The Fifteenth, Jan. 15, 2011

you hate me for my color
you hate me for my faith
you hate me for my gender
you hate me for my age

I love you in spite of color
I love you in spite of faith
I love you in spite of gender
I love you in spite of age

it's time to open our eyes
it's time to open our ears
it's time to open our minds
it's time to open our hearts

we need to end the cycle
of mindless blind hate
rhetoric numbing the mind
leading away from truth

we offer freedom for all
then seek to restrict a few
claiming they are callous
our actions taught them how

we claim equality for all
when will we actually mean it
making hate meaningless
uniting us all as one nation?

The Fourteenth, Jan. 14, 2011

puzzles, mysteries and logic
all regular parts of my day
some that should NOT be
but often are anyway

puzzles to confuse me
mysteries never solved
logic is painfully missing
it seems it never evolved

some things work out
others crash and burn
with blame always passing
seems it is always my turn

it doesn't really matter
as this too shall pass
there are still the good days
with no teeth biting my ass

persevere, chin up and onward
the future looks bright
as I look into the future
seeing the much nearer light

The end of this tunnel approaches
cessation of the particular pain
the door to a better tomorrow
unless its only the train

Lucky 13, Jan. 13, 2011

Have you ever wondered?

about anything, really?

I wonder all the time

I wonder where, why, how

then wonder why I wonder

sometimes I seek to learn

the wonder usually comes after

I see or hear, old or new

and I finally take the time to think.....

The Twelfth, Jan. 12, 2011

Preface: It was brought to my attention that Valentine's day is coming up soon and I was asked if I will be doing a soppy romantic poem for that day. I can't say for sure yet, but be warned that a few of that type may flow freely from my mind during this year.


True friends are never lost
and they never go away
distance isn't important
it is when we stop caring

have you ever let one go
by neglect or carelessness
getting too busy in you
to remember they exist?

my heart aches sometimes
eyes swell with tears unshed
as I recall the ones forgotten
for too many memories missed

I still think of them sometimes
wondering where and how
smiling to recall the past
good and bad alike are gems

regrets accomplish nothing
time only flows one way
so time to look around me
and treasure who remains

The Eleventh, Jan. 11, 2011

eleven days in and feeling blank
all my thoughts seem to rehash
so many new areas as yet untouched
yet I cannot seem to see them

creativity is not a switch, sadly
something to turn on or off
there is no magic wand to wave
each new thought is born

some are quick deliveries
relatively no pain in creating
while other ideas will not come
I need a better inducement therapy

sources of inspiration surround me
but they are quiet and do not speak
or perhaps I am just moving too fast
unable to hear the gentle whispers

the way of life, we always rush
hurry hurry to win the race
he who dies with the most toys wins
but it depends on what the prize is

sitting still and opening my ears
shutting my lips, waiting to hear
writing what comes to my hands
and behold, it flows to the page

creativity continues to baffle
still not understanding the muse
perhaps there really is none
or perhaps it is all things

The Tenth, Jan. 10, 2011

Short and sweet and too the point



Simple diversity unites
the complex consistency
that makes up the standard
from which change springs

The Ninth, Jan. 09, 2011

Troubles stretch across the land
self-centered society is blind
needs of others not in the mind
individualism is out of hand

disaster strikes and hearts pour caring
donations of aid flow to the needy
most going to hands of the greedy
seeking more power, not the sharing

then the story leaves front pages
and for the victims, hope is gone
society forgets, quietly moves on
putting hearts back in their cages

casual giving to help the needy
is often more than simple charity
when motives cause no disparity
with the selfish and the greedy

renting forgiveness of our sin
through giving a material token
and a kind word, softly spoken
before returning to the world within

a facet of our lives we can't deny
the heart of propaganda we are fed
a ring in our nose by which we are led
a thing worth having is something we buy

charities understand and use this
telling us how it takes just a dime
as we are spending so little time
we soothe with money then dismiss

the world outside ourselves is real
not something that comes and goes
sitting right there in under our nose
we need to close out self and start to feel

it is time to step out of our shell
become part of the world we live in
one small step is how we begin
random acts of caring, our guilt dispel

life in side walls is incomplete
society of self will fade and fall
we need to remember life means all
sharing together, no need to compete

living life for instant gratification
no thought for any tomorrow
can only lead to long term sorrow
not only for people, but also a nation

power corrupts with desire for more
need to dominate drives motivation
only self gain fuels inspiration
while morality ends up becoming poor

we need to live as one small part
of a world made whole by many
through caring and helping any
giving the real gift, sharing our heart