Sometimes
I give more love
Than I have to give
Like I have God in me

Sometimes
I showed too much hatred
Towards people I supposed to love
Like I have the devil in me

Sometimes
My mind won’t stop burning
Throughout the day
Like I have the sun in me

Sometimes
I just can’t stop shining
For others to see better
Like I’m married to the moon

Sometimes
I’m just too generous
With my everything and everything
Like I have an angel in me

Sometimes
This life is just too much for me to bear
Like I have too much vulnerability in me

Sometimes
I need to remind myself that
I am only a man……Just breathe

I’m like
all the mothers
I’m like
all the fathers
I’m  like
all the sisters
I’m like
all the brothers
I’m like
all the souls
And yet it seems like i’m stuck
in a dream or perhaps a nightmare of
For jews and for muslims
For  rich and for poor
For gay and for straight
For red and for blue
For black and for white
in this sleep
of catastrophe  
Where are we?
Where are our hearts?
These tears of sadness
rolling down my cheeks
it’s so insane to keep wondering
If  this is as good as it gets for us?
Who are you, who are we?
Where are we going from here ?
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones that we’re hurting
Are you and me.

~
celebratory,
fluttermoth-like
boys and girls
born at the turn of the century,
and so suddenly out of time,
discarded at the gates
of a last-century neutral zone,
left as unicorn,
imaginary and pure,
somehow worth less than the price
of admission to a festival,

but this isn't God's will...
~

People who really know me ask, “Do you still write?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, “I’ve never been more inventive or less relevant.”