Spring Eyes

Grey souless vision
seeping into awareness;
cold rain into ground

The Mask

Who I'm not,
who I am
I'll pretend,
protect you
to the end.
No one knows
what you did
to hurt me
and I'll hide
it you'll see.
I love you,
you hate me -
why, who knows?
In the end
you'll be free.
Sacrifice?
Yes, for sure.
Because I love
U. S. A.
I endure.
Someone wants
to use me
to hurt you
make you cave
to their plea.
Not from me
will they get
any help
for their cause
or their threat.
Please, go on
do your task.
I will do
what you need,
wear a mask.
"Are you nuts?"
they inquire.
I will say,
"Yes", " I am",
put out fire.

Shattered Soul

My heart is broken,
love is impossible. 
my soul has shattered,
all music has died.

Truth is no longer,
belief irrelevant.
what's real is in flux:
I feel dead inside.

The moral is this:
Don't trust anybody,
they all deceive you;
will all make you cry.

Rely on yourself.
Then if you are let down
you will always know
that at least you tried.

Believe in yourself
and maybe One Other.
Hold to your values
they'll help you decide.

Let others be friends
but never let them in
so far they can hurt:
take them all in stride.

Choices

It's amazing to me
the way you see things.
You see the forest
but not the tree.


Forests don't just occur
but for single trees.
If one pine gets sick
so do more fir.


Yet you value the whole
at the cost of one.
You save your career
but lose one Soul.


You'd let one person go
To keep it quiet.
Politics is all:
amity's foe.


Know the choices you've made
defines who you are,
The way you treat one
shows values weighed.


Whether I live or not,
you couldn't care less.
That tells me you aren't
the one I thought.


I'm as sorry for you
as I am for me.
I hope you can see
my point of view.


If not, it's a big waste
for all of us here
saw you as caring; 
that's now erased.


Please open up your heart
stop being afraid,
thinking you'll be hurt,
try a clean start.


Tomorrow's a new day
we can all start fresh
The past is the past
put it away.

Slamming Doors

Hearing the sound of slamming doors,
Immediate interception
and being followed.
Recipe for paranoia
or for a growing awareness
of people afraid.
It really is disheartening
or maybe more like depressing:
Why do I exist?
If people want me gone that much
maybe I should disappear
so they can relax.
Get on with your lives, I'm not worth
the anxiety I cause in you.
I'd never harm you.
It hurts that you need to avoid
me so much you go and hide.
But I understand.
So I will say, "Goodbye" to you
and to the world which hates me so.
I am so sorry...

Autumn Eyes

Hazel eyes harvest
longing gazes like a crop
ready for a feast.

Where Do You Turn

Where do you go
when there's no place to turn,
when you need help
when you have been spurned?


What do you do
when you're over the edge,
when you reach out,
find only the ledge?


Who do you know
who might see what you need
when you're falling
with increasing speed?


When do you show
people that you need aid?
Can you request
help while you're afraid?


Why is it hard
to just come out and ask
for what you need,
stop wearing a mask?


How do you stop
fearing being ignored
let down your guard,
have your faith restored?


I do not know
the answers to give you
except to say:
Just try it:  do.