Sirens

Every time a beautiful girl greats me with love,
I wonder so much.
Is she genuine?
Does she really care?
Do I have some connection that I do not understand?
I try not to be narrow.
I try to be open.
But I look at this great gift of love,
And this I should remember.
Deny a gift for so long or try to ignore it,
The gift will go away
And never come back.

Embrace the love,
Embrace the beauty.
You see it in all dimensions,
Love it in every way.

The Greatest Gift Ever Given

It greets friends.
It connects strangers.
It gives confidence.
It shows appreciation without saying a word.
It makes you enjoy life.
It brings you up even when you do not know it.
It comforts a small child to confide in you.
It connects the sexes.
It brings world peace.
It makes the most timid person blush.
It makes a small card worth a million dollars.
It soothes the wound.
The gift I talk is a smile.
Would it be nice if everyone had the gift?

Do I Question Heaven?

Each time I enter paradise,

There is always a barrier,

Always the fine print.

It looked so beautiful, so perfect,

Yet I cannot get in.

I yearn to break the wall,

I yearn to find my way.

I want to grasp the golden ring.

Now I have learned,

I have grown.

But I will always remember,

The next time I go after what I want

I will truly get my dream.

Do I Question Heaven?

Each time I enter paradise,

There is always a barrier,

Always the fine print.

It looked so beautiful, so perfect,

Yet I cannot get in.

I yearn to break the wall,

I yearn to find my way.

I want to grasp the golden ring.

Now I have learned,

I have grown.

But I will always remember,

The next time I go after what I want

I will truly get my dream.

My Cats

They are my closest friends,
My greatest teachers.
They show me love,
As much as their adorable faces.
They are playful,
They are young.
In the personification of cute,
They are my hope.

Time

The world runs as fast as a race,
Yet I stand still in the process.
I feel I miss all
Without taking advantage of the opportunities.
But life is like a bull's eye.
The right opportunity is when you should take the shot.
Do not be hasty,
Do not waste.
Bull's eyes are rare but beautiful.

What Rules the World

Money that buys out the poorer person.

Majority ruling on the belief of a popular choice.

People get flamboyant with their acts,

Without paying attention to their own efforts.

People ruled by fame instead of conscience.

The high overpower the low.

The bullies pick on the weaker victims.

Is this what rules the world?

I thought what ruled the world was heart,

Doing what is right

And following a code of virtue.

Goodness rules, not evil,

For evil will always fail in the end.

You are Beautiful

I don't care if you are inaccurate.

I don't care if you're a tomboy.

I don't care if you're an oval or a circle.

I don't care where you come from or what you were.

I don't even care if you have a coconut cream pie-in-the-face.

You are good.

You are perfect.

You are a princess.

And I will always love you.

Like you should love yourself.

Requiem for Bravery

Leaders fight for a word with no meaning,

People work with ego and no teamwork.

The reputation means more than the people behind it.

There are more kings than there are those who serve,

And they are stubborn to get rid of the crown.

They serve a false word, and mend it with band-aids.

They fight with no side and end in chaos.

People hear without listening,

They leap without looking,

They lead without seeing,

ENOUGH!

If we truly experience bravery,

We must look into our hearts.

We must give with our bodies, minds, and, hearts 100%,

And then give 100% more.

And give not just for the sake of God, country, and man,

But for the sake of the giving itself.

And we must do it with love,

For that is a special kind of courage.

When you help your fellow man,

You are helping God’s friend.

Is that not what we all are?

We should not be afraid to learn.

We are students and teachers in this world,

With God as our principal.

We all cannot fix the world,

But it is up to us to help out.

Everyone can reach beyond expectations,

We just got to love.

Disaster

Huddled up in a tranquil mass,

Darkened silence fills the room,

Prayers that nature does not punish our home,

We live in fear of an angry wind.

A curse of the season,

A curse of the land,

We do not choose the time of the storm.

We fear for our lives,

The only thing to do is to hold the ones we have close.

When we exit, our fears are realized,

Trees are down, our home is wrecked,

All our possessions are gone.

We are left with nothing.

No one is there to help us,

No one can get us out of this mess.

At least we have each other,

But do each other feed us?

Warm us?

Shelter us?

Stop!  We must rationalize!

The charities come and help us.

A cot in a large tent,

Without privacy, but at least a roof.

Warm food to nourish us.

It may not be home, but it is all we have.

This may not be home, but it is all we have.

This seems to lasts for months, years,

Is there hope?

Is there hope?

Then a goodness of people gives us a place to live.

A miracle!

Thank you people!

Thank you charities!

Thank you God!

There may be others without such help,
But I am grateful for what I have,

And I am willing to give my share to the less fortunate.

9/7/05

Fairest of Them All

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,

Who’s the Fairest of them all?

The lady is the one who holds my heart.

Quiet and fair,

Peaceful in all content,

She teaches the next generation with a zeal for life.

She listens and understands children for she has one.

She is truly Snow White,

And I’ll do my best to be her Prince Charming.

Departed

You are gone my dear friend.

How can I say good-bye?

I never had the chance to say what I wanted to say,

We can never take walks again,

We can never talk,

I feel a part of me is ripped out, never to be seen.

Thee only things I have are of the past,

Memories of times in which we are together.

For it is those that I cherish.

For that, mortality can never take away love.

A Canoe up the North River

Early one Saturday morning,

In a warm July sky,

We walk up to Mary’s to set up our canoe to the river.

My friend and I would take our supplies to the crust,

And prepare for our adventure.

We would be pushed by the bigger boats,

As a way of giving a nudge to intimidate us.

But we would not falter.

We would travel our canoe up the salty water,

With each of us staying sure in our direction.

If it would not be for my friend,

The road would be too hazardous,

Too lonesome.

