There to feel your glee,
And sorrow.
There to feel a smile maintained.
Although under the surface,
I know more is contained.
Sensitive…
Without a word spoken.
I come to you to give.
A presence you can depend on,
Knowing with a hug what it is…
To live life like this,
And what you need from me.
And what we agree we miss!
It is my sense to sense when your senses,
Have spent intensed suspension…
In sensitivity.
You like that I know that?
I know…
Me too!
You ask for outside protection…For situations that continue to persist.You gather sympathy from groups,To loudly protest your despairing unrest!And not admitting with an acknowledgement,You put them there…So what do you expect?A magician dressed…In outfits of holiness?A dope smoking Pope,To share with you false hope?A candycane taste,To erase a bitterness that aches?Or stop all traffic,For a…
It’s just that the expense of your escapes,Have been diminished.Like the realization of your question…Does race matter?In a place where cowboys and indians,Has laced the bottom of Christmas treesWith packaged toy guns.Gift wrapped to delight the eyes,To have little boys and girls…Chasing each other to run…With visions to win something won,From each other for fun?And…
With you in my mind.I took the time…Searching my heart.Feeling each emotion,I wanted to let flow.Desiring with a wish,Just for you to know…These words from me,Would be meaningless.If your heart does not hear,My voice.And that’s what I wish,To whisper in your ears…These words!
Live it without the need of approval.From those trying to conceal,Their envy and jealous attachments.And whoever chooses a need to seek acceptance?To what extent is the convincing of this done?And is the purpose to live one’s life?Or…Is one seeking to be validated?And by which standard is the measuring?Based upon…What?Values?Whose?Those unemployed,And receiving government assistance?Or,Those employed receiving…
You’ve got to notice…People clearly out of their minds.You’ve got to watch.Your back.And every little step you take.You can not stop.To drop…A point of view someone will take,And hate…you!You’ve got to notice…Something’s wrong about these times.You’ve got to notice…People clearly out of their minds.You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,‘Have a good day!…
One is.Regardless if tears fall.Afterall…The time will come,When others find that being shunnedFor who one ‘is’…Has its rewards.And being ignored,Provides a growth that shows those stunted…In ways that delays a maturity,Fear by others still seeking to be breast fed.From any available ‘crib’.
