Homeless

There’s room at the inn,
But I have no money to pay.
The world is cold tonight,
And I have no place to stay.

No I am not lazy,
Nor too awful crazy.
Things just really have not
Been going my way.

My stomach is a growling,
My head has been a spinning,
Yet not a bite can I find
For me to eat.

No jobs available for me to find,
Want a hand up?
must be outta my mind.

There’s room at the inn,
But I’ve no money to pay.

Searching within,
Trying just to see
The worth in me.
Silencing the voice
Deep within
Telling me,
Each and every
One of the flaws
Lest i forget.

Some days it’s easier
Some days i fail.
Still each day
Awaken and arise
Each day i search.

Never giving in,
Never giving up.
Someday the voice
I will cease.
My own worth
I will see.

Distorted imagery

You see me
As internet celebrity,
With no sign of lifestyle
Truth in chains.
Not one person
Really knowing me,
Hidden behind an easy profile.
According to you,
Written with naught
But imagination and lies.

Could it be?
that it’s you who
doesn’t see?
Who does not know
The real me?
quietly hiding,
From what you never
Tried to see.
Deeply imbedded
Within us.

Beauty

Oh my. Sorry, premature publication. Lol. Beauty is really a difficult topic. After all each person sees it differently. For me beauty is contained within an intelligent mind. Society has some tough standards on beauty, always changing. The cruelty of judgment that goes along with not meeting that standard of beauty has always been harsh.
The torture tools that are expected to use are barbaric to say the least. And while some of them can be fun, at the same time it’s a shame that we are made to feel bad for not being what society says beauty is.

Darkness hidden
Intellect divine,
Beauty displayed
Society is blind.
Bliss illusions
dreams sublime.

Must have beauty,
No matter the cost.
Meet the required
Hope is left behind.

Each  of my poems
was written,
From the
darkness within
The soul .

Though some
Can prose,
Flowers and glows,
Many just don’t know
Why and how.

No soul
Unspoiled,
Tainted,
Passes through
Poems muse,
Unburdened.

Each path
A choice,
Each soul,
A voice.

Speak,
In line,
In verse.
Hold back nothing.