We share stories of our kids,

And our lives as kids as we guide pass the rocks.

We know our faults, but we love them anyways.

As the canoe hit rough waters, I wonder if we would make it.

My friend gives me the confidence,

As he leads through the rocks and waves.

Our teamwork saves the day.

Thank you, my friend.

Now the time has past.

My friend is gone.

There are no trips to the North River.

No sense of adventure of present and future.

But what I will honor were those trips,

Where we shared our memories.

All in a magical canoe.

Down With P.C.

We do our best to love one another,

To respect other cultures and lifestyles.

But what happens when one lifestyle clashes with another?

You can’t do something because we do not like it.

Simple words that have carried tradition now replaced by hate

Forced to hide into nothingness.

Simple acts of kindness are now seen as acts of defiance.

We cannot celebrate because what we believe is what they offend.

Culture clashes have become culture wars.

If we truly want to be a loving world,

We should not only accept new things,

But roll with the punches of what they don’t understand.

Remember we are human and not angels nor devils.

If we truly want to love then we must learn to accept it.

Good or not.

Peace

Two people disagreeing.

It may start off as a quarrel,

But it could escalate into something much worse.

As friends take sides, family,

Then people who do not know you get affected.

And what is worse, there will be nothing left to fight.

The secret is peace,

To understand what another is going through,

To respect one’s problems,

And not to force peace like a spear,

For that never brings lasting peace.

Guide it like wings of a dove.

Do not be afraid to listen, as well,

You never know what heart you may find unburied.

As Close As Touch

At first love was like visible puzzle piece,

To the parents’ and the classes’ as visible as can be.

But yet neither a visible thing nor a simple one.

Yet like an onion, each layer is peeled by the generations.

First it was arrangement,

Then it was class,

Soon nationality took the mix to make love a melting pot.

Then it were things that were noticeable to an artist’s brush,

An inch, a wrinkle, color, not even who they were,

It did not matter to love.

As we progress to the current generation,

I thought we fully understand human emotion

But since we are afraid to touch and get involved with our feelings,

I fear this great barrier would only widen for the next generation.

Only until we understand to be human can we truly break the wall.

Butterflies

Pretty moving pictures floating in the air,

Each showing hope to all who may see.

Free as they are untouched by the fist of man.

Fragile, yet strong enough to conquer the mighty cocoon.

They break me from their shell to kiss the sun.

To see their beauty is as delicate as they are pretty.

Stars

Star-crossed across the world,

Star-crossed so everyone can see.

One meant for many,

It joins the heavens in paradise.

It shines, it glows,

It dances with moons to sing the song of night.

Being Single

Looking for love in any place possible,

But knowing where your limitations can lead.

You try to remain optimistic,

Hoping not for too much.

But all your hopes.

Settling can lead to nightmares,

And forcing love is not right either.

Some make it as if love is like a lottery ticket,

With the hopes that luck and hope will bring you to that girl.

I am not saying it to be insensitive,

Just experience.

There are many times many people wonder,

“Why cannot love come to me?”

I ask the same question,

I wish for a room could be filled for all the single people in the world.

And you could match them to the same specifications,

But until then, singles will wander the world.

Looking for someone to be connected with.

Judgments

Why do we think that life’s too easy for some?

Or do we blame someone for something they cannot control.

We find blame as an easy friend,

So why do we fight them violently or not.

Rarely do we stop and look at the outcomes,

Nor do we look at the consequences.

We may find that a person is mean,

We rarely ask why?

I ask why?  Why judge?

Is it survival?  Is it the need to protect ourselves?

But if we keep putting ourselves in the shielding egg,

How can we experience life?

Employment

Trifling with want-ads every morning,

Seeking acceptance in check that we were not earned.

Looking at help in things you do not want to do,

But have no choice.

But to live with that choice is to live with that for a while.

So you go to school,

Learn skills to make you better at a job of your choice.

But you must go through the boss in order to do it.

And even that takes skills, falling from the sky.

Once you get the job you must follow a standard.

The job becomes another world.

You come home with something of value,

A sense of worth.

Vows

When ones take a vow on the altar,

They are not just making a promise,

They are making a bond.

They are making a shield if one gets in trouble.

They are a beacon if one is in danger.

They are a shoulder to lean on if one cries.

They will not quit on each other, even when the chips are down.

They praise one’s strengths and respect their weaknesses.

They talk about problems.

In other words, they are one.

Fly

I stand at my nest.

It has been years since I left.

Mother has squawked about the risks,

About no one helping me.

“I could fall, I could get hurt, and I could break something.”

I want to get out.

I even think about sneaking out at night,

But my conscience acts as my mom’s spy.

Giving me guilt of the hunters down below.

So I stay in my nest.

Letting myself get heavy, while all my brothers fly away.

One day, I sit in my nest alone.

My family is nowhere in sight.

I cannot stand the loneliness,

I cannot stand the boredom.

So I ignore mom’s spy and leave my nest for the day.

So I stand at the branch,

I give a running start, with my wings open.

And I leap.

What is this?

Am I off the ground?  Who is holding me?

Who cares!

I feel free!

I lert the wind guide my body around.

I dance with God and listen to him talk.

There is fear, but with it comes control.

I command myself, but the wind holds my wings.

When I see trouble I know how to avoid it.

Reality is not hell, it is a pallet,

Painted by fate, uncontrolled by me.

But I know when to stop as I head back to the nest.

My mom maybe mad, but like it or not,

Even little ones must leave their nest.

Cheer

Helping the warriors of the sport,

Gleaming in high spirits even when their team is down,

Their call and dance rallies the crowd.

They are the leaders of the fans,

But they are so much more.

Their agility and dancing bring hope to the worried team.

They train like warriors on the field,

They are athletes themselves,

They are the messengers of the fans to say,

"We believe in you."