is it in human nature
or is it a social norm
to be soo afraid of the truth
that we accept the silver
linings of the authority

brown sweet eyes, curly hair slightly rough
firm light brown skin  
faint smell of cigarette smoke
mixed with little musky smell
of sweat
and a taste of slightly sour and sweet
lips
it was years ago but I still remember

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

I shed a tear for you yesterday
as I recall when I walked past you,
I saw you needed something
but too scared to ask
maybe because of the way
the world treated you
or by how I looked confident and
happy
you have adapted to the coarse
settings you sit in that I nearly
did not see you
my partner dropped a dollar and I never
seen a face lit so bright
and I felt a strong guilt within me because
you are so content with such a simple gift
and whole my life I wanted more
I just want to say that I do hope you a fine
wherever you are and inspire others as well
to be thankful with what they have

swiftly and odorless
shifty and colorless
brainless and deadly
useless and unthrifty
conquer for extinction

emotionally out of control
holding on to memories
that are too fragile to exist
reaching out to nothingness
and hoping someday will
grasp something solid
that can fill this void of
emptiness

darkness and pain
bleakness bearing reign
smell of lost hopes
sorrow and mopes
yet you braved
mend and saved
lives

aging by seconds
learning by minutes
familiarize in hours
grow in days
smart in weeks
old by months
prosper by years
yet
ages to fall in love

you are not safe
no you never have been
vultures and wolves
are in camouflages
unknowingly you invite them
as friends
spilling your inner self, trusting and
believing
while they eat you when your back is turned

living for me is just a reminder
of all the possibilities you could have
achieved
and the painful burden I carry
in remembering you

singled out
for being
who you are

it was never about
what you done

singled out  
for wanting
to live

gentle breezes slightly patting my cheeks
the smell of dew after the rain
slight grip of little fingers on my hand
running barefoot on the sand
kind smiles of a stranger
drip drops on the roof
yapping puppies greeting you
a loving partner that struggles with you
  a living God that watches over you

electrical pulses
soaring in places
you touched
please stop or
I will  burst

voices in my head
urging me to let go
keep pushing and pulling
to be in control

I switch them off
to remind them who's
in control