Monday, January 31, 2011

People

People
What funny things
the way they change
and grow
like plants of every
shape and size
that can simply
up root
and move about
A cactus of a man
a stout prick if ever
one can be described
A dainty dandelioness
whose thoughts and frame
float with the wind


People
What fickle things
they flow
through years
like river water
never the same today
as they were this day
a year before
nor the way they will be
as time flows
ever forward


People
What frightful things
Creation
for the sake of destruction
great beasts
looming at the top
of earths food chain
Hunting
for the sport of
discourse or
fighting for their love
and life
with hate and death


People
what feable things
who cry and
fear and hope
that todays tomorrow
will be greater
than yesterdays
never knowing
just growing
their strong roots
and flowing
with the sands of time
in hopes to survive
the destruction

Friday, January 28, 2011

The Couch Potato Superhero

Annie was a sweetie pie,
Living her life
In hopes
to find no strife

She loved
With a heart as good as gold
As we all should.
(Though she was a little bold)

Others saw
Her simple ways,
"A couch potato
Is how she spends her days"


Friends are hard to find for her
harder still to keep
A couch potato's pool
is not exactly deep.


But she was more,
than meets the eyes,
More than her and her TV.
She was a super hero in disguise.


Look and you will find
A giant S
written on her
Chest.


Light the signal,
Let it fill the sky.
When you're in need
She is by your side.

When you need her
She is there
Ready and able.
Few others can compare.

A slayer. A shoulder, a jester too
A mirror and a punching bag.
Gatekeeper, Mentor,
Although there is one snag.

When the need
is no longer there
It may seem as if
She does not care

For she goes back to her
Couch Potato's ways
Just as swift
As in her superhero days






Thursday, January 27, 2011

Time for Repose

What happened to this world
that caused this shift in time
that which I did once consume in brevity
has now been granted chance
to be cut and quartered
as a daily granted bliss


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Ninety Ten

90/10,
90/10 ..
I have to remind myself
every now and then...

Life ain't some easy game
we all win at...
it takes patience &
attention to how we react...

as we all know
shit happens
but we must live on
past the burdens

no this ain't
no easy game...
but its ours
all the same.

10 percent
of life
is the stuff that
gives us hope or strife

90 percent
is how we react
when we're on or off
our desired track

90/10
90/10
I have to remind myself
every now and then...

Peak and Valley

This whole 'Thang'
is a journey
A long and
winding one
There is a destination.
Where? who knows
All I know is that
its there

Sometimes the scenery
is filled with
beauty and majesty
Sometimes
its dusty desert
and all you can see
are cacti
barely sustaining life
Either way
its there

this long road
There are tunnels too
dark and dank
and long
its there

in all its terrifying endlessness
But There is light
at the end MY tunnel
I can see it
Even if all you see is the darkness
that surrounds
its there...

in the not so far off distance ..
It sways gently
like God waving
letting me know
Some new
and nicer scenery
is soon to come
Just wait and see..
its there..

Monday, January 24, 2011

the Run

Life is a Marathon
Not a sprint...
It takes time and energy,
and still more time.
when our Muscles begin to ache
We wish we could just
hurry it all up
and get to
the next checkpoint...
To take a break
Quench a long awaited thirst
but it will be there when You
get there..
it will not leave or change...
To quicken the process is
to lose its point
There is strength earned with each passing mile...
Knowledge in each step
forward
(Or small stumble back)
Move on
Think not of when you will arrive
but of the scenery
that surrounds you
While you get there

Saturday, January 1, 2011

So a child could understand

A child could not grasp
the priceless value
in the meaning
behind the red, white and blue


They often wondered
why
So many felt a new found need
to fly our flag so high


Where there were two towers
that filled the sun lit horizon
there is a forever memory
of what cannot be undone


Now there's just a bit of scrap
to make the tragedy come alive
When a nation stood in awe
As two planes took their final dive


Innocence left some confused,
They could not understand,
Until they saw what those men did,
Until they saw first hand.


Now they can see the ruins,
Of when those towers fell,
Now they know why we stand,
and praise the ring of the Liberty Bell.



We stand for those
who cannot stand
we praise the workers, fighters, soldiers
who lost their lives for this land