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



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.