A wall unseen.  
Created by perception
What we are told to believe.
No crossing, no climbing.
People on both sides reinforcing its existence.
Without concern for those crossing back and forth.
A wall created to keep in
Keep out.
Perceptions on both sides different
But the same.
For happiness cannot exist on the other side.
Or if so, it is not visible.
Condemned, those people crossing
In their search to find their own way.
Leaving loved ones behind.
A door closed
In one's search for self.
Many falling away.
Perceptions killing selves
Because so many need reassurance.
Until life is valued
And it is enough just to be.

Blood letting sensed.
The easy pursuit.
Belittling, lifting so many upwards.
Existence dependent upon another's fall.
Swarming, finding strength in numbers.  
A lack of self-esteem hidden.  
Can they stand alone?
A life of judgment, having been judged
Becoming what they feared, hated.
Easier to yell than explore
The purpose behind the words.
Turning on each other if potential is seen.
Jealousy, vindictiveness, atrocities committed
When the fragility of humanity is ignored.
Life so precious minimized.
To overlook what makes one human,
Denying their own innocence.
Other lives so meaningless,
Reflecting their perception
Of their own.
Know yourself.
Shouting,
Communication broken in anger,
Forsaking the opportunity to help,
Yelling feeds screaming.
When calming words might talk one down.
I can't go
Won't follow you there.  
Tired, exhausted, head spinning because of the arguing.
Nauseating.
I don't care, don't hear the negativity.  
My existence isn't dependent on yours,
But I want you here.
Here. Hear.
Just stay.  Please stay.

I'm not ***, but perhaps how you see me
Is how you see you.
Your judgment illustrating
Where your mind likes to travel.
I find laughter from your words,
No matter how harsh.
Everything *** encompassing you.
Your world revolving around One thing you do.
Introductions unnecessary
Because all I hear
Is that everyone's ***.
Why have a name or any purpose in life.
You're entire identity is raunchy.
The door to your bedroom worthless.
Privacy just a word.
We're all born.
We all die.
And we're all ***.
But if every thought
And all creation is ***,
What is our Creator?

Billions of trees in the breeze.
Certain of where the leaves are going.
Too proud to reconsider, to observe.
They truly believe and know
What they cannot see.
And so they boast of a process they feed
And flaws within
Are directed at others that won't
Contribute to misinformation.
The ones seeking truths get trampled
By those drunk on lies.
Because reality is too far away
They don't want to know.
Until reality hits them
And they claim innocence through ignorance.
But ignorance they loved, craved, desired.
The easiest path failed them.
Five leaves might not float away at all.
But stubborn, determined.
The trees can't perceive the leaves
Didn't reach a beautiful, faraway destination.
A place they can't see nor reach.
Within them the process is perfection.
No need to improve nor reexamine.
They will never know nor accept better.
For what is already perceived as perfect
Will never truly achieve perfection.
Weighed down by blind resistance
Progress is smothered, delayed.
And accepting the flaws within must be realized
Before the system might be improved.
Or perhaps all that is needed
Is the belief that a better, undiscovered process
Might exist.
Perhaps after landing on earth a better reality might be perceived, received?

They define me with one word, so simple
Because of ignorance or laziness.
Or do they define themselves in so doing.
If I be only "gay" are they entirely "***"
Only ***?
Do they see no other attributes?
They claim to worship the creator in one breathe,
But deny the wisdom produced by the brain created in every other.
They insult the very concept in the process.
Would our creator be so simple
Or would He prefer to observe the larger picture?
Would He judge based on who I am or what I do?
Whispers reflect those things frowned on, different.
Pretending it does not exist only eliminates it in the mind, but not in reality.
Deny for confusion, disgust, uncertainty, fear
Or should they fear their own actions?
The reality denied in a world created.
Because if it is real, then God most certainly created it.

There was once a relationship
A first of such for me.
Both of us blindly searching,
Navigating the unchartered,
But ***, deception, drugs, and fear
Destroyed what might have been.
Both parties guilty to some extent.
Each trampling the other.
Spiraling downward.
To stop and step away, observe,
One could only see disaster
And hope that friendship, at least,
Could be preserved.
But reality, truth always surfaces.
And the person so many people love
Never shows himself to me.
The good friend.
Only his shadow.
When lusting for ***,
Only then is an approach attempted.
And despite repeated refusals to entertain,
The light, wonderful side is never presented.
A regular reminder of the object I was to you.
Long separated, you request a final experience.
Without reserve, a casual request
In your mind.
As though I should be obligated.
Desperate for closure, seeking one night of ***.
A meaningless experience providing no solution.
What a fool I'd be to add one more night
To two years already wasted.
Naive to believe friendship
Could ever be achieved,
When history has proven that our presence
In each others lives only produced destruction.
Any pleasant memories fading,
And regular ****** advances
Push them further away.
Replaced by a desire to remove you
From my life permanently.
For the privilege of your friendship
Isn't worth the consequences.
You show yourself
When you ask me to sacrifice
My happiness and closure for your own.
Yet in truth, we both know you'd find
Some other way to play the victim.
At least until you discover closure
Is within you alone, and not me.

You found yourself against the current.
The barriers of condemnation broken.
What seemed insurmountable, with age,
Became simply passable.
The journey to find one's self
Should be the shortest
In route to discovering what they can do.
Others similar that exist,
Always having known them self,
Despite infinite requests to conform.
Born with the determination, strength
To endure perhaps.
Unlike them I shaped myself into a lie.
For if I exist, then I was created,
And who was I to think I or society
Should bury or distort what was created?
Shaped into something I wasn't, unreal.
Time was wasted to fit into a system
A system that doesn't work.
A system where life has little meaning.
Fixated on the after life, death, and material,
Creation is under appreciated.
My greatest peace is found
When time is disregarded
And my focus directed
On the things that can't be taken away.