Myself (A poem)

Myself

So...
Why should I change?
I, myself live truth everyday.
Not hiding in shadows from stares of the strange.

Why should I change?
I show the world who I am.
No longer fear the judgement at hand,
I am me and there is no one for me to please,
By Destroying myself is not a life to lead.

So...
Why should I change?
I hold the world accepted in grip.
I respect all without hating it.
There are reasons for change,
But forced I don't support.
And you can't bring it to court.

So let life live as it should,
As you are you,
And I remain me.
So I will not change but evolve in my own way.
I will express to the world what it is that makes me good.

So...
What should I change?


Date: 05/25/20

Ramble Story

What is the world to people? I know my world. People might say its small, but it's really not. If people opened their eyes more they would understand the reality. I might not have seen the whole world, but I have seen some things that changes naive minds. In my own world I live in between two. In the middle. Why do I speak of this? Well I will explain in this ramble...a little story to be shared.


I remember at a florists I used to work at not long ago. I had been working there for three years. There was a young homeless couple and their friends. They had been evicted from their home (not to sure exactly, but they had to leave). The woman whom I got to know over time was pregnant the first time I met her. She would come by every so often and use our restroom. With her was a sign which she used when she stood at the freeway exit just hoping to receive money from people who got off. She was not crazy, she was not unstable. The woman was nice. It was sad how she was the only one who stood with the sign, while her boyfriend (or fiance, not sure) drank a bit with his friends. On my way home from work one night I decided to give her a few bucks. Once I handed it to her she hugged me. It shocked me, but I said nothing and accepted it. It took me a while to understand why she hugged me and was happy for the bit of money. One day she came by and told me she had her child, but had given it up for adoption, which was the best decision. After a certain time we did not see each as much. Suddenly I began seeing them more. I even talked to them a bit more. In a strange manner a 'friendship' developed. When I spoke to her again she told me she was with child again. I even got to see the picture of their first child. After I quit my work I saw them around a few more times and exchanged words with them once or twice, but I have not seen them for a few months. Now I hope for the best.

Why did I tell this story? I am not too certain...it could be because I want to teach a lesson. Or I just wanted to let out this ramble. Whatever you may think the reason is, I hope you enjoy this simple read.

Oh, Beautiful One (A poem)

Oh beautiful one,
I watch you fall into the depths of hell,
Submitting to your fate without a will to fight,
You obey every word commanded of you,
Because love has grasped your heart,
Kidnapping you away from everything,
So loved by you.

Oh beautiful one.
I know you are so far away,
In a distant land, spread out by miles,
Separate from the world that would bloom
Before you on a spring day.
But if you hold your hand out and I will reach for it.
If you wander off, someone will await your return.

Your world feels torn,
But you remain whole, suppressing your spirit.
Beautiful one...could you believe how powerful you are?
But you play the submissive individual fallen from grace.
Left behind in the dust from the rest of time.
Your passion devoured by suppression and restriction.

Oh beautiful one,
You are not veiled from the light,
The world still shines for you through the restricting shadows.
If it be thy will I would unbind the shadows
And help you escape into the day.
But you are still captured by the heart.