Total ease,
and complete trust,
Time circled and raced,
And the madness of the world silenced.

It was as if I was talking
to a reflection of my soul,
You have integrity and belief,
and you stand for what you believe in.

Love is what I see in your soul,
This world is filled with too much fire and noise,
hollow words and rage,
and negative vibes run amok on the stage.

Good people like you
are the antidote to all this paranoia,
What we had yesterday was serenity,
Respect and sincerity.

So many people are ill,
angry,
and never satisfied
despite having money and status.

Friendship and Trust,
Unity and Hope
are more precious
than the cold allure of gold.

A rose by any other name,
To me that's what you are.
There is a beauty to you and all that is,
But as with all roses.
Your thorns protect your glowing glare,
There to ***** the fingers of whom don't belong.
I've been close enough to survive the ******,
With bleeding finger tips.
From where my blood doth flow,
But the blood is worth the ******.
For such a roses glow.

In the end the only thing that remains are my words,
With or without my inclusion they remain.
Like unmanned scenery in a déjà vu setting,
Born out of whatever emotion begetting.
They are the forefront to my shadowed eyes,
The sword that pierces the veil on my hidden thoughts.
Words only words,
Remain.

I'm Never Alone

I'm never alone, there's always someone there
To walk with, to talk to, to breathe the same air

In town or in country, I'm in good company
Because I always, bring along me

I always see me!  Wherever I go
I'm not on my own, there's someone I know

He's never a bore, though sometimes a chore
Can talk up a tempest, can talk up a storm

Once in a while, he may disappear
But then in a moment, he will reappear

Sometimes he gives me, such a fright,
When I wake up, in the middle of the night

It may take a moment,  a moment or two
Before he awakes, and I'm wondering: “Who

It is in my bed, all by himself
Grasping and searching, for his lifebelt

Those moments are rare, when there's nobody there
To walk with, to talk to, to breathe the same air

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 26 2015

There is good and bad in every individual walking the earth, Race and and location does not define one's own worth

to those of yours
who’ve died
I give
my prayer
of being better
in one-on-one
situations.  if god is god,

let me become
the woman
I got
the idea
from.