[unfinished poems] | January ~ March 2022

Calm Waters

I keep swimming, 
anywhere to swim to.
Life's a beach,
I'm just treading water.

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I'm waiting for a wave to catch
to help me make the significant progress
that I know will be worth my energy,
but the waters I'm in are too calm.

If only a wave so great came
That I could finally escape
This Bermuda triangle bay
To

Calm is good for survival.
I won't drown.
But I won't get anywhere where I am right now.
If I'm going to swim again,
I want to swim somewhere full of energy.

Medication is the last chance I'm giving myself
to finally start swimming without an external wave.
Once that fails I have no other excuse
not to finally leave these waters.

Addressing Justice – A War Of Good & Evil (in progress)

We are in a time of corruption;
Of confusion;
Of conflict;
But we don't even understand the conflict.

It's not me vs you;
It's not us vs them;
It's not people vs people;
It's good vs evil.

Good exists outside discrimination:
It does not choose a race;
It does not choose a gender;
It does not choose a nation;

Good welcomes all,
But so does evil;
Neither choose a side,
Rather a goal.

Good pursues unity -
Its strength being its consortium;
Its strength is found in unity.
But evil finds strength in division

If anything, it is us vs ourselves
We must conquer our own evil
before evil conquers the world;
If we can't overcome ourselves

We need to confront the evil in front of us, of course. But

If

we all address our own shortcomings,
Then we won't have to worry about the world's

What’s important

I feel so weak,
so insignificant,
so worthless;

I was born to a generous life;
The world has given me more than I could ever ask,
Opportunity ever present

I felt proud in success,
Though this pride was to be taken from me;
A sobering realization was coming to change my world

My success belongs to me,
But I no longer find pride in prose still came my hard work;

Though I was not of want for ,
Success and happiness were far from guaranteed;
I struggled for entry gainst the world

While the world greeted
°°
Yet I'm still not able to help
My brothers and sisters of the world

My life wasn't easy;
I fought for every success Tragedy finds us all,
hard to succeed

But then I find a sobering respiration look to the world
-&#$-+.

I don't know how I can give back enough,
But I try everyday to learn;
To understand;
To give.

I don't feel white;
I don't feel like a man;
I barely feel human;
I feel like me, and like those like me.

Not like my race, gender, or nationality,
But those who know the truth:
That love, kindness, and compassion

Wandering Again

I have grown,
And She surely has too;
It would be fun to try again,
If only to see how we're new.

She doesn't want that right now,
And I don't need that right now;
Maybe she ;
Maybe I’ll never know.

I still feel it – that emptiness,
Though no longer an abyss;
And though it is there,
It doesn’t hurt;

Not anymore.

I am no longer afraid to think,
And when I’m happy
My mind once again ~wanders~

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