Ode to the Vibrancy of WordsIt amazes me how,
you can paint a picture,
without a brush,
but a pencil instead.
But a pencil needs words,
and they hang in the air,
the writer is there.
The words are always,
just stretches away.
The writer reels them in,
and plasters them on page.
And he mixes them up,
to make different feelings.
Some happy, some sad,
some angry, some brave.
But he doesnt just mix them,
he cuts them and bends them,
and twirls them and twists them,
till they form a shape.
And he places that shape,
with many others,
until he feels,
his creativity is out.
Then they take the masterpiece,
and they squish it together,
between two pieces of paper,
and link them forever.
Next its put on a shelf,
for you to pick up,
and for you to enjoy,
while you sip from your cup.
And though you may see,
A, E, I, or U,
look between the lines,
and youll see something new.
You wont just be reading,
about a ship on the sea,
feel the bite of the wind,
taste the salty ai
My PromiseTen girls
On ten sticks
Over one campfire
One hundred smiles
One hundred songs
Sung with one hundred voices
With one sound
One thousand heartbeats
One thousand memories
Of one thousand giggles
From one good time
One million women
One million girls
One million lives
With one dream
One billion goals
One billion nations
With one billion ideas
To make one difference
One hundred years
For one nation
With one goal
And one dream
For one hundred others
Of one nation
And one world
On my honour
I will try
To make just one difference
And change just one life
For the better
For my duty is to love
Lest We ForgetOur brothers sailed the open seas,
and flew planes high above the breeze,
and trudged through mud up to their knees,
so peace can stand forever more.
Just trying to fix all that was wrong,
by raging wars, both hard and long.
We still can hear the trumpet's song.
So peace is heard from shore to shore.
For this peace so many died,
so many souls the angels guide,
to sit right up by God's left side,
so peace is felt at heaven's door.
And so we wear our poppies, red,
and remember what our elders said,
'bout things that haunt you till you're dead,
so peace is found right at our core.
Our families sail the open seas,
and fly planes high above the breeze,
and trudge through mud up to their knees,
so peace can stand forever more,
so peace is heard from shore to shore,
so peace is felt at heaven's door,
so peace is found right at our core,
and peace can end the raging war,
the ever, ever raging war.
Wish Upon A StarI looked up at the moon and I wished upon a star,
and I know you're looking back at me no matter where you are.
For when the sun is in the sky, it's light brights up our days,
but when it sets and drowns at sea, we go our separate ways,
In the darkness I am scared and need you by my side,
I'm lost inside an unknown world and have no where to hide.
Now you've gone and gave me light to wash away my fears,
and every night just like tonight, it faithfully appears.
Of all the diamonds I can see, I have not one for you,
for yours is brighter than them all, this I know is true
and when it rises in the sky, I know that you are there,
looking back up at the moon, although I know not where.
I looked up at the moon and wished upon a star,
and on that star I wished that I could be right where we are.
Rulers of the WorldAnd so the wind blows,
dry and cold,
fighting the invading summer suns,
that warm the wind,
and carry the sweet smell of change.
But still the winter fights,
with it's icy breath,
frosting the endless days of March,
full aware that it shall not win now,
it has had it's time.
Every ruler must fall to the challenge of another.
But still it lingers,
for not but another chance to fight,
in due course,
when change alights the air,
and hope is wasted,
on trifle summer delights.
That is the time the sun will set,
and the darkness will loom again,
plunging us into out deepest sorrows,
and coating our dreams in ice.
This is what it reminds us,
when snowflakes settle on the budding leaves of April,
it will soon be back.
Silver LiningThe world is quiet on rainy days.
No one is out,
it's cold and wet...
And it may be cold and wet and damp,
but you feel the rain,
you feel the weather,
more than one does on a bright and sunny day.
It sticks to you,
clings to you.
Rainy days are beautiful things.
You can learn from them,
if only you open your eyes to the light,
and dwell not in the darkness,
of gray and cloudy days.
Eyes of the FutureI look,
through the eyes of the future.
I see tommorow.
I see what will be,
what must be.
I see what I must do,
to save humanity,
before it's too late.
I look through these eyes,
I see the fate of who I am,
what I must change,
for I have to power of difference.
A whispered word,
I am the leader,
they will follow me into the light,
the light of tommorw,
the light in me,
the light in these eyes.
The eyes of the future.
The Art of EmotionAh these colours,
how they change,
with me for but moments,
changing with the slightest word,
They scarcely pass through me,
It truely is an abstract art.
And I've always wondered,
with such violent changing colour,
why we always search for greens and pinks?
What's wrong with peaceful purples,
and mellow yellows,
from time to time.
The world is not always
black and white,
red and blue.
Sometimes someone scribes in gold,
those are sights to see,
memories to cherish.
But perhaps society makes the world
such dismal, basic colours.
To think that someone paints the musical scores of life,
it evokes such rich feeling,
crimson and pearls,
grays and blacks.
Perhaps that's what society wants,
scribed on our staffs,
such fearful thoughts,
causing simple conformities.
But perhaps society is but a whim
of a panicked mind
reverting to simplicity.
perhaps in time we all must feel
in black and white,
red and blue.
SnowflakesTiny snowflakes from the sky,
little angels from on high,
twinkle to the carols cry,
come for Christmas cheer.
Down they flutter to my toes,
gently tickle my cold nose,
come again to visit those,
who still are bound to earth.
Each one different from the other,
one a dad and one a mother,
who's time with us has long been spent.
Then are the angels who glow with gold,
who don't, on earth, have someone to hold,
what they have seen, too much to be told,
these are our Guardian Angels.
We dislike the cold on our long winter days,
get lost in completing societys maze,
but the magic of snowflakes can always amaze,
those who are looking.
I saw this snowflake and thought of you,
and all the good times we've been through,
this Christmas just know this is true,
I always will be there for you.