Aloof

You never listen 

to what I have to say

You never listen

to words of mine that may

just be helpful advice 

for I feel

neither malice nor vice 

towards someone like you

who indeed I have 

opened my heart to 

And though your speech is bitter 

like black coffee 

I try to sweeten it 

so it tastes more like honey  

Won’t you look at me 

when I look at you

Please do not turn away 

from my gentle embrace 

Why is it you perceive not 

the love painted across   

my weathered face

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Choice 

Choice is the defining decision

that sets us apart

from those we fight,

for it is that which separates

right from wrong,

guided from unguided,

righteous from wicked.