I missed you
When I swerved;
Next time
I won't.

You gave me a shirt,
Old and tattered…
Once a favorite of yours.
Holes in places, faded all over;
Words under a cup stating
"Half full".
It was so ironic,
And it made me laugh;
I guess that's all it takes.
I was low, and you were generous,
And that half-empty glass
Would have taunted me
Had it not been for the words
Reminding me otherwise.
That Life is Good shirt
Will never leave me.
lmt

Somewhere between

Everything and nothing
Everywhere and nowhere
Presence and absence
Life and death
Light and dark
Peace and war
Thoughts and actions
Zero and Infinity

Lies
My heart!!!
Doing something
Lying somewhere
Physically present
Mentally absent
Living to die
And
Dying to live
Searching for the sun
Thinking to act
Counting the finite in the infinity!!!

And
I
Am
A
Bundle
Of
Contradictions!!!!

Do you know that saying that goes:
"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me?"
Of course you do -
everyone does.
Well, as far as I can tell,
poets feel the opposite.

I’m sick of this
melancholy
genocide
****
deforestation
feeling like I could
do something about it
terrorism
fascism
despotism
when I’m just a man
halfway around the world
Ferguson
police abuse
riots
and feeling alone
in a world full of people
racism
sexism
income gap
crises just replace each other
like a revolving door
did you know Manson’s still alive
dreaming of Helter Skelter?
crusade
slavery
apartheid
I am so sick of it!
if I just go back
to living my life
and forget about it
ignorance
apathy
privilege
would anyone really
be hurt or even care?
……
NO
No
no
this is not me
I am melancholic
because of this world
but I can do something
because this world exists
and this world matters
I am small here
but I exist
and I matter
so I can do something
even if it’s
insignificant
I swear
I
can
do
something

He is running for me
While I'm chasing you
I'll give him a chance
He does what you don't do.

Irony comes by
I saw him today with a big smile
And he remind me
That the way he looks at me
Is the way I used to look at you.
Inexplainable bright that shines
From his blue sea eyes  
He kisses me and he loves me too.

He is running for me
And I am chasing you,
I'll give him a chance
He likes me the way I like you
He likes me not like you

The ivy climbs high,
It reaches out-
Limitless.

Unashamedly,
Thriving off the life of its host,
Who is just as blind.

Lovers compare its growth,
To their emotions-
Limitless.

Irony.
What thrives so well,
Eventually kills its host,
Who is just as blind.