(I can’t remember who they were in 2016)
Why won’t they admit they want to love,
Those masked faces that scorn emotion
In angry games
That probe for another’s weakness?
Is the fear of nakedness so great?
Tranquility seems lost in this age,
Love replaced by a craving for excitement.
I see a conceived being nestled in the womb
Of a woman torn apart
With fear and self pity
And a man masochistically angry
Because his precious inner sanctity
Has been threatened.
Through self-deceiving acts that served only
To separate them from
Their own insecurity;
Two people played God
Without knowing the beauty
That being a god can bring.
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I wonder if that child to be,
If allowed to inhale
That first sweet breath of life,
Can ever know love
Being born from fear and hate?
Why won’t they forget those mirages
They mistake for identities
And look to each other
For the love they really want?
Why can’t they “blow their cool”
And enjoy the beauty of that love?
But even I wear a mask
That confines the love I want
Within a sphere of rationality.
So, I guess I am directing the questions
More at myself than at them.
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