Poetry by Joe B.

Space

I need space to be aware – to become the man of dreams,

to be inclined to shine in front,

to leave behind the peace I preach so blunt,

My eyes needs space to see and enhance my truth for truth to be, why move so fast in endless fear when I can dwell on the past to drop a tear.

I sincerely hope that space will come,

take me to the years of sun.

Silent my fog of chaos lays its thick and dusty layers all around my hip and thighs slowly forcing my inner glow to lighten up before it dies. I refuse to give up my precious space I live for you with all my will, I’ll reduce the power of my ridiculous pace, I’ll live through you with all my will.

I need the space to stretch my arms – kick the air of comfort when I cheer and take your hand when you are near.

Space to breath the air and ventilate alone, crippled in my lair.

I just need the space to stand the world as such.

>>Alone<<

In times where no one watches me…

…where no one seeks the chance of being part of my life…

…where no one determines the power of my privacy…

- someone is still around!….

…who knows where those bastards hide?

Don’t think…

…that you as a single person can make a change

…that all people are good

…that standing up for your rights is the way forward

…that mistakes are learningful

…that the 3rd world can be saved

…that any problem can be solved

…that speaking your mind is right

…that culture can make a difference

…that you can get better

…that we have something in common

- BELIEVE IN IT! – and we’ll talk…

//MAKE ME BELIEVE//

I’m a stereotype

I’m a stereotype

I go the same way as everybody else

I go the same places as everybody else

I talk and talk in a different direction than I walk

I’m trying, really trying to be special

I’m dying, really dying to be seen

Afraid of ending in the everyday spleen

My references to poverty is Africa

My perception of cheap fast food is pizza

I love partying

I think I am different

I believe in creativity

I’m a stereotype

- but the only thing that differentiates me from everybody else is that I know it – at least I think I do…