Wednesday, January 24, 2007


To learn
To listen
To allow yourself to be
More open
More honest
And maybe hopefully
We’ll make a better world
Where oppression no longer thrives
And everyone is free
To truly own their lives
So that when our time is done
And we’ve quietly left this place
We’ll humbly meet our maker
And feel his warm embrace
Where evil resides within
Hardness follows begging sin
Dreams die in the vacuum
Love leaves
And you’re alone
Hate thrives and fears loom
Give of yourself
To those who can’t
Touch those
Who can only dream
What it is
To be you
To be me
To be free

Kevin g


Anonymous said...

What a beautiful poem. I love the part of you that is so sensitive. Through all of the mayhem in this life one thing I know for sure is that you are as real as they come and I am truly grateful for all that you are. Jackie

Kevin Gilmore said...

thanks...back at you. i don't write poetry often enough. i think it unfortunately gets pushed aside by all the other things that take up my time. some day i'd like to slow down and focus more on other stuff but i need more than 24 hours in the day.