Has anyone told you
That you're not good enough?
What others have
That you don't have the right stuff?
The brains, the smarts,
Body, muscles big and buff?
Well you know what I say?
Don't listen to them yap!
Don't let those comments in,
They're sticky as sap,
And they'll leave you dry
A pen with out a cap.
Has anyone ever told you
That you don't have what it takes?
That you don't try hard enough
No matter what the stakes?
Believe you me
Those comments are like rakes
*clawing your back and piercing your inner self*
Do you know what I say?
Tell those people they don't know a thing
They don't know what it takes
to make the fat lady sing
It could take an apocalypse
Or someone on their knee with a ring
An act a motion that drives you
from peasant to king
If you have nothing good to say don't say it
What do those words do but cause pain?
Who enjoys negativity?
It drives people insane
So once a day, I ask you, just once everyday
Say something nice, you know what you'll gain?
Someone's smile, laughter, or mirth
And that's the most precious treasure, on the whole of the Earth
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
A Conversation in Sun, a Memory in Starlight
Sunshine night
Starlight fading into day
Sun, moon, stars, dusk, dawn
Spring she smiles
Vibrant and so full of life
Buds opening up
Wind whispers
Glowing gentle harmony
Flowers rustling sweet
Summer laughs
Deep green is her crown
Life sings her love song
Magical
Mystifying, moonlit morn
Mysterious march
Autumn sighs
Reds, yellows, oranges, browns
Leaves falling to the ground
Yellow blue
Yesterday the sky was young
Now it falls colder
Falling leaf
Hits the ground so so softly
Its life feeds the Earth
Winter growls
White, blue, his decorations
Snow drifting along
Arctic Air
All fades away in the breeze
Antarctic Array
Falling rain
Pounding the ground, the heartbeat
The blood of the Earth
Fire flaming
Life energy destruction
Spirit of the world
Sunlight rays
Deep melodious echoes
Light beams whispering
Starlit night
Light and gentle embraces
Sparkles issue forth
Sun and Star
Two opposites in meaning
light wishes spoken
Stars sparkle
Light up the dark, lonely night
Starlight, my sunlight
Starlight fading into day
Sun, moon, stars, dusk, dawn
Spring she smiles
Vibrant and so full of life
Buds opening up
Wind whispers
Glowing gentle harmony
Flowers rustling sweet
Summer laughs
Deep green is her crown
Life sings her love song
Magical
Mystifying, moonlit morn
Mysterious march
Autumn sighs
Reds, yellows, oranges, browns
Leaves falling to the ground
Yellow blue
Yesterday the sky was young
Now it falls colder
Falling leaf
Hits the ground so so softly
Its life feeds the Earth
Winter growls
White, blue, his decorations
Snow drifting along
Arctic Air
All fades away in the breeze
Antarctic Array
Falling rain
Pounding the ground, the heartbeat
The blood of the Earth
Fire flaming
Life energy destruction
Spirit of the world
Sunlight rays
Deep melodious echoes
Light beams whispering
Starlit night
Light and gentle embraces
Sparkles issue forth
Sun and Star
Two opposites in meaning
light wishes spoken
Stars sparkle
Light up the dark, lonely night
Starlight, my sunlight
Friday, November 21, 2008
Snow!
Snow snow wonderful snow
White and fluffy, watch it go
The wind blows to and fro
Snow snow wonderful snow
White and fluffy, watch it go
The wind blows to and fro
Snow snow wonderful snow
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Stars and Fireflies
Stars are seen together
Even though they're far apart
That's how best friends are forever
Connected heart to heart
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Fireflies glow by day
Though they only shine at night
That's the color of your smile
Glowing without a light
Even though they're far apart
That's how best friends are forever
Connected heart to heart
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Fireflies glow by day
Though they only shine at night
That's the color of your smile
Glowing without a light
Friday, September 5, 2008
Ode to a Grecian Poem
You're my Alpha and Omega
My beginning and my end
You're the only reason for my living
My love, my life, my friend
You're the Alpha in my alphabet
Where U and I are side by side
You're the theta in Mathematics
Where all negatives do hide
You're Delta and you're Sigma
The difference, yet the sum
You're a poem of symbols
A whistle tune, song and hum
And for everything you're Beta
The lock to my heart, you're the key
And for all of this i know nothing of love
... Because its all Greek to me
My beginning and my end
You're the only reason for my living
My love, my life, my friend
You're the Alpha in my alphabet
Where U and I are side by side
You're the theta in Mathematics
Where all negatives do hide
You're Delta and you're Sigma
The difference, yet the sum
You're a poem of symbols
A whistle tune, song and hum
And for everything you're Beta
The lock to my heart, you're the key
And for all of this i know nothing of love
... Because its all Greek to me
Thursday, September 4, 2008
A moment in time A reflection
It was a second
A moment
An instant
Vision imperfect
A vision so perfect
Beauty absolute
Breathtaking
Breathless
Speechless
Absolute beauty...
A complete moment
Lightning flashed over a darkening sky
The orange light of the setting sun
That white flicker of power
The roll of rumbling Thunder
A moment, an instant
So perfect in its stillness
Lost upon a world so frail
It takes but a second
It lasts but a lifetime
Disappearing into the distance
But here with me forever
A moment
An instant
Vision imperfect
A vision so perfect
Beauty absolute
Breathtaking
Breathless
Speechless
Absolute beauty...
