Real Truth

Saying the truth

brings out the real

not many on sensitive

ears can deal

unless,

treading gently

not to offend

those 

calculating the 

right words

to a fragile 

virtual world

of pausing on

each level to

digest the complexity

of the Now.

Wake up!

Moving backwards

afraid,

hiding behind

peeking hands,

refraining

from the real truth

staring into eyes

yet, still they

don’t see or listen.

Grabbing


To reach a part

of you, 

you didn’t

notice before, but

with me you care.

Soul searching

through emotions

of feelings you

fear will appear

the truth of our

co-existence, but

you’re reluctant

to let go.

Holding on to

nothing.

Emptiness,

dwelling

within a hollow

home you clutch

to a fantasy.

Snatching your

heart and your

mind into a 

fatal mystery

of remorsefulness.

Let go.

Let me go.

Stop holding on 

to someone who

deserve the

tranquility and endearment

away from you.

Beat

Breathing in and out

trying to hold 

composure,

as another strike

connects piercing

burdens of 

frustrations into

a lost soul.

Hot air blows

nauseating confusion

of mental stability,

crying away love as

the fist continues

to destroy the beauty

of the physical until,

no air is left.

Barely conscious,

bruised,

inside and out,

no longer loved

by loving hands.

Crawling 

to

survive,

as a

bright light 

instantly

approaches a

appreciation

of a forceful

change

to liberation.

My Pen

To do things my way

the methodology of actions

easily justified although

classified down to the

minute of attention

between reflection 

and impulse.

Heart and feelings

easily displayed as 

my final judgment

is written into

existence. 

The ink dries

slowly, deepening

the emotions of 

words and actions

of life that can partially

be erased, recreated, or 

misunderstood.

The reality of my pen is

not muted or petrified

by truthfulness

it has seen, lived, and loved.

Nor is the language of

defeat, disappointments,

and disapprovals 

are disinclined.