"Dream and Reality"

Marching battalions
On the edge of true reasons
Among fire legions of hellions,
Electromagnetic consortiums
Vaporizing carbon-base illusions.

Automation of silent hell-raising.
Daunting sleep, futurist dreamers waking.
Reality's bit laten, ablazen,
hears not, the world a shaken.
Wakes not, true dreamers' heaven.

Fear not, the worlds forgotten.
Breathes that, your daily living.

"Make a Different"

She is now sixteen….
A birthday passed without laughter or celebration.
She now sat in class, full of desperation,
Look at a world, she only see suffering.
Unable to read, a soul forsaken;
SUCCESS? - HA! -that's not in her imagination.
She dreams of release, of returning to her parents.
Of a few drop of poisons, she’ll be happy again….

A gentle hand reached out to her shoulder.
A friend, a teacher, a brother or sister.
“You are not alone; not now, not ever.
Give me your hands, we’ll walk this life together.”
Simple compassion, simple gestures;
Saved a young girl’s precious laughter.

The color of his skin is their reasons.
Lost jobs, lost lives, lost visions in daily concessions.
Terror in his sleeps while in total isolation.
Why must he live life in unjust discrimination?
Resisting the drugs he sees on the streets,
the easier life that could be his…
“What right do they have to criminalize me?”
How much longer can he resists his needs?

A person walked up and offered him a drink…
“A man is a man no matter the color of his skin.
His fortitude, his life, his everlasting ambitions;
Can’t die from fear embedded oppositions.
The true human color is not that of racism;
We can do better for our children.”

Remember

Day by day we live life wondering,
Not seeing the impacts we are making,
Hurting from inaction,
Conflicting thoughts, entrapment.

The Golden Rule supersede,
Human souls are our deeds.
Give or take, what is misery?
Suffering can be releases.

Time is an Epitaph, Life is a Verse.
Actions are Legacies, Death can be Worst.

Success

Impossible to take a STEP;
Foot faltered, fears escalated; KEPT.
Run, run, drop. Run, run, drop. DEFEAT.
Better now that you finished, COMPLETE.

The "People's" Nation

Where is the PEOPLE’s nation?

Indignation to the incantation of human suffering,

Calculated men of represented differences

Playing games of ill soul festering.

Where is the PEOPLE’s nation?

All we do is fight in ignorance,

Fears manifest our own belligerence,

Everyday struggling to live in indifference.

WHERE IS THE people’s NATION?

The Poetry Corner

"Christmas"

A time for gathering in sharing each other’s joy.
A moment of peace before the children open their toys.
A time of kinship, and of stories to be told.
About caring and giving, and memories we hold.

It is a time of remembrance of what we have.
It is a time of offering to those that lack.
It is a time to prey for the one who can’t make it home,
But lets not forget, it is a time of smiles and cheers, and the enjoyment of all to come.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone!!!

"Destiny"

When people talk of destiny, I always wonder where I’ll be.
In a far off day from now, will I stand on solid ground,
Or will I fall under, lost and unable to find a footing?
Screaming out in silence, asking for help but no one listen.
Searching for a path, but lead by confusion, no road taken.

"Forgotten"

A falling, dying leaf,
Left alone to crumple beneath unnoticing feet,
Bit by bit, weathered away, eventually no one remembers.
It is but a single leaf, there are so many others so green,
One lost is no lost, no need to whimper over such insignificant things.

"A Harsh Winter Night"

Flung open his window mid-winter night.
Cold breezes, waking dreamers, bite dreary sight.
The old man stood still, bracing the harsh wind,
Blowing him down, burning him through his skin.
But, the man would not relents to this world,
his might will not bends as his will is sure.

Worn tired hands reach out to faith so ill
the treasure sitting on the windowsill.
With a strong conviction he dares embraced
The precious baby bird, birthed and forsake,
Forgotten by faith, left alone to die,
just like he is, knowing life is not kind.

Remorse ran down the old man’s bright eyes
as he took the bird in, “Home of our kind.”

"A Love I Seek"

Be as it’s made until the day I die.
Nothing I regrets except your cries.
Egocentric, self serving, that I may be.
Your cries will always bring me to my knee.

It has always been just about me.
In life, in work, in all degrees….
Yet when I am standing next to you,
I see the “I” in life is not so true.

Standing with you, the sky will shine.
When led by you, I am not blind.
Never had I known a world so great,
Until I’m accompanied by your beauty and grace.