Teach Them
Map of Fate
Loss
Aftermath
Strangers
Walls
Seasons
Masterpiece
Old Man's Wisdom
September 11, 2001
Requests
Changed
Candy Webs
Darkness
Would you? Will you?
Distracting Dilemma
Lost and Despairing
The best of us must strive to reach all of them,
the end of our generation is not the hem.
Behind us in this tapestry come our children,
after them come more men and women.
Colors weave as brightly as their futures do,
lessons we teach them give the clue.
Passing on wisdom and tradition insures survival,
giving the older generations brief revival.
Culture is passed from wrinkled hands to young ones,
morals impressed into them, they can't be bums.
One day far from now the tapestry will be tied,
it would be a pity if, from duty, we shied.
Born and trained with path intended,
knowledge and wisdom are received.
Strength and grace become candid,
pass through the trials conceived.
Born of imagination and art,
bringer of death to those who aren't.
Skulls and skins follow in part,
this the prophecies impart.
Puzzles of words tell of the future,
the path taken makes them clear.
Never describing every single suture,
prophecies still bring fate near.
Paths taken and paths passed,
fate makes a single map.
Lines entwine with each at last,
destiny becomes an unavoidable trap.
Thoughts scatter on the breeze,
disjumbled with some ease.
An announcement made soberly,
denying this new reality.
After denial comes the action,
running along without any traction.
Looking frantically for escape,
From a dark, looming shape.
Finally knowledge comes through,
acceptance seeps through you.
Denial and action flee with haste,
the dark cloud leaving a foul taste.
Beating up one's mind so long,
because you weren't where you belonged.
Could have, should have helped,
gone against the hand fate dealt.
Then in his arms to be,
for all of their eternity.
Instead to live with despair,
because you couldn't be there.
Sweet mist creeps over the black ground,
bringing refreshment to those beyond revival.
Swirling around and hiding the work of evil and good,
bodies trampled no matter the side fought for.
Causes and reasons lost in a zone without reason,
time left behind when seconds of life are precious.
A cacophony lost on ears whose hearing has dulled,
fireworks for those who narrow their sight to the now.
Victory measured by who stands last over the carnage,
as the sweet mist creeps over the black ground.
Years of pain on the inside and out,
eased with your caring touch.
Months of loneliness and isolation,
forgotten when you came near.
Weeks of abuse and mistreatment,
soothed by your gentle words.
Hours of working hard and carrying a heavy load,
lightened when you smile.
Minutes of self-pity and apathy,
turned around by your positivity.
Seconds after we met as strangers,
this you did for me.
To be accepted by the 'in' people is not hard
You just have to play their hand, as their card
Nothing you do
Can make us accept you
We are the outsiders, the 'out' people who are despised
We are not stupid enough to fall for your lies
Those people you want to join, those people who are 'in'
They have cast us out, and abused us as if we were not kin
Once in a while they will pretend to be our friend
But soon the nightmare resumes, and we are unable to attend
The show you put on for us, your facade
Does not penetrate our shield, not even you tirade
Or your worst fit will have us begging to be your pet
We are the ones with no master, none except those we let
May join our ranks, for it is a ware we fight among each other
Just as mother fought against mother
Until we learn to accept nationality, race, and differences
There is no way to take down our fences
There are two sides to every wall, it's true
The question is, which is stronger? Me or you?
Autumn leaves fade again,
first time from green to gold,
second time they're hard to hold.
Winter comes and more things fall,
first were the leaves of autumn gone,
then fall snowflakes onto the lawn.
Spring returns and so does color,
grass renews its pact with dew,
soon come flowers, at least a few.
Summer time brings the sun and fun,
more flowers sprout from the earth,
people go to the beach and enjoy the surf.
The seasons twirl and whirl around,
intertwined yet separate they take us closer,
one season will be our last, then away from this roller coaster.
Rising upwards to a sweet embrace,
the Lord our Father has waited so long,
finally it is time for us to go into joyous song.
Painting is an art while painting myself is a survival tactic,
I must use since you won't accept me, the true me.
In order to stay, I must paint myself into what you want,
This alone keeps you from hurting me, though I still feel oppressed.
like I'm not being true to myself, but if I burst free
There will be pain, so I stay inside my shell of protection
My shell & paint, it's suffocating me, I can't stand it
Chip and peel the paint away, stand naked and unprotected
In front of you, I stand awaiting your judgment.
You leave me, beat me, and hurt me.... you knew
You knew I took off my paint, my armor
Pick up the pieces and put myself back together.
Crawl inside myself and search for one.
Who won't need me to paint a masterpiece?
Once a young girl took a walk along a path and found an old man sitting there, watching the squirrels play in the trees. Since she was a curious child
she waited a few moments and watched both him and the squirrels. After deciding that the squirrels definitely had more energy than the old man she
asked him what he was doing.
"Waiting for a curious young girl to ask that question. As you go through you life child, make sure to remember this moment. When you are old
and wise and your bones creak, come here and wait for another curious child, tell them this child:
Do not try too hard, but make sure to give it your all.
Don't be afraid to try, but don't forget caution.
Don't hate anyone, but don't love everyone.
