Days when shyness pinned us to our own demons.
Seeing our hope listed under the removals, since then a woman has stood the trial.
Grey days were when inferiority packaged our existence, having no alliances.
The wise and old, all races…somehow all dream of a free country…
One embracing our intelligence first, ignoring what’s deemed sultry.
Acknowledge our sweet injection of love into everything we touch.
Giving the unmaterialistic treasures and giving birth to God’s beauty.
Pieces of His Majesty shining in our off-springs.
Grant us…allow us to defeat the injustice and constant beatings.
Give us a chance to not see the green-eyed monster, looking back in our reflection.
Allow us to smile without having a flood of tears drowning our stint of joy.
Allow our voices to drown the critics.
Deafen the whistles gasping at sights of beautiful skin.
We love the sight of harmony.
The feeling of understanding.
So long we’ve waited for complete freedom for the world’s life-bearers.
Warm nurtures, replicas of angels...
Fear the power they possess,
Well mannered and hardly careless.
No perfection but a journey to wholeness.
Greatness is forever in us.
See our worth not from what pleasures you had in mind.
Rather polish our worth with genuine words while appreciating our presence.
Women are sprinkled with only what we know and understand.
Morals, values and good characters.
Lovers of love and abundant givers love.

So many nights lying awake in bed, in my home but I am not even there.

I am always someplace else by myself, away from life's realities.

Respecting the quiet moments and writing down the thoughts inside my head.

That's happiness,
that's contentness for me.

No need for millions of dollars.
No need for unnecessary status symbol cars.
No need for a mansion to lay my head and call home.

What would be greater is if I could be who I am.

All I want from life is peace and quiet.
Alone time.
I adore being alone.
It's the only time I can be me.

Just give me my mind and a writing instrument.
That's when I am always perfectly fine.

I'm a hard working, very simple unmaterialistic man that appreciates simple things like peace and quiet and alone time.

Give me those two things and you can keep everything else.
The only person that can make you happy is you.

I've known that my entire life.
So, I don't like when I ignore myself.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock and then guess what?

It's all over.

Either wantingly or unwillingly, it ends.

Now you see it, now you don't.

It's like whack a mole.
One day you pop up out of bed and the next you don't.

Every choice that you make in this life is like russian roulette.

Your next choice could be your last.

So at least, choose to be you whether others like you or not.
Afford others the opportunity to remember you for whom you really are, good or bad.

I do this with my writing.
If I acted it out?
I'm a multi century dormant volcano.
I'm a vigorously shaken soda so,
let's just not go there.


So now anyway, it's time to rise up out of bed and go out into this strange world filled with strange people and be filled with anxiety and unhappiness.
[And yeah, I know that you think that I am the strange one and that's okay]

It is time to go mingle with others that do not understand you,
and strangers that you do not trust, even a little.

And let me tell you, wearing a half assed grin is quite tiresome and exhausting around others.

But alas, I'll just go through the motions until I get back home where I can happily be me once again.