New Year's Eve Love

As the Baby Year Ball drops,

I think of you.

That my first thought is to see your beautiful face.

Your warmth of the hug,

The moistness of the first kiss.

My only substitute,

A picture of you.

Something to hold for now,

But how much I hope for the real thing.

Her Legs

As long as the Nile,

And as soft as a golden stream.

Seeing her walk in all directions

Puts my heart a patter.

Even when I look from behind,

I know she is there.

And when she walks to,

I am eager in anticipation.

And the to is much better than the fro.

Thinking of You by Mistletoe

As I look at the sweet berry,

I wish you were with me.

As your kiss is as sweet as candy,

And as warm as a fireplace.

All I can do is imagine,

And thy Christmas sweetheart

Is right by my side.

Christmas in the City

Lights decorated like stars,

Snow covers like marshmallow.

Carolers sing like birds,

Giving sound to the holidays.

The fashionable tree is the king of the square.

Love is spread as people are a little more friendlier.

And at the church,

It's king is asleep in the manger,

Showing the meaning of the holiday.

Timeless

Our time together

Is my best memory of you.

I dream of your smile,

Your long, flowing hair,

Your soft touch.

It feels like paradise.

I dream of you everyday.

To see that joy,

And embrace that happiness.

That is truly timeless.

My Sweet Dove

My sweet dove,
Whose touch is heavenly,
How do thy miss you.
Eternal questions,
Looking at memories.
Have you forgotten me?
I should never think you have.
For each time I look at your face
I see the glow in your eyes.
The next time we meet,
I look forward to your touch
And be with you all over.

Do We Have to Agree to be Free?

I may not like what you like.
I may not honor what you honor.
I may not eat what you eat.
I may not think what you think.
Do we have to be at war over differences?
Is it a crime to have different thoughts?
I may not have all the votes,
But I am happy,
I do not nor wist not any harm.
I want to live my life.
Anyway, would it be fair if I call you a villain
If we are different in style.

Honesty

We used to value the truth,
We always showed how we feel
Or who we are.
We know if someone cares.
We show pride, humility, friendship.
We know what happens when the picture was clear.
Now, we abuse.
We want funny names or none at all,
We get addicted at times when we should not.
And we do find out,
We act like riots.
We turn the truth not into facts,
But to editorials to support us.
It has to be a story,
It has to kiss ass.
It has to be anything,
But what it is.
Pretty soon, we will not believe anybody.
No honor,
No peace,
No love,
No facts.
Just a wonderland of a mess,
Where everything is topsy-turvy,
And we just do not give a damn.

Hero

A hero would stand on his own,
His morals,
His ideals,
His bravery.
He would do the impossible.
Move an army with two hands,
Is not addicted to his image.
He lived alone or together with no regrets.
Nowadays, image is everything,
What his boss says,
What his friends say,
What the media represents.
Everybody wants more than a piece of the pie.
I fear the word "hero" will soon be extinct,
If not, maybe a sin.
We can strive to be heroes,
And nothing to show we are,
All we need is to do dare the impossible,
And have a lot of heart.

To See Who I Am

To see my journey,

From babe, to child, to student, to man;

I see all I amassed and accomplished.

I know what I can do,

I know my limitations.

But yet they see the obstacle

Not my growth.

I yearn not for respect,

Not for pity.

I want my opportunity,

A moment to shine.

And I will prove my greatness then.

A Town Called Hell

In a town that is a prison,

No way to expand.

No one to talk to.

Nearly every friend is gone or conformed.

The closest to paradise is like a journey.

I can only shrink in my own box.

Long have I wish to reach that golden place.

But for now I wait for my haven.

A Belle So Far Away

I miss you my sweet.
Off on my native journey,
Your smile is always on my mind.
You wait for me at the hall.
As your girls remind you of me being there.
I keep a picture of our happiness
To keep me sane.
I look forward to our meet.
And to hug you once again.
Until then,
Remember our soft embrace of our hug.

