My Early January '99 Freshman Year Poetry :)
What is it of the Tao?
Everyone has their Tao,
Their way,
Perhaps blessed with divine intervention,
You must simply open thy arms to the
wonder of life,
my friend.
Wushu master,
That's what I want to be,
Full of speed,
And courage,
Disciplined,
Agile,
Flexible,
Full of the Tao,
Full of life,
Hooray,R
Yippie!
Society has become a machine,
No change,
No adaption,
A standard everyone must follow,
No matter what drummer they march to,
What chaos!
What horror!
What a waste of human poetential!!
Yeah,
Uh huh.
I watched the Super Bowl,
In depression,
Sad as a dog,
I wrote poems,
Took a walk,
Part way to the business building,
Debating whether to walk or stay,
Demons in my head,
Points of view at battle in my head,
And it dawns upon me,
I want to create,
I want to write poems,
Make a living
Write poems
Write fiction,
Create,
Earn enough money,
Then do my thang,
Take off,
Be one with nature,
Be happy,
Be at peace,
Create,
Fulfill my destiny,
Yeah.
SIgh,
How I want to leave,
Get rid of this conformed scoial skin,
I want to do what I want to do,
I do not care what anybody thinks,
Nor what they want for me,
All I know,
Is I have a destiny,
And my heart screams for it,
I cannot help it,
Nor can I stop,
And I don't believe that anyone can stop it too,
It's inevitable.
A smile,
What a lovely thing,
Can brighten a person's day,
Makes you feel all good inside,
Whether giving or being gived,
Cuts down the fear,
Breaks the icey tension,
Warms your heart,
Makes you remember the beautful princess
hidden within the highly guarded castle walls,
Art thou art?
Aye, indeed my lord,
Indeed hither thou art :),
Yep yep,
Blah blah woof woof.
Poetry's a subjective,
Expressive,
Spontaneous thing,
Which you can't correct,
Or analyze,
It's the way of nature,
You cannot improve a tree,
Nor can you improve a beautfiful hummingbird,
Yet its branches maybe large &uneven,
And its stature small in size,
Yet,
Though not considered "perfect",
Nature in itself is not that to a human's perception
It too is spontaneous,
Free-flowing
Lovely,
Wonderful,
Lively,
Different,
Unique within itself,
So poetry itself cannot be improved,
It is a free expression of one's mind,
What can be better?
What can improve this?
Tell me!
Like sweet words one says to another,
One canot go back,
Analyzeit,
Change it around,
"improve" it,
It comes straight from the heart,
Which cannot be altered,
Which is true,
It is content with what it is.
Yep yep.
Tony,
I think of you,
Daily,
Whether it is conscious or subconsciously,
Yep,
You made an impact in my life,
Whether it was for the better or worse,
Sometimes one,
SOmetimes the latter,
But you have taught me well,
Have been grateful, generous,
Honest,
Loving,
Harsh,
Caring,
Watchful,
Observing,
Helping,
Picking us up,
While we ourselves chose to be on the ground,
But someday when we're on our own feet
We can look back and thank you for lifting
us higher,
THough we( may) kick, scream,
Resist,
Tighten up,
Yell, scream,
Just rebel,
Go against
But it's all good, Tony,
It's all good,
Thanks though,For all your help,
You really influenced my life.
Tim,
An admirable character,
I love him for what's he done for me,
He's my Tai Chi teacher,
A kind person,
Warm,
Caring,
Moderate,
Modest,
Patient,
Friendly,
Amiable,
Intelligent,
Smart,
Peaceful,
Harmonious,
What a wonderful individual!!
Robert,
A smiley, , calm, outgoing individual,
Rough-looking in his beard,
Patient,
Focused,
Funny at times,
Goofy,
Good sense of humor,
A good person.
Where's my meaning?
Where's my purpose?
I'm lost,
A lost soul,
I do not feel the meaning,
The purpose in my life,
THe feeling that i have found my place,
A feeling of fulfillment,
Peace,
Until then,
I wait,
I try.