Don't eat only meat, but don't eat all your veggies.
Don't walk on someone, but don't let someone step on you.
Don't follow your heart every time, but don't let your mind rule.
Balance child, balance is essential to all living things."
At this, the old man left and the young child skipped off, remembering and following his advice to this day.
Twin Towers & Pentagon
were attacked.
A day to Live in Infamy
Pulled from the security of everyday normalcy
torn from the work and the classes
televisions and radios blare the news of tragedy
innocence is not all they took from the masses.
A resounding boom, followed closely by another
fires raged throughout the buildings
people screamed and jumped, but few ignored their brother
as they ran for their lives from the killings
Not an hour after, the ground shook and trembled
a cloud of dust rose from the new debris
closely followed by a second being leveled,
the cloud itself became a killer on a spree.
Blocking the sun, turning day to night
people screamed and ran and cried
loved ones left behind and lost to sight
no matter how hard rescuers tried.
Paranoia and panic flew around freely
loss of life still unknown, just
a feeling that says "glad it wasn't me."
then the sympathy for hose who lost a trust
Officials hide and vow revenge on the criminal
without knowing his face or identity
just that they are a despicable animal
that needs to be hunted down ruthlessly
Thoughts of war and the end abound
World War 3 and Revelations combined
to warn the people of how it comes around
to losing the ones you knew and loved.
Events that lead to war lead to death
violence begets violence, a vicious circle
that goes around and around those left
to mourn the dead and fight the hurdle.
Another day added to the history books
that already held so much tragedy
and death, that this day looks
like another to live in Infamy.
Ask the Lord for patience,
and he shall give you trials.
Ask the Lord for understanding,
and you shall receive problems.
Ask the Lord for strength,
and he shall give you burdens.
Ask the Lord for Faith,
and you shall receive tests.
Ask the Lord for compassion,
and you shall receive heartache.
The Lord gives you nothing
that you cannot handle.
When you are done with the trials,
you will have patience.
After the problems have been solved,
you will understand better.
While you carry your burdens,
your strength will build.
When the tests are over,
your faith will be stronger.
After the heartache has passed,
you will have more compassion.
The Lord gives what you ask for,
but nothing more than you can handle
Carefree and happy we were living,
the new generation of life.
Then an earth shattering blast heaving,
scattering everything in strife.
Now it sounds as if war would come,
and pay us a visit we do not wish.
Joking around has a new meaning far from,
the carefree times that we miss.
America will not be frightened,
is what they intone.
Personally I'm almost petrified,
down to the bone.
My life has changed,
beyond all recall.
My plans are to hang,
waiting on the wall.
People I love and know,
swing on a thin thread.
Their fates tied, to tow
our cause ahead.
I wish revenge on those evil,
but try to preserve my friend.
Sacrifices made by those civil,
can prevent catastrophes in the end.
Life has changed, indeed
nothing is the same.
I wish this bad dream,
had never came.
Tiny in the beginning,
it grows with every telling.
White or black it matters not,
a lie is a lie, they all will rot.
For deceit to occur
it must be more than trickery.
Lies you can tell I'm sure,
but now a web you must weave.
Honor among thieves is all good,
if each acts as one should.
Just in case, if I were you,
I'd make sure my plans were true.
One misplaced trust can destroy
a well spun web of deceit.
In order to carry out your ploy,
your lies, they must be sweet.
Cast from the light time and again,
wondering at my awful sin.
Many said they loved me much,
few used me as anything but a crutch.
Their wounds and injuries were prime,
and I was the salve better than time.
So as I cooed and caressed them,
they continued on with the sham.
Once they were whole and fit,
away they went, with me in a pit.
Not seeing, and never understanding
beyond the pain never ending.
While taking shelter with a friend,
the light visits me once again.
Careful as can be I tread,
waiting on that which I dread.
Once again the light consumes me,
making connection between me and thee.
No loner can I fight in fright
of what must be in the light.
Still, I can see the glow,
as in your eyes it grows.
I ask you kindly to love me, so
that I will never fear you'll go.
When I am gone,
will you cry?
If I couldn't give hugs,
would you miss that squeeze?
When I can't laugh,
will you still make jokes?
If my knees didn't work,
would you still take walks?
When my vision goes dark,
will you watch the sunsets?
If my voice became silent,
would you raise yours instead?
When my body becomes cold,
will you stay abed for days?
If I had to leave today,
would you tell me goodbye?
When I am gone,
will you miss me?
Torn asunder with mind gone mad,
distractions picking apart my mind.
No concentration asserting and controlling
as my thoughts wander and roil.
Few good things come from troubled minds,
from we who cannot quiet and sleep.
Driven to distraction and closer to gone,
knowledge and answers my only savior.
Do you have the answer?
Surrounded by concealing mists
whispers of despair swirl about
my feet almost lost to sight
all but the whispers lost to me
lost and stumbling I walk
trying to find the path I once trod
the light that guided replaced
mists that conceal and whisper
alone and wrapped only in my own arms
none to hold dear and comfort me
whispers in the dark demean and curse
my feet stumble as I strain to see
another stumble and to my knees I fall
breath and will gone and taken
the mists that cry out joyously
the despair that steals my last breath
