One, two, three
What the **** is wrong with me

Four, five, six
I think my mind is kinda sick

Seven, eight, nine
Pretending that it will be just fine

Ten, eleven, twelve
Into my past, please dare not delve

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
My life's obscene

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
A ******* crime scene

Nineteen, twenty,
On the ground my blood is plenty

To judge another is really not your place
You never know how it feels unless you live inside their space
But maybe your just stupid, ignorant, or dumb
Please enlighten me tell me which one

In times of despair,
I couldn’t get out of my mind,
I couldn’t collect my thoughts,
I couldn’t keep track of time,
I couldn’t spare the memories and the good times.

So much happiness around me
Yet I solely focused on the scoop.
The stories of others being told.
Where they lies,
Or where they truths?
Where we focused on them,
Or where we making up stories
To satisfy our youth?
The youth that failed to show us
That what you say,
says nothing about them,
and everything about you.

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From What I tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I knew enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

እሳትና በረዶ

‹‹ይህች ዓለም
በሳት ትጠፋለች!››
ይላሉ አንዳንዶች
‹‹በበረዶ!›› ሌሎች፡፡
ፍላጎቴን በምኞት ሚዛን
እንደፈተሽኩት
እሳት ከሚሉት ጎራ ነው ያለሁት!
መጥፋት ካለብኝ ግን ዳግም
ለውድመት በረዶም
እንዳለው ትልቅ ጉልበት፣
እንዲሁም ተመጣጣኝነት፣
ከምሬት ፣በስፋት፣
አግኝቼአለሁ ትምህርት!
(ሮበርት ፍሮስት) //

Another hobby has been destroyed
    By my lover, my wife, my best friend
    I won't be annoyed.

I decided to read and watch a number of works
    but have been made to feel guilty, I hate that
    and it completely *****.

We only can talk for a few minutes each day
    Then it's time for the national news, I am hanging up
    I hear her say.

Over half my salary gets transferred to that bank
    My emotional energy stands up in our talks every day
    Then the proverbial rug, out from under me is yanked.

I am accused so often having made a big choice,
    In the past and now -- in the future
    That is what ends our conversations, silences my voice

Why continue? Promises are made to me of a "for all time".
    Pain and suffering are projected back at me,
    How can I live like this, how can she? The fault is all mine.

Earlier in life, I never spoke. I dared not reveal,
    To friend or acuqaintance, distant orclose.
    My pain inside, how everything made me feel

So with this last long relationship, right from the start
    I explained how I felt each step of the way
    I poured forth a flow of words from my heart.

Now I do hear, that the novels, and movies, and author I chose
    Makes me feel guilty, and I hate the, "SOUND FAMILIAR????"
    So the videos can stay off, and each book I must close.

Is this what my life is, and how it will end?
    Confusion and heart pain, they happen each day.
    Using technology or words and sight our feelings we send.

What am I doing tonight, this weekend, for all of each day?
    see you later, is what she will say, See you tomorrow,
    You Love me in your own special way.

I guess

mgm 1/22/2016

I cannot judge anyone

I cannot say,
you are right,
you are wrong

Unless you hurt someone

The mirror of life
shows me my failings,
as there is no safe harbor;
I no longer wish upon it;
I only ask for forgiveness

I will not tell you how to be a man,
or what it is to be a woman;
these things are not why I live;

I will not tell you how to worship,
or what to believe
these things I do not know

I read the words about peace
and love
and planks in my own eye
and then I know

For whatever man may be different,
and whatever woman may be different,
is no longer my concern

What would you say,
when the one you thought was evil,
weeps and cannot sleep at night;
and the one you thought was good,
smiles and sleeps even during war?

Would you ask them what made them that way?

I do not know who was sent to us

I do not know who confuses us

But when a man kneels,
and is kind,
and is a peacemaker,
and is a lover of all that we are,
then I want to know that man

No matter who he is

No matter his race

No matter his belief

No matter who he loves

Because that man is a better man than me

It doesn't matter what I write
This all lives inside me still
Waiting around to strike

I think I've lost before I start
I think I've failed before I've tried
I think it's over before it could ever begin
I am my own worst nightmare

The music I've held so dear to my soul
Should shed light on what I feel
Do you give it a chance
Do you give me a chance
Before you cast you stones and cast your judgements on me

I think I'm fat when I starve
I think I'm ***** when I'm clean
I think that, I'm sure that you could never want me
I am my own misery

The fires I'm watching, so close in sight
Could burn even our sun
Could you come closer, ***
Oh, will you stay with me
This time I meant everything I said, I promise

I think that I'm worthless
I think I'm a prize
I think that I'm clueless
I think that I'm bright
I live in the darkness
But I hold the light
I could get out but there's nothing for me
At least in the cold I have myself

I am neither black or white
I am not taking sides
I am both
I will listen to your woes
I am not a judge
On who's right or not
It's not in my hands
So, don't try to win me
I will never be
A black for you
Or a white for him

I am gray.