when

when will it be understood
that doing bad is NOT doing good.
that being kind is not being weak,
that a strong heart and mind
does not make one meek.
that true power and strength
are born of benevolence.
that being cruel and nasty
just does not make sense!!!!

bullies

to all the oppressed,
unloved and unwanted,
the ones misunderstood,
ignored or viciously taunted.
it is not your fault,
the blame falls on the cruel,
whose own endless self loathing
is their only tool.
hold up all your heads,
walk away from the dirt,
the nasties have to look
in their own inner mirrors.
and that must really hurt.

i stepped out

i stepped out into the air outside,
to take a deep breathe,
to find a place to hide.
the air surrounded me,
filling my chest.
the feeling of alive
took over all the unrest

trussed

Without trust
a relationship
Is basically a farce
Whatever roots there are
Are basically, sparse
Suspicions dormant
As they sometimes
Play dead
Just takes one wrong turn
For them to rear their
Ugly heads
With ground so shaky
There is no one place
To stand
as the earth collapses under
all slips out of one’s hand

life is

life is a gift that we are given,
why are some people so cruelty driven?
we are here to enjoy and revel,
not emulate the workings of the devil.
kindness, compassion, giving, and caring
that is what life is about, is anyone daring?

being me is not

Being me is not
exactly fun and games
I do not point the finger
nor place the blame
But this life of mine
Has been a leaden weight
Too heavy to lug alone
With such an unsteady gait
Do not want to be bitter
That accomplishes naught
I would much rather fritter
With what I have been taught

i walked

I walked the streets
So quiet and still
I was looking for something
Maybe just a pill
As I turned the corner
I spun around and saw
Everyone looking back
Then closing their doors
The sidewalks silent
As stray papers flew by
In my private caper
I started to cry