| NEW POEMS - 10/15/01 |
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| Untitled 1 |
| Worry not what life brings Think instead of what to do When you are faced with things Like love, pain, anger, and joy Make the most out of the experience No matter the outcome or fate The world is going to try your patience Look life in the face, stand your ground In each of our lives, there is variance You are not alone, just look around Our fate and the fate of all humanity Depends on each and every one of us Doing what we must do to make us happy And, when you feel down about life Think not of what may be wrong But instead, think of all the good And just think that at least your life Is your life, your decisions, and your fate That nobody else is living it for you And be thankful that to continue or not Is your choice, and nobody elses |
| Untitled 2 |
| Who knowest thy truest of thought As we wallow through life as if it were mud Dark with the blood-like clay Mixed in with the sands of time And cold water, impenetrable by light, sound, or thought Flowing sluggishly and slowly down from a higher place Higher, untouched by living fingers or hands or eyes Beautiful, sedate, dark and chilling With sadness, sorrow and death? Not a place to fear, really It is somewhere to be cherished |
| Untitled 3 |
| Sometimes, I can sit and think clearly about one thing And sometimes, I can sit here and think of nothing absolute But most times, I try to concentrate on some of the particulars And I can't. There seems to be too much information Traveling rapidly, blurred visions coming and going too fast Flashing by, giving me only a quick, short glance here and there Of a memory, a dream, or a face. The past, present and future I hurt so much when my mind will not cease long enough to dream To love, to feel, to relax, and to just be. Maybe, one day |
| Untitled 4 |
| When I write, I ask many questions To most, I never find an answer But to many, the answer comes to me As I write, or as I read what I write Others cannot answer them for me, either But, sometimes I will ask their opinions And if I ask, then that person's thoughts On the matter, are important to me If they weren't, why would I ask? THe same goes with advice. If I Aske them, I value their opinions If I don't ask, then I don't want any Is that too much to ask? I do not think! But when does MY opinion matter to me? |
| Untitled 5 (Sad Day?) |
| I cannot decide now to respond To the questions posed to my mind daily The decision to spend money that I don't have I like to give what I have to those I care for When I can, even without being asked, expected But, this is bigger; seems to go up every time Should I think this is the one situation Where I give a little, and so much is taken? I have been through that before With those who shall remain nameless And, sadly, they don't realize that they do Take me for granted; use me and abuse My trust; wondering if I will ever get to the point Where i will be able to say "No!", and not feel bad Bad, or have no conscience about it. I hope so Because one day, I may have nothing left to give Instead I will need things, from those I've helped In the past; My life may very well depend on it Will I be able to ask for help and not be shunned? Should I worry that those I care about will not Or can not help me? I hope not, for that would say That humanity is nearing its end. Sad Day!!! |
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