I Can See!

I can see!
Thank Ben Franklin,
I can see!
Oh,
that two pieces of glass
can change my sight,
that is amazing!
Astounding.
Thanks be to God.

Chocolate

Chocolate, sugar
happiness in a wrapper.
A treat for a smile.

Listen to the Sounds

Listen to the sounds
of your country.
It is dying.
Listen to the sounds
of your government.
It is corrupt.
Listen to the sounds
of your countrymen.
They are burdened.

Your rights are fading
as minorities claim special rights
that they alone receive.
The Constitution is forced to bow
to people that seek to segregate them selves
in "trying to eliminate discrimination."

Tolerence is the name of the game,
Tolerence is Death's new moniker.

Change your beliefs,
Change your thought,
Curb your tongue,
Kill your God,
Kill yourself,
or they will call you mean names.

But scream your beliefs,
Verbalize your thoughts,
Unleash your tongue,
Worship your God,
And truely be yourself
(And let none stand in your way)
and watch those that would tear America
fade like the morning mist.

The founders,
that worked so hard
and risked so much,
are their efforts for nothing?
The first mitlita,
that died for freedom,
that died for independance,
that died for a fledgling nation,
are their deaths now for naught?

Children

Can you hear
the laughter of children?
Can you hear
their delighted cries?
Simple joys,
Simple games,
Pass the time.
Pass the fun.

In Love

In love,
so competely in love!
I can see straight
can't write straight in love!
Hold me
in your arms again,
let me feel your heart again,
I never thought that I
could feel this way,
about you.

I am Waiting

I am waiting.
Waiting for myself.
I need to get my head on straight,
To realize where I am going.
To realize where I want to go.
To figure out who I want to follow.

I am waiting.
Waiting for a sign.
I need to know what I am doing is right.
I won't stop of praise,
I won't stop unless I am wrong.
Am I wrong?

I am waiting,
Waiting to do something truly big.
I need to know that my God is real,
That this is His path for me,
That this is His plan for me,
That this will not fail.

All things are possible with God.
But is He with me on this?

Humor at Night

Humor at night
is often the greatest humor of all.
Late night
brings out laughter.
Something about lack of sleep
makes cheesy Disney SitComs that much funnier.

In the Morning

In the morning,
the dew lays upon the grass,
so soft,
so silent.
The sun begins to rear his sleepy head,
banishing the moon for the day,
and his rays angelicize the trees
behind whom he rises.
The city stirs to life,
casting off the hours of quiet
that follow the parties,
and prelude the work day.

But I don't notice.
I'm asleep.

Wallflower

I want to get to know you,
to know who you are.
I want to be in your confidence,
to be on your list of friends.
But my tongue will not obey me,
my courage flees too fast.
And so I'll stand in the corner with a smile,
hoping you'll notice me.

Missing Day

I missed a day,
forgot a day.
It shall not be remembered.
Whatever happened
upon that day?
My memory's been dismembered.

The Past Echoes

The past echoes.
Listen to it repeat
it's lessons day after day,
year after year,
leader after leader.
Some listen.
Some turn a deaf ear
to that which could make them great.

Starve Love

Starve Love.
Leave him alone,
cold,
outside the gates of your heart.
Kill Love.
Leave him destitue,
broken,
without you.
Stifle Love,
Do not let him call out,
make a sound,
that could save him.

For Love,
though selfless,
will take everything.

Sister's Day

Who needs to celebrate it
when Selena says?
I can celebrate it whenever I want
(by losing badly to my sister at Wii tennis).

This Path

After years,
we touched through e-mail.
After nothing,
there came something.
And it was so simple,
so easy.
It was as if the time passed
had not.
Ah,
what would have been my fate
if I had stayed?
What path would this friendship have taken?
I do not know.
But this path is good enough.

History Was Made Today

History was made today,
many years ago.
Men stood and walked upon the moon
Soviets were our foe.

We defeated them many times
The Wild West, she won.
The mighty East came crashing down
Many died to kill that one.

Remember, today,
Along with Armstrong's name
That one small step for all mankind
Brought one eternal fame.

I Stopped in the Graveyard to Think

I stopped in the graveyard to think today.
I brought flowers.
As if flowers could ease my guilt for something
I couldn't have stopped.
Could bring you back.
Could move that man thirty minutes later
Or twenty blocks north.
As if flowers could turn back time
And I could hold you in my arms
And tell you not to go.

When I think about your death,
Your murder,
I think about you.

And that is the worst part of all.

Sunday

This Sunday was a strange one,
Full of stife to say the least.
We were missing two guards at the pool today,
And firefighters had a feast.

I didn't make it to church today,
I was sorry for that mistake.
Stress pushed on me the entire day
And my happiness felt fake.

But I made it through successfully
with prayer and a bit of luck.
And the next time a frisbee flies at me
I'll know better than to duck.

Summer Sun

It is that time of year again,
The sun kisses some,
While others marry it.
People bronze their skin
As they laugh
And play,
Or read a book under the glow of the sun.
But those that play at the pool,
Do they ever notice the watchful gaze
Of the people in red,
Guarding their lives?

How Dare You

How dare you accuse me
of a small worldview!
And in such a manner!
You,
who have lived in the same place
your whole life,
while I have changed cultures once,
and that is not a time I like to remember.
How dare you!
You that knows me
How dare you.
For some strange reason,
I did not think that such treason
would come from you.

Rain

Memory is a strange thing.
I can remember every lunch code I have ever had
4005 enter
11056
104949
and my libasry card number from sith grade
23149007141524
but not a password I made just last week.

You can choose what you remember.
My seventh grade year was tough
and I usually choose to remember the bad things
as if that will justify my pain.

But some memories you don't pick.
Whenever it rains,
I hear the seventh-grade talent show again
when this girl sang a self written song:
"Rain,
oh rain
stop fallin' down on me
'cause I'm losin' my grip
and I'm startin' to slip
and I'm afraid I'm going to drown."

There's a Light

There's a light
In the distance.
It shines bright,
Brighter than a star.
I cannot hope to reach it,
And yet I try.
Oh,
Let me fall in pursuit
Of something greater than I.

Nighttime Conversations

It's late at night,

we should both be asleep.

But I can't stop talking to you.

Can't stop-

loving-

you.

Why?

You are the best friend I have had,

probably ever.

You've seen me through think and thin,

from wallflower to bold rose,

from small-time writer

to a poet with a blog.

I don't want to ruin these nighttime conversations over the Internet,

where all we see are words.

And yet there is no miscommunication.

You and I know each other too well for that.

Rules

This is a place for poetry,
And sometimes prose.
What the rules are
One can only suppose.

Obey grammer,
Obey spelling.
But if I differ,
You'll only know in telling.

Introduction

With a poet's dying breath,
I sing to you.
The pages are faded,
The ages are tainted.
And yet one who the world has hurt
Lives.
And breathes.
And hopes.
She does not scorn,
She is not bitter.
For there really is a light at the end of the tunnel,
As long as there are people brave enough
To seek it.