Although bit by the scorn of deception
My ears await the truth
Spewed from lying tongues

A gray day – cool, frost will come tonight.
And in the coolness they arrange the scene,
Just so during the waning light of day.

A scene of Christmastime, wreaths and lights
Adorn the doors and window frames.
Wealth and solidarity, joy and love I see in them.

They pose now before their work.
The camera snaps,
Their well-being so obviously displayed.

In the future they will go each by each,
Yet bound by such events
A family they will forever be.

Of that family I so record
In these observations from afar.
Now pray a grace protects them from the likes of me.

The same reason
you try and stop my mixing
My internal interracial *******
*** combustion engine
Our world we all have come from
cowardly exploited
Too busy trapped in the decaying residue
of white supremacy

Would you give me a chance, if I asked?
I’m not begging, I’m not making a scene
All I ask is a simple yes or no from you
If only you could see how much this means
I think you’d understand things a bit better
Maybe then, you’d open yourself up to me

I know it’s hard, after all you’ve been through
But know this much, I would never hurt you
I’m too scared, too shy and just not that type
I think the world of you, my heart races for you
You give me something to look forward too
All my worries are gone, when you’re near me

To have you by me everyday, would mean the world
Let me know that this is something you feel, as well
Please don’t hold back the feelings, I need to know
I have to try and move on, if this wasn’t meant to be
You’re so beautiful, I want you so bad, it’s easy to see
But if it’s isn’t meant to be, then friends we’ll always be

Inspired by; Jennifer Lilliston Walker

I take a look outside.. into emptiness... I found it somehow the same!  Endless and vacant, like the echo of my name; a memory perhaps, fading into flame; unlike these everlasting-monuments of sorrow; that may by time last, just as long as would last tomorrow, they too... But there's nothing to hold within.
You can see right through the cracked windows into my soul... Should you take a look.
I admit; my life isn't exactly what I would call an open book... And i admit; nothing is the same, after all that you took... Its all the same, yet, and regardless!
Regardless the charades, and all... Regardless; all that might once have been.
Here, the terrain is rigid and uneventful...Try piercing through, instead, of slicing my skin, or pealing it off!
Try.. go ahead! You wont die... At least; I take my time.
I am interested, of course, in what's beneath.
These casual chords and ravaging teeth. I want to... See you naked; so here i am, half the man i used to be; before your gentle, weary eyes...
I have no interest in theatrics and special effects; for i can see the blood on your hands; and on mine albeit the same... Regardless the deaths... The pains... The elegies... The memories... Regardless the instantaneous corpses and dead beat, put aside the numbness of some sort, that I sense... I feel; at least to a point; a few aspects of affection often taken for granted, would pay off too.
I've always had one mask on... Maybe its time I took it off!

A.r. Bazian
*Written in 2010

I bumped into you the other day
I still think I truly love you
I thought the pain had gone away
But I guess for my heart that's not true

I have been with other guys since we've been apart
But none of them seem to be like you
We wanted the same things but then our river started to part
And sometimes a river stays sliced in two

Do you remember the tears left on my face?
Do you remember all the broken promises we made?
I try to hide it well behind this facade, certain I left no trace
But I guess everything has an end, even a masquerade

I don't know why I started to cry over you, is it maybe moving to Paris?
Or maybe I just have so much yet to discover about who you are
Maybe you're the brightest star, possibly my Polaris
All I know is now you are just a memoir

These mixed feelings seem to get the best of me
But I know apart is when we are best
You were a challenge that astonished me
I've overcome the urge to pass the test

To love is not the same as to be in love
That's a lesson we have all learned over time
I guess it's safe to say none of us were "in love" but more like for a moment we were each other's behove
At least we didn't leave it on a note people could find begrime