Hope for Humanity

I have such hope
that one day we'll pick up these pieces
and put them together
the way they're supposed to go together.
Humanity,
Love,
and
Freedom.
Peace,
Experience,
and
Existence.

This life

I am consigned to this hell
Where the only person
Who accepts me for who I am
Is me.
I lose hope.
My dreams are dashed.
I resign to being solo
Forever.
Yet that light part of me
Deep down inside me
Can't conform.
It brightens,
Eventually;

And leaves me in hope--
Just enough to prompt me to action!--
I start anew
I do not give up
But keep moving forward.
"You can't take me!" I say,
"You can't make me believe that I must act my part or kick against the pricks!"
I will not give in.
I tell myself that eventually,
All of this will disappear,
All of this will be a joke I tell,
About how desperate and lonely I once was;
All of this will not haunt me,
But 99 years led me here.
It is hard to fight that lonely battle
Searching
Endlessly
For someone
who believes
In me;
Other than myself.

Oh My Old Venerated Friend

Oh My Old Venerated Friend

My friend,
Do not force these words;
I cannot tell you,
I do not want to injure you--
--And they are sharp.

But for what you say, you speak nothings.
You say, "I care not what people think,"
and yet you ask that they share their beliefs.
You preach, "Everyone should be open and free,"
but you get offended by those who choose bondage and close mindedness.

You care what people think of you

 as much as you care that they think of you.
You spew your opinions in hopes that they care
or that you can convince them to join you.
But as you do, you alienate them
and they run from you.

I respect you, but I disagree with you,
in fact, I think you disrespect me at times in this.
Even still: You are my friend.

I do care what people think.
Not always what they think about me,
but what they are thinking about.
And you,
your biggest flaw is
that you don't listen to the beating of the water in the trees around you,
Which you could hear, if only you were quiet.

What you seek, "To know what is in peoples' souls,"
that comes only by first listening.
Second, you must understand.
And to understand, you must know what people think,
what they care about, what they believe in.
You must know from what road they have traveled,
and what they think of you.
Can they trust you? Should they trust you with their secrets?

What is in a person's soul is most sacred,
it is that which Is.
How can you understand another's soul if you do not know you own?
You do not know this;
Don't speak,
Listen.
Then Understand.

As time went on

As time went on

We left the establishment
I held the door
She looked at me
but didn't say anymore.




Silence


I asked the questions
the generic and bland
when it came time to depart
I didn't even extend my hand.

"I'll see you around."
But I really won't
I wish I could say I'd want to
but I really don't.

DayBreak

Daybreak

The white lake.
Sandy beaches, a cool breeze,
and everything is the same throughout--
--except for the houses,
they're shades of pastel blue,
green, white and grey, just not brown or black.

So mediocre!
They named the place Oqurrih.

The drama is here though.
Behind the smiles of walking
couples. The mothers pushing
strollers, and the joggers with
ear buds.

They're trapped in this world;
forced to maintain an image,
conform and keep up.
What secrets do they hide,
One wonders?