J. Edgar
You were a great men
Even the rest did not appreciate
You
There are some like me
Who appreciate your deeds
Your help with society
J. Edgar
Even though I don’t know you
I know we are similar
In mind and spirit!  
As well other people
Who go misunderstood

What should I do for the rest of the year:
mentioning your name to the fullest
then retreat
no letting bygones be bygones
for a while. fifteen days.
Living the memory
You.
I'm still honest thief
Time.
I adore YOU
(Untold)

i’ve done it again -
i know not why.
with tethered wings,
i sought to fly:
my feathers dye crimson
in the grips of disquiet;
a sworn enemy now,
though once an ally.

i fight the urge
to be myself.
yet, sometimes -
i get overwhelmed
by a sense of futility,
so strong, and lovely;
i’d trade the world for,
and all its wealth.

i hurdle through life
with a beacon un-flamed -
a blackbird through seasons,
with a spirit untamed.
i urge for someone to
light the load,
so i may sew - the
verses i maimed.

and though i’m weary -
but not for worse;
i must prepare to die again.
tonight, i chase the truth -
for tomorrow -
i must lie again.

Who i face in the mirror
Isn’t me in your eyes
When i glimpse at myself
I see a sight to despise
A wide filthy monster
Skin pasty and pale
Self-deprecation is a sure thing i’ll never fail
Cracked, bleeding lips
knotted and mangled hair
There is not much to adore
No point in taking care
I compare myself, observe
Can’t help but stare
I desire a body
You’ll genuinely love bare

Once, a poet told me a story
about a charming girl
who received compliments from everyone,
But one day, her cousin arrived
someone even more beautiful.
The girl’s beauty faded into the shadows.
She grew despondent.
Her mother told her,
“When sadness visits you, sing.”

Kurt Godel was not entirely right so it is with Alan Turing to prove them wrong will be a big step forwards

lovv respect trust is tip of iceberg things gett better  with these sort off things