I'm lost

in the virtual reality

we called love

those moments

where our passion defines

all our dreams

where the first whispers

of ecstasy

becomes a crescendo

in our hearts

I'm lost

in the hallows of your being

unwilling to find

my way back to reality

or lose myself to the dark

her eyes

were blank windows

into her soul

as if she had been broken

before our hello

& all I could do

is comfort her

until the tears

washed away

her yesterdays

until the day

she saw my heart

as home

it wasn't

a proper welcome

to the neighbourhood

not with a burning cross

on my lawn

& the screams of my children

quaking in fear

as the signs on the wall

say you're not wanted

here

not a proper welcome

at all

maybe that is why

I made my stand

here

not because I was brave

at all

he walked in the shadows

behind a paranoid traipse

afraid that his every sin

had returned to haunt him

or worst

afraid that this is the night

his addictions will kill him

now that he has decided

to finally let go

only the truth

was found in her dairy

not the smiles

she would hide behind

but the tears

she feared to share

now that love

has gone away

& only her dairy

seems to care

about what she really

wants to say

she hated pink

Barbies

and easy bake ovens

but she loved to climb trees

football and other

boyish things

and no

it didn't surprise me

when she said

she wanted to be

a boy

she was proud

she was strong

I didn't cry

when the cops called

late that night

some "proud boys"

said that was enough

as they lower her

to the grave

all I could think of

she was proud

she was strong

just strong enough

he wrote his poetry

in stolen ink

with words of the common folks

& the dreams he thought

we all would share

but in his dairy

the words were all

tear stained

full of all the memories

that couldn't be

& dreams

his heart had set free

we saw him

flaunt his wealth

as if to remind us

he was something better

than the rest of us

with golden toilets

& tacky carpets

meant to impress

the lower classes

but we knew the truth

he was the darkest part

of our yesterdays

& our hearts

he was bruised

chased away

from the only home

he had ever known

& he roared in rage

but they never understood

he was just liked them

lonely

broken

misunderstood

he wasn't a monster

just the new Adam

so woefully

out of place

I would have liked it

to have been

the same old spiel

the same lies

that he had repeated

again & again

but now he calls

for something more

something darker

to divide a nation

wasn't enough

now he wants to slay

a country

that he never

did trust