My final act
All the conditions in my pact
Are fulfilled and done
The laughs that I shared with you guys
Are now just empty, hollow sighs
I pack my stuff
Rough, worn and tough
From the adventures we had
I am now very sad
I have now reached the bend
Of this road
This, for me is the end
Here we say our good byes
There are tears in my eyes
I know, that I have made new friends, for life
Our friendship, stronger than steel, sharper than knife
Here, our paths separate
I am desperate
For one more act, one more adventure
Yet I know the time has come
For some,
There may he more
But for me, this is the end of the road
This is,
My final act

I can't really say i'm sorry
and I can't say I ever will
it really isn't because I'm not
but because you avoid me still

But what would I say if I could?
I was so scared and I was so young
I had the perfect soul next to me
my only option was to run

As with most speeches I make
I failed to make much sense
my mouth and brain don't share a link
so I never said what I meant.

so in verse I'll try and send a message,
something i failed to say
you were the one to spend my life with
I had to run away.

I love you indefinitely, but I especially love you at 2am.

This is my favorite hour with you.
This is my favorite version of you.

With your hands swimming in a sea of sheets
unaware that they are searching for a home between mine,
our fingers lock like little magnets.

Where do you go my love?

Do you take me with you?

I wish I could take it all back.
Our memories, are times
Back when we were fine.
our laughs, and our walks
and our midnight talks.

Part of me is missing
now you're gone.

You promised not to leave,
*Silly me for believing you.

Can’t feel my hands
Or feet
Or anything

I don’t know if I’m stepping or not
My skin is as white as the snow
My body is shaking unwillingly

The cold wore off long ago
Just to be replaced by numbness
I feel as if my heart is freezing

Can’t walk anymore
Falling to my knees (if they are even there)
And I start to freeze more

Suddenly, warmth came
I wasn’t trapped in a frozen cage
The cold got lost;

But I lost something more

In a nation torn with racial strife
Where killing seems a way of life
Where rappers hold the people’s court
And looting is a favorite sport
Where drugs and thugs, both black and white,
Govern day and rule the night
When Superman is fast asleep
And shadows o’er the addicts creep
And rain don’t wash away the smell
From where it comes it’s hard to tell
Cuz truth ain’t always what it seems
When judges judge and lawyers scream
At least two sides in every fight
And everybody knows what’s right
Cuz the FacebookYouTube miracle
Sends evidence empirical
Across the globe at speeds of light
While the real truth stays out of sight
Hidden by gray overcoats
While politicians gather votes
And make the nation safe again
For women, children, mortal men.

But there are heroes on the street
Men and women you don’t meet
Unless of course you break the law
And you know that sticks in your craw
When a thousand thoughts are in your head
And you don’t see the light turn red
Or you’re headed to a meeting-late
And you’re only going eighty-eight
And the State Cop says “The Law is Clear”
“The limit’s sixty-five right here”
You grumble but you pay the fine
And wonder why he wastes his time
But the Cop has seen a different view
He knows what eighty-eight can do
The mangled steel and shattered glass
Maybe he just saved your ***.

In cities large and village small
Policemen answer every call
In every town and every city
Sometimes it ain’t very pretty
Protect and Serve when Hell breaks loose
Mere seconds, all they have to choose
What course of action they must take
And pray to God there’s no mistake
Cuz each Monday Morning Quarterback
Will pick a side and then attack
And argue based on “evidence”,
“What they would do”, and “common sense”
While sitting in an easy chair
So very thankful they weren’t there
And radicals from either side
Make threats and say the other lied
And which of us, if we weren’t there
Could ever judge a verdict fair?
Families grieve and loved ones cry
Both innocent and guilty die
Sometimes truth ain’t black or white
Only God knows wrong from right.
pwl 1/7/15