Its so blue, so blue its almost purple
It contains ripples that are just loitering
It has been floated on
It has been swam through
There really is no end to what you can do
Sunny days are the best
To just sit and take a rest
This is the place of which I’m found
It is so much more than just a pond
This is the place where happiness lays
Only reality can snap you from this daze
The only place that I will wake
The one and only…
My Lake
~ ALI
I walked out into the woods.
Every thing was fresh and new,
the buds just beginning to bloom
The further I went
the more exciting it became;
scary but exhilarating.
A little deeper in
and there was a flower
more beautiful then any I had seen.
It moved me.
I wanted to pick it.
I wanted it to be mine.
However once picked,
life would begin to wither.
Still I was tempted.
I decided to protect it.
Hide it from the world.
Hold it for my own.
I continued on.
The colors of the flower
embedded in my soul.
The woods became more glorious.
The sights increasingly better.
The rise ever so steady.
The road soared.
The flower’s scent faint,
but still present.
Bushes upon bushes
bursting with blooms;
one after another in a row.
Then things began to change.
The weeds and vines grew thick.
The buds turned into thorns.
It got dark.
The excitement faded.
I was lost.
It was murky.
I couldn’t see the way.
There was despair.
I plowed through,
fighting and pushing,
trying to find my way.
Twists and turns
Pitfall after pitfall
which way should I turn.
A ray of light appeared.
There was my flower
waiting for me.
Things became bright.
My heart began to race.
The exhilaration returned.
I knew I was back ok track.
Hope replaced despair.
It felt right.
I found my way
enjoying my surroundings
and the scent of my flower.
She walked past by with fair skin and red hair
Across the street, onto the sidewalk and up the stair
My heart beat fast as I darted to the house
I flew up fast, tweaked the blind as she unbuttoned her blouse
It slid off her shoulder exposing her creamy white skin
My heart beat faster, I looked away, it was a sin
Unsnap went her under garment to the floor
I opened my eyes and continued to explore
She was thin and fair and fully there for me to see
I was young, she was older and there was no chance for it to be
I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t look away
For God’s forgiveness and so she didn’t see me I did pray
What was just a few minutes felt like quite a while
Abruptly she spun her head and gave me a smile
My heart nearly stopped and out the door I went
For the next few hours in worry I spent
Throwing the ball back and forth with a friend
Then out from her doorway she did desend
My heart raced fast as she walk toward me
What would she say, did she definitely see
I stood firm but my brain with expectation did fill
If she approved that would be a thrill
The moment came and my heart did sink
She was adjacent to me, I was on the brink
She sauntered by and just gave me a wink
To heaven and back twas just a blink
The ripples undulate like that
of the flag waving.
Their sound is faint and soothing.
The rolls of the flag
can be more random and
triumphant in declaration.
The combination of the two
is mesmerizing.
They force you to think.
Would you be able to experience
the simplicity of one,
with out the presence of the other?
Yet they are often
both taken for granted.
And also overlooked
The ripples roll with freedom
and can be enjoyed
because the flag flies.
When you speak,
do so without self-interest and preservation,
but for the greater good.
When you write,
provide a genuine and honest
look into your soul.
Whether spoken or written,
It’s better to be pure of heart and misunderstood
then to be popular and deceitful.
Carry yourself with honor.
Do not succumb to the whim of comfort
or scratch the itch of satisfaction.
Delight should come from knowing,
you did the right thing,
not by showing it.
True honor occurs in silence
And never sees the light of day.
It weighs heavy and pure, which few can endure.
Yet the glow it provides shines deep within
allowing all to see.
Allowing you to be transparent.
The beam will overshadow any tout or praise.
Supplying self-satisfaction
to fuel more honorable choices.
The commencement does not give you the gleam of light
as you set out into the working world to begin your plight.
Nine to five is not what it seems commuting to your occupation.
The minutiae with the task at hand does not meet your expectation.
The day to day drudgery does not appear at first
But as the years creep by nothing could be worse
The feeling of quicksand sucking you in
The more your struggle the deeper you spin
The treachery of employment is a curse you must endure
It a punishment without an exit door
But wait, can that be true, is there no way out?
That is the case only if you are filled with doubt
If you live in fear there is no escape
to the imposed boundaries like a caged ape
Yet if you believe and like a lion roar
Their is nothing holding you back to soar
Relinquish the chains of societal presumption
And make your way for a full on assumption
That you will excel and be the one
Who through your sheer will, will get it done
Don’t let your commencement be pre dictated
Don’t fall under the employment spell and be sedated
Believe in you and soar ever high
So you an not an employee until you die.
