,
To all those that you meet,
Today and tomorrow, and throughout your life

Why can’t we all just get along?
We seem, I think,
To not understand what we are,
Who we are
How we are

Why can’t we all just get along?
It’s just a simple question.
We go along with violence around us,
Consuming us,
Poisoning us,

It’s actually so simple,
That a lot of adults don’t know.
But still I have to ask,
Really, really, really have to ask
Why can’t we all just get along?

Signed,
A Confused Poet

Sighing, walking, trudging,groaning
Chewing, crying, sleeping, repeat,
That’s all his days over and over,
With no one there,
I watch him from my little locker,
Crawling through his day,
If only he understood how I felt,
Towards him, with him, for him,
I finally grabbed my courage,
Stuffed my fear in a bag, and I walked over to him,
And said, “Hello”
He looked at me and smiled,
I totally melt apart,
Now I say to Depression,
You have given us a heart

My Song is my own, and no one can brag that,
I am Me when I write or stand up at bat,
I am Me when I laugh, and Me when I smile,
I am Me when I celebrate going the extra mile

I am Me during plays, and Me during songs,
I am Me during rights, and Me during wrongs,
I am Me during parties, and Me during dances,
And I am Me during second chances

I am Me during sad times, and me during glad times,
And Me when I write down my bad rhymes,
I am Me, and that’s what I can celebrate,
If you don’t like that, well, haters will hate