i was given a lifeline and i felt secure
for the first time in a long time.
one day the lifeline was taken away;
any excuse is a good excuse.
i didn’t ask why so no one had to lie.
at that moment something between us died,
and i soon realized a little bit surprised;
with human nature
nothing changes except the weather,
and even that’s a paradox to the emotions.
do you think i don’t know you?
do you think i can’t see?
there’s a brown wall between your world and me.
i walk behind you, so it’s easy to see
what’s in front of me.
unlike rosa parks,
sitting in the rear of the bus is ok with me.
folks in the front have yet to learn,
without truth one crashes and burns ---
should that be my concern since i am not yours?
there are only four reasons to the seasons,
everything in a straight line,
placed in different times.
you don’t need to be afraid
to wander the corridors of my mind ---
if like me, you are walking
behind the line of hope,
at the end of a rope.
observation is the perfect teacher.
as long as you are afraid of what you can’t see,
because you refused to look back at me,
i can pretend to be anybody i desire to be.
being in the back of the bus makes me crashworthy.
but neither one of us is free;
you are as enslaved as me,
when looking at what is and what could be.
uniquely amias
about amias
it is the little things
detour
a dichotomy
hope
desiring
death
a fair weather friend
when taken for granted
just a thought or two
lost love
beauty
it’s raining silence
new wings
no resuscitating
just another thought
evolution
kicked by fortune again
men dress up women dress down
crashworthy
