there's a hole in my neighbourhood

down which of late I cannot help but fall

no matter how many awards

or column inches are written about you, or how high the elected office is for me, it's still not enough. we still feel like the little man. the loser. they told us we were, a hundred times, the smart asses in college, the high ups. the well-born. the people who's respect we really wanted. really craved. and isn't that why we work so hard now, why we fight for every inch? scrambling our way up in undignified fashion.

if we're honest for a minute, if we reflect privately, just for a moment, if we allow ourselves a glimpse into that shadowy place we call our soul, isn't that why we're here?

I'm not frightened

I'm not frightened of anything. the more I suffer, the more I love. danger will only increase my love. it will sharpen it. it will give it spice. I'll be the only angel you need. you will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. heaven will take you back and look at you and say: only one thing can make a soul complete

and that thing is love.