T'is the Season

Deep in the corner there stood a strange tree

with an unusual effect

it was talking to me.

It had these bright shiny ornaments on all of it's boughs

and an angel on top

not allowing my drowse.

The lights flashed so softly, it was a comforting glow

announcing the season,

letting me know.

T'is the time now for giving it's arrived once again

but why just at Christmas

the poor we have with us my friend.

Why is it we seem to ignore this all year

and only equate it

to eight tiny reindeer.

The needs of the poor who are human like us

are so easily forgotten

why's our giving so brusque.

Do we not care about those hungry and cold

haven't we learned

or have we just gotten old.

It could have been me, no it could have been us

that others ignored

and thrown under the bus.

I'm lucky enough to have not gone over that ridge

while others are barely surviving

living under a bridge.

Do we let them go hungry, do we let them stay cold

are we so blind we can't see

it could have been us in that mold.

That's why it's always the time whether we're from suburbs or hood

that we be working together

for the worlds common good.

Our Children, Gone in a Moment

Children gone

in the blink of an eye.

I sit here weeping,

wondering why.

So much now is lost

that will never be found.

As the blood of our children

now covers the ground.

It's not just those

of Aurora and Newtown.

But also in war zones

making us frown.

This killing goes on

it's totally senseless.

With most of the victims

completely defenseless.

The victims are children,

fathers and mothers.

Not only those killed

but sisters and brothers.

Lives changed forever

in ruins in a shamble.

Survivors left behind

who can only mutter and ramble.

For where has this world gone,

how deep has it sunk.

With the actions of many

treating life as mere junk.

How did we get here,

which road did we take.

This path to destruction

why weren't we awake.

Is there an answer,

can we return?

To a life as we knew it

a life with concern.

Concern for our neighbor

not only next door.

But for those we've not met yet

our love should out-pour.

The Gospel of Love

They've a gospel of love

but that's only within.

To folks who are just like them

with skin oh so thin.

If you tell them that others

around them teach love.

They'll deny it and say

love only comes from above.

Though they may believe true

in their heart and their mind

to them “from above”

has it's limits that bind.

If you don't think just like them,

your beliefs not the same.

In their eyes you are evil

as you don't play their game.

They deny love exists

outside of their God.

Feel their faith may be shaken,

they remain quite tight jawed.

But the truth of the matter,

true love comes from within

and to me what this shows,

is their faith's pretty thin.

So if love resides in us

our outside will show it.

Not confined to the few

but be shared without limit.

True Friends

True friends they are precious

that's why there are so few.

How many folks out there

will drop all just for you.

For the most part we're selfish

that's just how we are.

Our priorities are held close

seldom traveling very far.

But once in a while

one may come along.

Open your eyes and your heart

they'll emerge from the throng.

So if you're lucky to find one

you should count yourself blessed.

For the bond you will find there

will survive any test..

A New Dawn

A new dawn breaks,

over the rich and the poor,

in this land we wake to it's call.

Though many it seems,

think it's only for them,

this day has been given to all.

It should not matter,

the color or creed,

the gender or position in life.

For we all have the right,

to expect to be treated,

as our child, our husband or wife.

Yes the dawn brings to us,

a joyous new day,

one that offers a brand new chance.

The opportunity arrives,

for to start life anew,

whether at work, at home or romance.

It's not like this doesn't happen,

with each brand new day,

this really is not something new.

For life offers a new chance,

with each new dawn,

it's call is not just for me, it's for you.

So today, look around,

view the world with new eyes,

show respect, give each person their due.

You'll find your heart filled,

in a way you've not known,

while this dawn molds and reinvents you.

I'm Not Disabled

With the loss of an eye

comes a deep and dark sorrow.

The self pity you feel

doesn't leave by the morrow.

Feeling sorry for self

really does you no good,

it's not like your life's over

your loss is misunderstood.

There's a time of adjustment

that seems far too long,

such as depth perception

you're always an inch wrong.

Peripheral vision

is removed from one side

you bump into many things

that you come up beside.

But those things you don't see

aren't the things now that matter.

It's the things that you do see

you should keep on your platter.

When you still have one eye

you can see to your needs

you need not be held back

this disability misleads.

It gives you the chance

to accept and reflect

just how good that you have it

that your life's not been wrecked.

You can walk and still talk

you can drive and play ball

you can still watch your grandchildren

as they grow strong and tall.

You see, your life is not over

and there's no need to cry

you're not really disabled

it's all been a lie.

So now I sit thankful

for this lesson I've learned

seeing all of life's beauty

found every way that I turn.

Words Without Muse

When words go away

leaving you nothing to say

emptiness fills you.

Your life still goes on

as you're used as a pawn

yet nothing feels right.

So what can you do

when inspiration leaves you

it cannot be forced.

As I have tried here

to force these words without muse

my point is made clear.

And now here I sit

the emptiness has not left

my direction lost.