The Victim in the School

A folk walking down the halls,
Vultures trying to pick on live meet.
The scurvier runs and runs,
But cannot escape.
Nothing to seen but cacti and ignorant chameleons.
If one picks off the bird, he is seen as a terror,
But asking is like communicating in a language unknown.
The wayward must think not of the perception of others,
But the survival of self.
As long as he does not act like an atom bomb.

The Gift-giver

A man came to village
All covered up in scarf, hat, and coat.
He came bringing bundles of joy to the people.
He was adored as hero,
A saint among men.
Kids behaved as angels,
To be given the gifts.
They showed their love.
They honored him,
And he felt like he was with family.
Then the requests got too much,
Too detailed,
Too elaborate,
Too big.
Then the people never cared,
And when they did,
They asked what side is he on?
Even when he said everyone,
It was not enough.
The stranger was scared,
Have they taken him for granted?
See him as a mascot, not a man.
Soon he left forever,
Asking if he gave the world,
Would the still want more
And drive him, then,
Into insanity and hatred.

The Season of Peace

It is a season that the cold air
Can bring out the warmth in people.
A couple sitting by a lit fireplaces,
Snuggling and kissing with mistletoe.
People laughing and chatting together over some hot toddy.
When a little clank means so much to person in need.
When people who do not know each other
Are brought together in joy.
And even as the ball drops,
The time will soon come to lovers.
When a little card of red can be sign saying, "I love you."
When the softer tones of togetherness meet in a dance.
A season when those close spend time with one another.
If we can have it for a season,
Why not a year?
Or life?

The True Gift

One day to the big day,
And I am confused as Sonny the Bird,
What do I give one I love?
Do I give her something at a whim,
Only to end in an air ball?
Do I make something,
And not know why?
Do I send nothing,
And say I?
The true gift comes from knowing the person you love.
Who she is,
What is her,
What is best?
If you think nothing,
Then you are less creative as simpleton,
As even they know art.
Embrace the mystery,
Love the search,
Respect who you give.
Because gifts are like art.
You have to paint the right picture,
Make the sound sculpture,
In order to make the masterpiece.

Holiday Definitions

When we celebrate one,
Do we really need to decipher?
The pluses are different,
Responsibilities vary.
Decorations come in many forms.
The performance is unique.
The why is so many.
But one is clear,
We all love,
We all give.
We are one.
Let us not divide our love.
This is one big party,
With an ending that makes the ball drop.

Child on Fire

A playground filled with sounds of children

Interrupted by sounds of war,

A boy may imagine facing Cobra and Black Bart,

Girls dream of Middle Ages and fairy tales,

But when spoiled adults play their toys,

Youth thinks of one thing,

Running away from the monster.

This is a beast like no other.

Who takes away innocence,

He is made of fire and lead.

Feared by all,

Worshiped by many.

Yet people ask,

How do you conquer the beast?

With  another Godzilla?

Being its buddy?

Banishing it?

There is no answers,

Only fear.

A Rose by the Table

As I enter the day,

A lady in orange waits by the table.

With her, a single red rose.

Her eyes catch me as a hunter to a prey.

As I sit, her soft, warm hands touch mine.

She whispers the sweetest things.

I get lost in the music of joy as I close my eyes.

When I open, Alas!

She is gone.

But the rose remains,

Our reminder of togetherness.

I wait thee 

Lady of the rose.

The Cherished Sirens

As I come across the ragged sea,
I see two beautiful women at the angry sea.
They are as beautiful as daffodils in the green grass.
I see them
I cannot break from the sight.
All of a sudden, the mighty storm comes.
Are they illusions,
Used to get sailors off their true paths?
Do I be tempted to fall under their spell?
Then, a miracle of miracles,
As the sea parts
A light shine as a beacon.
I follow it as a puppy to a boy.
Then I come to shore,
My sip safe and undamaged.
Then i see two dames
With beauty that tempts a male virgin,
And hair as long as uncut grass.
Are these more illusions?
They come,
One has her soft hand touch my cheek,
And gives a giggle in the process.
The other a kiss with her bright, red lips.
It's like melted ice cream,
Wet and sweet.
If this nirvana,
Then by god, I am ready.
I am now at peace.

