Just love on display
Ever dismayed
Stripped ripped
Undone
Shunned

Love hidden in secret
Overcomes the violent
Vindicates the silent victim
Ends the torment within
So we can know freedom

Yes we all need to decide
On the path we'll abide
Until the love inside can live outside

What I long to be
Is just beyond reach of me
Because to be what I long to be
Would mean to lose my goal
Completely

To let go
Of what I know
I can achieve
Is to look in a mirror and say
I don't believe.

To walk this middle path
Between victory and art
Is a life half lived and never fulfilled.

There in your eyes,
Is a reflection of me.
And you stare at skies
Like your ma did the sea.

And you tell stories like nana
Without the pauses.
And cringe like my brah
When I clean your bruises.

You laugh like a man
And you smile like my dad.
I don't understand
How all they had,

Got into a heart
As small as yours ,
And still makes me start
Just because,

You have a spark.
That lights the dark
And reminds my heart
Of a work of art.

Red splashes and dark
Finger marks
Of someone
More than anyone,

More than you and I
More than this love of mine.

This poem leaves me torn.
Because I'm your father.
But you haven't been born.
But I'm full of fear.

That you'll never see my reflection
In your eyes.
So here's my reflection
On your life.

So you'll understand.
Before your life began.
I saw your reflection.
I saw your perfection.
And loved everything about you.
Through our fathers' eyes I know you'll know it's true.

There in the wreckage of me,
Where I hit the blood stained tree.
I breathed my last, You took my past.
My flesh died, but my spirit flew free.

I was walking one day and,

I felt it slip like a shadow between me and the ground
And it flips me off my feet and but i'm falling without a sound,
Or momentum or the hum of wind, just a shadow beneath and within.

I can't explain it in words, but it's the fear of failure
And the dark, and all unheard and stark and the masks whisper,
That I am nothing in a million eyes, and my disguise is known and paralyzed.

Remember to breathe.
Remember the bliss.
Remember others need you to get through this.
Know that your frail.
Know that you're scarred.
Know that doesn't stale who you are.

Walk on...

Words do not a writer make
Nor poems nouns or prose
But the heart that breaks for breaking sake
Beyond calling Rose a rose

It's not the nouns or adjectives
Or strings of sappy lines
It's seeing love where nothing lives
And seeing darkness shine

A writer sees beyond the words
But sees the great divide
Between what heart says and what is heard
Never satisfied

A writer does not fill the page
With words that others need
But the page the page is the stage
Where their emotion bleeds

Of the things I think a writer holds
You may disagree
But if your heart is moved to words so bold
A writer you may be

With three words we give our hearts away,
To people who hold it lighter than a word on the ear.
Lighter than a whisper.

With three words we give our lives away,
When people echo those three words strong and clear.
And hold each word dear.

With three words on one dark day,
We will give those lives away with words heavier than rain.
That fall in puddles on deaf ears.

With three words every day,
We will remember them with joy and pain.
Until they wake us with three words whispered in our ear.