Witnessing the End

The sun rises

it also sets sets

each day passes

with growing threats

A world at war

no peace is found

the people suffer

hope is drowned

The sound of weapons

no sleep at night

rockets and missiles

increase the fright

But this violence is not found

on the battlefield alone

we have these senseless killings

right here at home

Will we see tomorrow

or be dead by dawn

and you ask why

so faces are drawn

This present day violence

should make us mad

but my lack of hope for mankind

is what makes me sad

Can man ever change

can he curb his hate

or have we gone too far

and it's now too late

How many more sun rises

will we see it set one more time

will there be more days to pass

or has man reached the end of his line

Giving Up is Not an Option or This One's For Me

I tried to read

my eyes so tired

the words

not much more than a blur on a sea of white

(did you know that having only one eye

you often cannot see past the floaters)

Occasionally they would clear but the story was all but lost

Do I back up and try again

or just quit

put the book down

give up

move on to mindless entertainment

The imagination is so far more desirable

The pictures the mind can paint

the completeness of the intent of the writer

the book so superior to the movie

(how often the transition of the story is missed

movies seldom do books proper justice)

How I yearn to be able to once again

sit and read for hours on end

allowing the art of the author to take me on a trip

trips that I have missed since that loss

The words have been shared

“never give up”

shouldn't they be remembered in all matters of our lives

I think maybe that it's time to go back and try again

I think, maybe I wrote this for me

It's All About Lust

Money, power

I gotta get some

if I ain't got the two

I just ain't the one

Week as a kitten

without any claws

what could I ever do

with two useless paws

Just give me the money

I'll buy me that power

I'll hit the ground running

and it won't take an hour

Don't get in my way

as I go on this run

I promise you now

you won't find it fun

I want what I want

I'll do whatever it takes

if it means burying you

it'll take less than two shakes

My lust is for power

you cannot deny me

how can you say that I'm evil

I'll have it, you'll see

The man used to care

his humanity meant all

but his lust for that power

had brought his great fall

There's more to life than power

success is not about money

those statements may seem strange

don't laugh, it ain't funny

Too much money and power

corrupt simple men

erasing their kindness

that they had back then

Often making them monsters

losing sight of who they were

and their pasts, they became

not much more than a blur

No love left in their heart

their humanity lost

not a show of any kindness

lust for power has a cost

The Eagle and His Dinner

Soaring high above the earth the eagle spotted it's dinner.

The rabbit, earthbound was minding to his own dinner

munching on grasses and leaves.

He was unaware of the danger that was far above him

The sharp eye of the eagle,

the silence of his lofty soar

gave the great bird an awesome advantage.

The great hunter dove toward the ground,

talons open,

ready to grasp onto his prey

and in an instant the rabbit was his.

The strong wings carried the eagle and his dinner high into the air.

Far from his nest, seeking the solace of his home to enjoy dinner

he climbed ever higher.

Spreading his wings to ride the thermals he lost altitude.

Again using his strong wings he ascended to the height needed

and again he found himself dropping back toward the ground.

This rabbit that he held onto in his talons

he found to be too much for him to hold onto and soar as he had hoped to.

He found himself struggling to fly.

The great bird began to wonder why he had chosen a meal so large.

The baggage of this rabbit had changed his life.

It was not for the good.

Baggage has No Place in the Talons of Eagles

To fly with the eagles

carrying baggage in hand

limits our heights

we must understand

With our wings always flapping

there's no way we can soar

when our minds tells your hearts

we must hang on to a some more

We're held back by that baggage

it keeps us close to the ground

with cluttered up lives

there's no real freedom found

Letting go of that baggage

will rewrite our life's story

and we can then soar with those eagles

when our hearts have no worry

His Story

He told of his life

all that went before him was included

he claimed that it had all been passed down

from parents

from their parents

and ancestors from far back

Another man

told me of his life

he too included

all that went before him

the tale also had been relayed through the ages

passed down through the generations

Their lives

the lives of their ancestors

had crossed

time and time again

yet their truth of those times

came across as quite different

I have decided that

we will always have more than one tale

we will always have more than one viewpoint

and we will always refer to these tales as

History

Political Correctness

Political correctness

is not for the masses

it's just always political

being used by the asses

to garner your vote

and get them elected

then they cast you aside

so sorry, rejected