She speaks
Though without words
Her expression says it all

She speaks
Though without words
Her hands do the talking for her

Why was she born this way
Mute
Meek
Without a word to say

The world shuns her
turns her away
All because of what she can not say

Is there not someone with a loving heart
Is there not someone who cares
Or will they all just stop and stare
At this woman without a voice

She wants to speak
She wants to convey how she feels
She wants to love
As well as be loved
Instead of seen as a voiceless freak

She cries when no one is watching
For to let the world see her cry
Would be letting the world win
That she can not let happen

She is strong
Despite the pain
She carries on

She feels no shame
She was just born this way
She prays for those who mock her
Hoping they see the light some day

It is but new words
for resonant songs:
in languages tuned
from old notes.
Imaginations are
rearranged to yield
greater and deeper
human insights,
framed in a
variety of forms.
Truth to  Sincerity
is all.

Nothing in literature
can be compared
to poetry, other
than Beauty.
For, in a word,
Poetry is Perfection.

Tobias.

Your raw material is Humanity:
You ponder - you produce.
You make things beautiful,
You make beautiful things.
You allow them space,
set them in their place,
to be themselves:
Herself – Himself.
This is The Way
The Way to Love.

Tobias

Why promise the stars and moon
You can't even give your time?
Why promise never to forget
You can't even remember a date?
Why promise to last forever
When it's hard to last even a day?

Don't make your love
Sound like so grand
When you can't offer
Your heart and mind

Why let us needlessly cling on
And in the end
Makes it harder for us to move on?