The words
You wrap
Around
Your hurt
Are heavy,
Offered quickly
And retracted,
Before the hurt
Itself
Emerges.
And I hear
What’s said
And feel
What
Isn’t.
And the walls
Are slow
To yield.

No beginning,
No end,
Empty pages,
No story.
31/7/2023

What does one do, and how does it go
When they fall in love with a man
….
Named Waldo?
Is it appropriate to say
“Mister, the name is a no no?
Can I call you James, instead
Or maybe Paul or Joe
Or Ted?  
Maybe I can even agree
To call you by the name Wally
Waldo was an ok name
Until they came up with a find that boy game

When everything is a war
Does it lose the meaning of actions?
Satisfaction at the cost of reaction
Bleak and tragic
Our history comes with no magic
For we will always make factions
The cost of our freedom
Is that we **** and delete them
The other, the bother, the estranged brother
You're not fighting to be free
You'd be free if you were able to disagree

I will never be enough for you
I can try everything
It still won’t be enough
              Never enough
               Never enough
I will try and fill my days with
                 Happiness
Whether I change my clothes
My hair, my makeup
It won’t matter
You will never see me
You don’t want to
Near or far
I will never be enough
         For you
It hurts so much
Knowing your out there
            Somewhere
I will never be enough
            never enough
If I change my clothes,
My hair,   my makeup
I still will never be enough
           Never enough

Promise me a day
Time in its opulence
Merit a tow to know may
Ask me when the rain is silent

Finishing a step, forward
Turn and see the call, to erudite calm
Become my poem, my retort
To liberty so avid, some would say all...

Light's and harmony
Stoic to a fault, in the name of presence
For an unknown side of stranger levity
With the evidence of a bright mind living for airing ends

Patience audacity
The tone of my voice, is our self in love
Seeing nothing more, the court of nativity
For a risen deed, of beauty and heed; a covenant...

Where am l?
What happened here?

Are we still free?
Do we write poetry?

Are hearts still broken?
Have we resolved confusion?

Are friends still apart?
Is hope an illusion?

Are memories pestering?
Is loneliness still bitter?

Are souls escaping?
Do visions still jitter?

What happened here?
Do we still write poetry?