In a world
Where color is non-existant
And people are long gone,
There is a man.

He may not be old,
But he is wise
For he saw the end of a world
Of chaos,
And the birth of an Era of silence.
He being the only exception.

For him very day is the same.
A walk along the beach,
Unable to enjoy the colors.
Intent staring at a box of crayons,
As he tries to distinguish a difference
Between violet and purple.

Color,
Like man,
Has been extinct for decades now.
And the world is submerged in a sea of
Black and white.

skin type is what you know best
its in your search kit
one of the very first ticks

too old too young too pale
too black too white too green
too grey too ill.

We were so compatible
That even when we parted
It was honorable
We smiled, hugged and kissed goodbye
Because in it lay our happiness

Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,

Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.

You could die today or tomorrow.
The chance is real no matter the sorrow.
Have you given out to the point of peace,
Knowing very well your own life will cease?
Your eyes that read and ears that listen
Will one day have fulfilled their mission.
But you don't know that hour or time.
All you know is that you cannot rewind.
The freedom is in what you say and do
Inside this moment that forever is new.
Your breath is running out, so don't be shy.
Love people, for that is what never runs dry.