Silhouettes stood dark and tall,
I should have shut up once and for all.

My mouth was sealed,
no words were said.
When spoken, they were
empty words that went unheard.

Age divided us.
For this, I was mocked.
My tongue was sharp
so, I was flogged.

I saw you live your dream
all the time.
I saw the importance,
but what about mine?

I saw people,
I saw joy,
I saw children play with toys.

I wished for space,
far from there.
I wished for miles
as far as light years.

But I still asked myself,
"Why was I there?"

His hands linger,
caressing her thighs
and with hopeful eyes,
he recites Shakespearean rhymes.

What could have been more romantic?
What could have been more tragic?

His recital is like a symphony to a stoic audience.
Unfruitful is his performance,
unattainable is her heart.

Why are people afraid of me?
I am simply an ideology.
Why do people feel ashamed of me?
I am simply a human being.

We cannot all think the same,
yet people 'promote diversity'.
We cannot think the same,
so  there lies the hypocrisy.

Amidst their disguises of compassion,
there is a dangerous distraction.
If they truly encouraged love,
then they would not promote destruction.

A looks different from b,
in todays world, that is an abomination.
B thinks differently from c,
in todays world, that is an invasion.

It is also as if people want to rewind time
and stop at segregation.
Like a pervasive virus,
there is more and more division.

We cannot rewrite history, but we relive it.
We can change the future by solving the present.

How did you get here?
Where did you come from?

Questions plague your mind
as you try to disentangle weeds
and traverse through the forest.

Calmly, you travel ,
trying to unravel
this puzzle.

Something lurks in this
dark and eerie forest.
You can’t see it.
but you can feel it.

Out of the darkness,
beauty emerges.
A man of mystery
walks to you and
places your hands in his.

Instantly, you are pulled to him,
like a moth to a flame.
This man has aroused passion in you.
But who is he?
You have met him before.

Entranced by his presence,
you lean into him,
trying to cling to his essence.

But no matter how hard you cling,
there is a barrier.
There is a fire in you,
a fire to discover this mystery.

But the barrier persists.
he insists that there must be a barrier.
He holds on to you
in the darkness of the forest.

He is hidden by the shadows
but you still cling to his darkness.

Like an addict,
you depend on him,
on his darkness.

You wake up full of questions,
missing the being,
missing the connection.

As late as the hour is,
I am compelled to express on paper,
what I struggle to speak to others.

You are a risk that I have chosen to take.
I cannot hold your hand or feel your presence,
but, I have chosen to slowly break my barriers
and learn how to trust again.

I hope for our success,
not another load of unrest,
or you , left feeling upset.

We might not end up being soulmates
or even romantically involved.
But whilst we communicate,
our honesty is enough to open pathways
into something breathtaking.

However, there is a darkness that hides
behind my poetic lines.
This darkness is an uncertainty,
an unpredictability.
It has the ability to leave one
feeling like a casualty.

Amidst this truth,
I can only hope
that this is not another mistake waiting to happen,
another event to add to the pattern.

I admire your gentleness,
I admire how you try to soothe my doubts.
However, this uncertainty will always linger,
hopefully it will not lead us to an inevitable failure.

I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet

Under the darkened sky , we walk .
Flapping of feathery wings , birds flock .
On the almost black pavement , words
deteriorate as they are spoken .
People . People are always rushing somewhere
not wanting to get frozen by the frosty cold air.

The last piece of beauty awaits its time,
hiding behind the ominous clouds .
Its almost midnight , the hour will soon chime .
Amidst constant appointments ,
deadlines and anniversaries,
I'm just admiring the  earth and its mysteries .
I am acquainted with  nightfall and its miracles ,
familiar  with its unbelievable oracles .