• There is no love
    There is no war
    There is no compassion
    There is nothing
    The void has opened once again
    And the words spill out
    Seeped in hidden anger
    But yet is not
    But yearning
    That is not to be recognized
    Annoyingly ignored
    Hidden Behind a sour smile
    The hurt in the eyes not apparent
    The abuse continues
    And still no cry of resistance is given
    For there are no defenses to the words spoken
    That cause one to hide in the dark
    Until temperament changes
    The flickering light obscuring
    A face black soulless eyes
    Gazing in disbelief and despair

    Nothing can be done to cure this
    Nothing except the touch
    Of a woman dear
    Can break the darkest spell
    That holds the heart
    In its tendril grasp
    Keeping it hostage
    Until day of death
    Or freedom rings.

    We live in a land of freedom
    And yet many are not free
    From the sickness that hides
    Amongst us turning
    One against the other
    Neighbor against neighbor
    Brother against sister
    Until all that’s left
    Is an empty husk
    That tries as it must
    Cannot Prevail
    Without divine justice

    A true friend
    Not understand
    Quietly stares and smiles
    Oblivious to the torment within
    The raging torment of a starved soul
    Wanting to trust and love
    But still disappointed
    At the results
    The tiredness brings out the
    Worst in one
    Acting without thinking
    Words without choice
    Cannot be res-spoken
    The barbs stuck in the flesh
    Still hope persists
    For another barb to pierce
    Expected but allowed
    The lust then the pain
    The longing then forsaken
    Shouts by people pass
    Drifting through lips
    Not taking into account
    The damage caused
    The impressionable mind
    Wait, one comes
    A temptress
    A siren
    Weaving her beautiful
    Song upon her lips
    Then she is gone
    Like the ethereal mists
    That haunt the
    Ones friend
    Such a funny guy
    The girls love him
    No understanding
    From Laughing
    Voices as I tell them
    My Soul laid bare
    They laugh and
    Dance at my misfortune
    What false friends they are
    They joke and smile at me
    All happy as can be
    Me the void in the crowd
    The life and happiness
    Lost in its darkness
    As writing commences
    Laughter and love overheard
    To not be shared
    Escalating to its full extent
    To await they cold grasp
    Then to the grave
    Then heaven I will go
    The mask a mockery
    Of my feelings
    And still is allowed
    This life’s cruel malice
    Shut up Shut up
    I can’t stand the incessant
    Joy in which I can’t stay
    If I join
    Cold stares I receive
    Unaccepting to the club
    Of friends and romance.

    Still one fiend remains
    Even though all the girls love him
    He is my friend
    So far that is