The Happiest Place on Earth

I have come from lands of dread,
Places where joy and love are crimes.
And I come to this place.
Its river is as sweet as milk and honey,
Everyone that lives there is of kindness and warmth.
Even my simplest gesture is seen as the Hope Diamond.
I see nothing but love and joy.
I see that abuse,
Drain of its energy.
But this sweet gift,
Is one that must be preserved
So the next lonely soul can have the same oasis as I.

The Golden Sun

As I make the journey out of darkness,
I see a great light.
A glow that shines brighter than the hottest torch.
Hotter than the closest star.
Its warmth is soothing as a warm hug on a cold, winter's day.
It is a sigh of everlasting peace.
Of a journey's medal and honor
For the longest trek.
Yes, I came to it,
And alas, I truly earned it.

Thy sweetest gift

After the day I give Thanks,

I look at the thing I miss.

I do not show disappointment.

I find joy.

At the gift you truly give me.

It is not material,

It is not one of deed,

It is one of heart.

You give time,

You give of yourself.

I see more than just beauty in you,

I see love.

I am more grateful than ever,

That you are in my life,

And I want to share the rest of it with you. 

Frustration

As I have fought for years on end,

My time to end is near.

I wish I can have peace,

Settle for a compromise.

But I have been caged,

My freedoms challenged,

My dignity and hope lost.

I want to finally have choice,

I want to have opportunity.

I don't care anymore if people judge me,

For they lost their voice to brainwashing.

If I can truly fight,

It is one battle that can be best won on my own.

My Cat Brady

One of the heroes that saved my lonely soul.

Timid at first,

But gave me a kiss on New Year's Eve.

Always in the shower,

Always on the throne.

Was my nurse through my rough patch.

Always smiling,

Always curious,

Always smart.

Good- bye my best friend.

You are always in my heart.

Thinking of You

When I see the stars in the sky,

I think of you staring at me with such beauty.

When I look at the sunrise,

I think of your warm smile.

When I see children playing, 

I think of your kindness.

When I think of being wrapped in a soft blanket,

I think of your soft hugs.

No matter where I am,

You are always there with me.

The Ultimate Shine

Two precious cherubs smiling at me,
Hugging my heart to give me hope.
They share a wonderful kindness between them.
I give them love,
And they give it to me twice.
Then to hope that one day we can meet outside the box.
To hold on to that memory,
Hold on to that hope.
That is a true gift.

I Thank Thee

I have been kicked out of the town quarter,

Laughed out of the palace,

Found to be an alien amongst my own clan.

Then I came to you.

You have re-built my confidence,

Find pride in my kindness,

And find warmth within this odd heart.

All the trinkets,

All the thank yous,

Is never enough

To tell you that you gave life to a barren soul.

Warmth

A caring hug.

A sweet touch.

The love of a sweet kitten.

A kiss from a beautiful girl.

It is the kind that always reminds

That in a world so dark,

There is a place of happy nirvana.

The Gift

When we are given such a valuable gift,
Are we always thinking that there are no hassles to it?
If so, then every problem that comes our way
We run away or throw out.
Love would not exist,
And with that, the child.
Progress will remain stagnant,
With no chance to learn from our mistakes.
Forgiveness would be a sin,
Tolerance would be a joke.
And joy would be silenced.
Freedom would be set to chains.
These are what would happen
If we only see one bad thing with the gift.
The gift is like a plant.
It needs love and care;
Help when necessary.
If we lose the gift on things that are uncertain,
The world would not take our gift away,
We just discarded it for another spot in the junk-pile.

Sparkler

They shine in the dark of night.

They are like stars that inhabit the earth.

