my hands

you cannot speak for yourself,
this i can do,
so i choose to speak for you.
i understand where you have pain,
i have had my own,
and it is insane.
the rules are broken
or are unmade,
stand up, stand tall,
please do not fade.
although the light
seems not as bright,
you are not alone,
it will be alright.

there is no time

there is no time to negotiate
i have far too much on my plate
i have made a stand
my stand is firm
i am sorry if it
makes you squirm
but stand i still
and still i stand
this has gone on
far too long
and it is out of hand
the rest i guess
is up to you
and what it is
that you deem true

true

will you be my friend, will you understand,
if i am too quiet, and withdraw my hand.
will you still stand near me, when the door is closed,
and when i reopen, inside, will you go?
will you be happy if things go for me well,
and not get snappy, from a jealous spell.
this is what i would to for you,
but i would like the same done for me, too

re-peat

to deny is to retreat
an invitation for
history to repeat
the atrocities
it has done before
we must educate
so there are no more

i went on a voyage
not of my own choosing
the seas were so rough
my body tired from bruising
the waves dashed me against
ice floes firey and cold
is this recompense
for not doing what i was told?
my arms flailed in terror
energy spent to no avail
one wrong turn, an error
the boat will no longer sail?

did you

it was never meant
the time we spent
it was wrong
from the start
the way you
crept into my heart
your own deceipt
your pet conceit
but did you ever
in moments rare
entertain the
notion to really care?

too many

too many clanking cages
filled with too many sad lives
books with empty pages
bees buzzing around barren hives
streets by potholes paved
with ever growing gaps
faces turning away
from another of life's slaps
hearts waiting to be broken
others waiting to be healed
by a mere gesture, just a token
anothers fate is sealed