The streets were hard the tar was hot there was no rhyme or reason
The tempers flared the people fought it was the killing season
Down the street, you heard the beat it was the sound of treason
No man was safe throughout the chase it was the killing season
The heat, the beat, the red hot street
We rolled our sleeves as we turned the keys
Out to fight we had our plight
It was the killing season.
Things went down he hit the ground
Blood was spilled to shrieks and shrills.
We all ran upon command
It was the killing season.
Futile to run and hide we were nailed dead to right
We went down to no surprise that fatal night
Too young and dumb it was just not bright
It was the killing season.
Away for good from the neighborhood
To rot till we learned our lesson
You can’t deny not one just died
It was the killing season.
The streets were hard the tar was hot there was no rhyme or reason
The tempers flared the people fought it was the killing season
Down the street, you heard the beat it was the sound of treason
No man was safe throughout the chase it was the killing season
The candles burn and the patrons yearn.
The pews are full with sorrow.
The words go dim and the people sin.
Nothing is as it appears.
Sure they pray and search for the way,
but nothing seems to click.
They kneel but do not know what they feel.
Nothing is at it appears.
Please dear God forgive as we prod,
we search for some sort of light.
There is no cure for the blur.
Nothing is at it appears.
More words fly by let’s give it a try,
nothing means anything.
The nonsense is deafening when they sing.
Nothing is as it appears.
The candles flicker and the children snicker.
The little ones know the truth.
The rest search on,
nothing is as it appears.
They feel much safer as they swallow the wafer,
but the taste is stale and dry.
As they walk back the truth goes smack,
nothing is as it appears.
They walk out all filled with doubt,
And smile as they pass by.
The candles still burn, as they still yearn
nothing is as it appears.
Steam blurred my vision as I looked past the bare limbs of a tree
Cold air pecked at my skin, but to its chagrin did not phase me
The stars were bright, despite the light off into the horizon
For the heat within bubbled strong
Caliente Caliente
The warmth screamed Caliente, like the baking hot sun
That feeling of warmth engulfed my body within and around
The wind howled and the bubbles roared but I could hear no sound
Complete peace filled my space therefore nothing disturbed the mood
But nature could not stand for it
To my dismay Ice formed, ice formed
Through it all ice formed as a gesture just to be rude
Grey daunting clouds blew in causing the sky to grow dark and dim
Their presence was unwanted, but their behavior not a sin
Then the sky spat at me as if I was not worthy
And the spit tried to pierce my skin
It could not win. It could not win
I stood firm, it could not win, infused with pride within
The wind howled through my hair and the cold beginning to burn
Caused me to doubt my plight and rethink all that I once did yearn
Yet no chance that I would waiver, just not my constitution
Warmth from the burn inside surfaced
The passion burned, my passion burned
Defeat was not an option something my foe would learn
But more importantly, something that I too learned about me
Regardless of the temperature no concession comes easily
To duel and banter are the ingredients that fuel the fire
No person, no instance deters
The fire burns, my fire burns
And until I’m in an urn the fire burns relentlessly
The coldness in the room was unphased by the fire
There was heat, but a lack of warmth
The room had sheets of plastic over the furniture
They were plastic pretending to be real
There was an unfriendly odor in the air
Even though there was motion, there was a certain stillness
Voices and chatter signifying nothing
The pleasantries were piercing
The feeling of bugs crawling on skin
The sound was dull but deafening
You have to Smile
Nod so they believe you care
Smile damn it
Show that you care
Don’t you dare scream for Help
Help
The torture that ensued was unbearable
No strikes
No screams
No pain
But unbearable
Smile, you have to smile
Nod in agreement
Smile damn it
Pretend you are happy
Help
Then a ray of light shining through a curtain
The light was hopeful
It shined on a spot on the floor that was pristine
Unblemished, Unmarked, Unassuming
Temporary relief
The wood creaked making a distracting sound
Don’t listen
Don’t hear
Create your own light
The intensity of your thoughts build a bastion
Protection from outside influence
Hours seem like months
Must escape
Free from the drudgery of the moment
Oh despair
Solitude. Interrupted
Wait, could hope be present
Is departure arriving
Squint, bright light
Fresh air hits your face with a pleasant slap
Freedom races through your veins
Screams of joy
