For them.

People ask me.. 
why I remain intrenched in the madness.. 
why don't I just walk away? 
How do I not, like Ophelia, drown in sadness


I  believe that in some strange way.. 
I was placed on this earth
To give them a chance
For they are mine beyond their origins of birth


 There is a difference between 
 moms and  mothers
Mothers make sure their kids are fed and clothed
Placing themselves before the others


They love each child
but only as much as they can spare
The love of a mom goes beyond themselves
A child can feel their love in the very air


She may call herself their mother
She may cast me down and drag my name like trash
but my love for them is like hard steel
that cannot be turned to ash


 I am theirs forever.
 I would die for them. sacrifice for them
I have hoped and cried for them
And most importantly I will strive for them

Makers and Thinkers

In this world there are two types

Categories in which we all have a place

not that one can't do a little of another

or that others can't do both with grace

There are the thinkers of thoughts

these scholars of knowledge

creators of the  untangeable

to Athena they pay homage

Then there are the makers of things

Producers of all sorts, shapes, sizes and kinds

creators of what can be touched and seen

their art is in their hands not contained within their minds


We all fall into one of the two
Gamers, writers, teachers readers
these are of the thinking kind
From the watcher of the stars to those we call leaders.


but thought is nothing without creation
That's were the makers come in
On the callused hands that drive the hammer,
Engineers, mechanics and directors we must depend


To drive us ever forward
to build greatness and make us more
Great production drives creation
Giving the thinkers something to strive for.

The Secret in the Dark

If you listen closely you can often hear
A conversation very near

In the room down the hall
she sleeps and has a ball
She talks to him in her sleep
Sometimes she will groan and weep
She will shout out his name
or giggle like they're playing a game
I wonder if he's in there
Sitting in that wooden chair
The two just chatting away
Like its any other day
Talking to her dream's words
In a world made for the two love birds.

Riddle -1-

Ya gotta Know it
to show it.
Ya gotta sow it
to grow it.
It can be seen and felt.
But you can't wear it on your belt.
What is it?

Hard life. Much strife.

When did the world become so bitter cold?
A warm heart frozen by the world's hard truth.
We praise the cruel and we curse the old.
We do not demand kindness from our youth


Beyond our noses we refuse to see
Self serving and thoughtless we have been
Gratify, Pacify. Instantly.
For peace, light and truth we must look within


The world remains a jumbled mess of hate
Tempered by the sacrifice of the few
Street-solider, child's hunger: neither can wait.
You must give freely and I must give too


This is not an easy life we lead
we must search for compassion among the greed.