This Is My World


Why do your words deceive me with your shallow quotations
of this and that, in between and far from?
Life isn’t your fortress alone, not only your Great Wall,
but his, hers, theirs, and mine too.
Share with me, what is aloft, in realistic pretenses,
and forget, relive and untie connections.

Allow me this once to fend for myself and do what I must;
for me, not you, not him, not her, not them.
I alone can shake my world, crumble my downfalls and build,
resurrect my own statue, memorial, or grave.
I’ll write my own story with myself as the plot that I see,
and I’ll twist, converge and recreate my dream.

So your words cannot deplete my structure or my foundation,
they cannot blind, hinder or destroy me.
Although this world stands against myself, against you,
I know my path and will walk it calmly.
With you or against you – as my enemy, friend, or as no one at all,
I can ride my pride, my faith, my dignity – all alone.

Dreams


I implore you now
to look up towards the sky
and see a world you hold
high above in your dreams.
reach up and grab it
and pull it carefully down
just close enough
that you may grab it,
and inspire your world
to be more than a dream.

You, ‘Alone’


You’re looking out into a vast opening
The world beyond is filled with obstacles.
What do you see?
The faceless crowd stalks your every move,
all you feel is pain, all you see is them.
Your blind to the reality of what life is,
just standing still facing your ocean
– your faceless crowd.
Your path is blocked by a mob,
all the while your shame and pity consumes you.
You just hope every stranger moves along;
its you, and you alone, against the crowd.
No hope, no help, no hurt – so long as…
So long as you alone face the crowd.