I would like to share some of my poems from the collection called "About me and myself". You're most welcome to comment and critique. A place of my own I want to go to a place Where fresh starts come true. A place where people will be Judged by what they are, And not by the way they look. I want to go to a place Where dreams are allowed. A place where the poorest man Can store riches in his mind, Yet not starve to death. I want to go to a place Where justice serves all. A place where children have rights, The old are taken care of And human bodies are not for sale. I want to go to a place Where love is more than a concept. A place where relationship means trust, Jealousy does not exist, And minds are interacting. I want to go to a place Where truth comes always first. A place warm and welcoming, And inner beauty is valued. A place to call my home. Between Seasons Summer is almost gone from the city, Soft winds sweep clean the stifling dust. You can smell sweet and spicy aromas, Blowing high with yet another gust. The heavy burdens of long restless nights, Make way for fresh struggles of the mind. Walking the long streets, searching for relief, Your shabby shadow is right behind. Some people lose their natural balance, When cold winds replace the scorching heat. Thinking bears are clever to hibernate, You then stay in bed with a warm sheet. During the long and chilly winter nights, When rainstorms hit everything around. You think of the one you loved more than life, He died in autumn, without a sound. That is why you can't stand change of seasons, Roaming the streets, hot, but cold inside. You pray that the next in-between period, Would bring back your loved one that has died. First there was me First there was me, all of me, Open minded and curious. Trusting my fellow men, I found out it was all spurious. Life was too undemanding, I needed a challenge, a goal. Helping the less fortunate, I gave it my heart and soul. It took years to realise, How bellicose the world was. No matter how much one gave, No one observed the laws. Arcane is human behaviour, I try to grasp the rules. Each man on his own, The world is ridden by fools.