There is no such thing as a bad poem my friend,
Love, emotions, fear, despair, happiness
are all part of this thing called life.
Anew each and every day.

This madness grows in my head
no one talking, nothing said
only words I hear are those
you spoke, I’m dead.

It seems to me as the years go by
That people need love and yet deny
To return the love and respect which is needed
For love to survive once it has seeded.

Acceptance, a jewel with many faucets
As a prism with its colors
Feelings of freedom yet stained by disbelief
Such as the betrayal of lovers.

Denial is the word of war

Blank page in front of me lies
To be written on using visions of thine eyes
The feelings that have come and ultimately gone
Flit in my mind like the words of a song.