Black As Mine

Cut me open and you will see
We're the same inside, you and me
We're all just the same inside
Your heart's just as black as mine.

Cut me open and you will see
We're the same inside, you and me
We're all just the same inside
So what makes your love greater than mine?

People I Loved

I am broken.
My heart has been bruised.
Neglected, abandoned, forgotten, abused.
People I loved, strangers now.
Fables of stars and mangers now
worth more than my youth.
The fabric of my being rejected now
to uphold their narrow views.
All I have known endangered now.
People I loved are strangers now.
My right to love refused.

My dignity diffused.

The Tree of Memory

In a garden far away
grows a tree.
Wisdom and Memory.
In the darkness of my mind.
Where its branches intertwine
In a swirling burst of the universe
An infinity in time.

Rooted firmly inside.

But roots are strong and stems, weak.
When winds of now come riding high
And the storm that brews, in a blinding light
Leaves branches bare.
Leaves despair.

The Tree of Memory
Is shedding its leaves.
Memories.

In a garden far away
grows a tree.
Wisdom and Memory.
In the darkness of my mind.
Where all thoughts are defined.
Watered by the tears of our misery.
Bears fruit that feeds the ravens
of Wisdom and Memory.
For love is the seed of all our lives
The driving force for all our lies
Love itself stands the test of time
Yesterdays fade away
Yesterday.

The Tree of Memory.
Is shedding its leaves.
Memories.

In the shadows of the night.

The shadows of my mind.