BLOOD SOILED HANDS

Tracy told me about it but I could not believe

She told me of the late-night screams

And of the police that hardly ever showed up

If they ever showed up it was too late to act

She said that the wails kept her wake all night

That the children would not quiet too

She felt stranded and lost in the mist

This cold world that had lost its vision

Last night she called me with a trembling voice

She was afraid that she would never hear the wails again

That the cry for help had been silenced

Tracy said that there was a shrill and a loud quiet

The cries ended too soon

But the quiet could not let her sleep

She was right, I woke up with my hands blood-stained

I wish I had said or done something

I should have spoken against domestic violence

I should have just said it

I should have done something

Blood was on my hands just as the late police

Nothing would wash this one away

But I promised my soul not to wait for another stain

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ALL LIFE TIMES

A million words would not sound you out You inspire this feeling that makes me want to shout Priceless I choose to write Sound my heart unequivocally a cross life and time That it may never be forgotten that I loved And deeply so How I chanced upon you I can't tell But it must have been written in the stars That you will be the healer of my scars That love I will find on a mountain so high That flying would never be easy But splendor that is to die for This is a little loco Somehow it feels like I need your permission to breathe You leave me breathless in a nice way But this breathless is terrifying when you are away Delicate noble one you smashed me, a monster who would not break In the heat of everythig and in the rain of love A zillion flames would not melt me What is hotter than your presence and cuteness What is colder than your absence and silence How would my heart not crack in such a switch What would forge me back if not the enchanting flames of your love In all worlds I

OVERSTAYED VISIT

You don't need me So I thank you for the good you have done I say it in silence That way you will not sense the silent good bye It hurts me that our business in your face is done But I will remember we were brothers I will pray for you For my prayer is that you fly high and steady in the strong winds I will not forget that you helped me And the much I am or will be will acknowledge you But tonight I will pack what I can And leave your house brother Not groaning For all of us are guests in each others lives In my case I must have overstayed my visit I hope love never grows old I will find peace when it thrives again But now It is obviously used. YOU CAN READ MORE

THE PARADOX

The fact that the reason to hold on is bigger than the reason to give up Does not trivialize your pain The fact that you neither shed a tear nor made a sound Does not mean you never cried The fact that you smiled all through the ceremony does not mean you were happy The fact that you are alive and happy Does not mean you aren't dead A strange ghost animating your body Not your dream self The fact you woke up with a plan Does not mean you aren't drifting through life The fact that you love a song Does not mean it makes you happy The fact that you woke when the alternative seemed lucrative Tells that you have outsmarted the paradox once more

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