Power to THE People

Lonely eyes peer out from the shadows
seeking refuge from the judgments and hate.
And he can do is just sit there and wait.
Wait until the people of the world can see him.
See him as a person, but as of now that looks grim
for the world seems to segregate the different and those not normal.
What normal is isn't what they think... it isn't always formal.
Formal is just for those with social power that isn't always deserved
and leaves those who cannot fight, or know better than to fight, for the power to be poorly served.
And they are forced into the darkness for those with power crave the light.
But I pray for those among the darkness who cannot or choose not to fight.
For they are the leaders of tomorrow, though tomorrow might seem a long time.
But the leaders of tomorrow who today wallow in the darkness know the value of a dime.
They know that power shouldn't be bought.
This is not a battle that can be fought...
only won...

No Happiness Today

Standing in the doorway looking out.
Cool breeze of the morning blowing in.
Everything so beautiful, but you can't help but shout.
For the happiness is gone and all that's left is sin.
No matter how glorious the day
the fabric of happiness can fray
and your left with the shredded threads of emotion.
When the threads tangle and knot
due to the quick and subtle motion
you are left with the sadness more likely than not.
Then you are left to wonder the house
with the only companion a mouse.
Nothing left to do
but wallow about.
And all you can do
is again shout.
And at the end of the day
your cares have gone away.

Blindful Love

Love is blind where love is lost
and it can't be won back at any cost.
True love shines bright, too bright to see.
Led through the light hand in hand and hand in three.
The man, the love, and the woman be.
Led by love, through love, through loving sea.