Not For His Words

Don’t fall for his words, poems,
poetry or whatever
Please, please don’t fall for his poems,
they are just unsaid words,
unfinished sentences and sometimes deserted
thoughts
Maybe some day, maybe some day,
maybe some day, maybe some day
he’ll muster all the courage in this world
and pour out his heart to you
Maybe one day, maybe just one day,
he’ll turn the coin on its head
Maybe some day, maybe some day,
maybe sooner rather than later,
maybe sooner rather than later,
he’ll refuse to beat about the bush
Maybe sooner rather than later,
he’ll hit the nail right on its head
Maybe some day,
you’ll finally hear the sound of his gavel
So please, please don’t fall his words, poems,
poetry or whatever
They are just words yet unsaid,
words that lie asunder,
words with no assigned meanings
He is good with words and subtle at heart
So maybe he is just searching for the right words
So don’t fall for his words

Glimmer of Hope

Let us not use words of flattery today
for be all this as it may,
let’s not broach about impending trials,
for all that is known
was once said, heard or eavesdropped,
perhaps in no pretext of greed
or for just a glimmer of hope
to guide the few or the underdogs
who forever talk in lesser tones,
at the crossroads to self and humanity,
let’s not prune the divisions of the past
or instigate new wars, of the soul and the heart
to stir up deceit and vile acts
For it was once said that
there’s no room at all for fumbling,
when you’re living on a razor’s edge
but there’s still a glimmer of hope
in today’s rays.