When they speak their noise is known.

They are so hot,

They light up the sky at the dead of night.

They are thy light.

Their impact is a glowing beautiful

That is small

But wields quite a kick.

A Girl Caught My Eye

There is a girl that I see.
Her eyes are like crystals.
Her smile is like the sun.
Her hair is like colored grass
In beautiful form to show majesty.
Her heart is that of a Good Samaritan.
Her joy is that of a blissful youth.
I see her,
I hope to know her.
And one day,
Fall in love with her.

How Do I Show?

I care for you deeply,
But I do not know if you listen.
I try to find the words,
I hope to never break barriers that I should not.
I hope you listen.
My time may drain
And I might never get another chance.
So I hope you hear me,
And that same care I show for you
You show for me.

Dancing

The mix of a couple
Dancing In Sweet Love.
Their teamwork is their chemistry.
It is like a plutonic romance.
It needs to be creative,
It needs to be beautiful,
It needs to joy,
And it must be done out of a love for one another.
It is the song in visual form.
It is magic.

Second Chance

Oh my dear,
I feel like I failed you before.
I try to do it right the first time,
Some success, some flaws.
Now I know better.
Smarter, wiser
I can learn from mistakes
And be a better person in the process.
I can only ask
If you can give me that chance to redeem.

Purgatory

As i left the arena of life,
I gave my best shot.
But grades of war is not about effort,
But the final result.
I came with questions,
I have some successes,
Some failures.
Now the only question is
How I look on the history books
Do I look like a champion of heroes
Or a joker in the gallery of fools?

Anticipation

The day is almost here,

The hour is upon.

I wait feverishly for the moment.

My hands are shaking,

My heart a flutter.

To wait for time to go faster than usual

Makes me feel so giddy.

I have to be patient

Or it will go away forever.

The time has come,

Destiny behold me.

Girl Next Door

I see the girl from my window sill.
How she talks and laughs with her friends.
Her beauty,
Her kindness,
Her vitality.
At times I dream that girl would just say hello;
Never mind going out on a date.
There are times I dream of that day,
Maybe more than what I want.
I try to be realistic,
So my hopes are not too far-fetched.
But the want is there.
To go to harshly is the predators,
I do not want to scare her
I want her to get to know me.
I will take a breath.
I will be brave
I will go out of my square room
And try to talk to her.
Because wishing wells do not come with fairy godmothers;
It takes action to make the wish come true.

A Flower in the Desert

As I look at the longest, driest desert,
I search for the most beautiful flower.
All the mirages,
All the scorpions,
All the winds;
My doubts start to increase.
Then I see a point in the sun.
As closer I get glows brighter than the sun.
Then when I get to  the destination,
I see the flower.
It is beautiful,
It has a rich, lovely fragrance.
That is what makes the longest travel worth it.

To Yearn For A Princess

To see a girl of my dreams,
With such vitality
A yearning for life.
To see a girl to dance the evening away,
To share joy in a funny moment.
To cry together in our saddest.
To rise where we cannot fall.
To sing a harmony that is in tune.
Love is about joy and life,
Not chains and protocol.
To yearn for that,
And finally call the girl I will love
My princess forever.

To See Someone

To be on this lonely isle,
Not to see a siren in sight
Can be a lonely journey.
My hope keeps my drive.
The need to explore keeps me fresh.
The need for something real
To see,
To hear,
To feel,
To love.
I have seen many oasis turn to mirages,
Now I want to see the real thing.

Tribute to the New England Patriots Cheerleaders

We started as fans of the same great team.

We went as I gave a gift of the heart.

Then charity had to ask,

And you gave me your kindness.

I gave you e-mails of curiosity, encouragement, friendship.

Your answers and smiles gave me hope.

I may not fully see you in the game,

But I know your presence rallies the fans,

Inspiring the greatest team in the NFL.

To say, "Thank you" is not enough.

But I want to show you all

That you have this fan, this friend

Forever!

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."