There are things about me
that nobody knows.
Which can't be said
through a poem or a prose.

The wars I have fought
and the ones I still fight
behind these walls
never see the light.

I have lost my life
many a time
and have been brought back
through reason and rhyme.

It is cold and harsh
in the battlefield.
Words are my weapons
and my shield.

Everyday is a battle
behind these walls.
Silence is the response
to my cries and calls.

I am lonely
and I am scared.
I remind myself that
nobody cared.

The trick is not
to let anyone know.
To hide your emotions.
Don't let them show.

It hurts so much.
But I am brave
and I remind myself
love is all I crave.

Yet, it never ends,
the war behind these walls.
Not unless, of course,
one of us falls.

The wounds and scars,
they never heal.
Misery is all
I ever feel.

It tears me down,
part by part
until there's nothing left
of my weary heart.

It shatters my spirit
but no one shall know.
The war behind these walls
shall never show.

Love
is a beauteous thing
It overcomes evil
It forgives all sin

Man
cleaves to women
together
they embrace the end

Death
is an open door
step within
for truth and more

Time
is a fickle thing
it will run out
while your still standing

Love
is a beauteous thing
It destroys all evil
it cleans all sin

And love
I say again
overcomes all
there at the end

Love not those
with shifty eyes
nor those
who utter lies.

Love not those
in disguise
nor those
who chastise.

Never love those
with a crooked smile
nor those whose heart
is a barren isle.

Never love those
who overlook your cries
nor those
who pretend they're wise.

Instead, love those
who put you first
and those who quench
your undying thirst.

Love those who
correct your mistakes
and those who mend
the words they break.

Always love those
who see the real you,
who not only hear
but listen too.

Always love those
who love you right
for they are the ones
who are worth a fight.

Bring me a rope
and tie a noose.
From the high ceiling
hang it loose.

Grasp the loop,
stand 'top a chair.
Throw it around
my neck if you dare.

I close my eyes
and say a prayer.
One final push,
I hang in the air.

The noose tightens,
stopping my breath
as I fall into
the arms of Death.

Never trust a white man,
Never **** a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
Don't enlist in armies;
Nor marry many wives;
Never write for magazines;
Never scratch your hives.
Always put paper on the seat,
Don't believe in wars,
Keep yourself both clean and neat,
Never marry ******.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you'll sleep on straw.
All your friends will leave you
All your friends will die
So lead a clean and wholesome life
And join them in the sky.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

She wished his company,
admiring from far,
while leaving the door
to her heart ajar.

She wished to hear
the words he spoke
as she glanced at him,
that mysterious bloke.

She wished to walk,
matching his stride,
while in her mind,
her thoughts she did hide.

She wished for a friend,
for someone like him,
who was not fickle,
who didn't change by the whim.

The boon was granted
and he walked in.
Her heart, her mind,
her all he did win

He made her grateful
for the wish she wished
as by fate and by luck
she had been kissed.