A complete moment
Lightning flashed over a darkening sky
The orange light of the setting sun
That white flicker of power
The roll of rumbling Thunder
A moment, an instant
So perfect in its stillness
Lost upon a world so frail
It takes but a second
It lasts but a lifetime
Disappearing into the distance
But here with me forever
Cry for Burma
When streets are paved with the blood of holy men
An gutters filled with the blood of those trying to protect them
Wat can one do?
Cry for Burma
When the the snap of a lash and report of a bullet
Are all that fills the air
Wat can one do?
We cry for Burma
When women scream in agony and men lament in mourning
Wat can one do?
Cry for Burma
When freedom is lost
And death is found
Wat will the world do?
Nothing... But cry for Burma...
An gutters filled with the blood of those trying to protect them
Wat can one do?
Cry for Burma
When the the snap of a lash and report of a bullet
Are all that fills the air
Wat can one do?
We cry for Burma
When women scream in agony and men lament in mourning
Wat can one do?
Cry for Burma
When freedom is lost
And death is found
Wat will the world do?
Nothing... But cry for Burma...
Melancholy, Underneath the Starlight
Why is it that stars are compared so?
They are points of light so faint,
one wonders at their majesty...
Yet lovers compare their beloved's eyes
to those giants that sparkle in the night sky.
In science they are but huge globes of flame,
more akin to the pits of hell,
burning away in the heavens...
Flames that sear the black of space...
They are points of light so faint,
one wonders at their majesty...
Yet lovers compare their beloved's eyes
to those giants that sparkle in the night sky.
In science they are but huge globes of flame,
more akin to the pits of hell,
burning away in the heavens...
Flames that sear the black of space...
yet...
All on this Earth share one same sky
All breath, talk, laugh, live
under the watch of these sparks of radiance...
sometimes, late at night...
you may wish upon a Shining star...
an your dearest burning wish
hidden in within the vast voids of your being...
your little wish may Shine forth...
and all will be granted to you...
A Very Short Poem About Love and War
This is the story of a little girl
Who one day met a little boy
They played and played till the sun went down
And they were filled with joy.
As the boy went home, the sun went down
Flash of red to end the day
And both the little girl and little boy
Went to sleep in their own way.
The next day the little girl went out,
Went out to play once more
And all she saw was a dead little boy
Dead because of war.
Who one day met a little boy
They played and played till the sun went down
And they were filled with joy.
As the boy went home, the sun went down
Flash of red to end the day
And both the little girl and little boy
Went to sleep in their own way.
The next day the little girl went out,
Went out to play once more
And all she saw was a dead little boy
Dead because of war.
Unspoken voices of Burma
A bullet pierced
That artifice of sorrow...
Of pain of happiness and joy
Of love and hate
Of fire and ice
Once twice
Another for thrice
Pain... More pain
Unbearable pain...
Fire raging
Burning flaming
The dying the struggling...
Help... Please...
A forlorn cry... Swept aside by a tide of indifference...
Lost in a sea of troubles...
Then gone
And gone
And gone...
That artifice of sorrow...
Of pain of happiness and joy
Of love and hate
Of fire and ice
Once twice
Another for thrice
Pain... More pain
Unbearable pain...
Fire raging
Burning flaming
The dying the struggling...
Help... Please...
A forlorn cry... Swept aside by a tide of indifference...
Lost in a sea of troubles...
Then gone
And gone
And gone...
Burma, a Poem
I say, ‘It looks like its going to rain’, on my face a smile
Rain, it was going to rain… it hadn’t in a while
A drop turned into a lot, then turned to a downpour
It was the cyclone Nargis on top of a civil war
I didn’t know what was happening, the news hadn’t said a thing
Of course the news was controlled by the Junta, the military general a king…
How were we to survive the oceans wrath upon our lives?
Drowned was as dead as being shot with a gun or stabbed with knives…
My wife looked scared, as scared as I was inside
‘We’ll get through this,’ I said, yet deep inside I cried
How many days and nights went by as this water dragon ate our land?
My land is now an ocean, a desert of blue watery sand…
I saw it in front of me, the water that ate the earth
I wept for those around me, the death aiding my tears new birth
Why had the world forsaken us? Us few who dared to hope?
With all those who died around me, how did I think I’d cope?
Oh they made reports and said they’d help, the government always does
But when it came to disaster, life goes from is to was
Do you know what its like to see your life die in front of your eyes?
Do you care at all about us here, who lives or who dies?
Do you care that thousands died because of political reasons?
Political reasons? That is your argument?! That is rain outside the monsoon season!
What are the politics in life or in death? Even politicians are just corpses when they’re dead…
Even the Junta must be human, there must be some humanity inside that general’s head!
Or is it the heart that I should search for? In a ruler of country titled Myanmar
He who sold rice taken from a starving nation, King Dictator Sultan Tsar!
They who bought are no better, I wish you unhappiness before you go to hell
I wish the General an unmarked grave as his final funeral bell
I am named Burma, a country of much suffering
My wife is the justice in this land, I watched as she lay dying
Justice will live again, though that day may be far
This tale of bloodied Burma and murderous Myanmar
Rain, it was going to rain… it hadn’t in a while
A drop turned into a lot, then turned to a downpour
It was the cyclone Nargis on top of a civil war
I didn’t know what was happening, the news hadn’t said a thing
Of course the news was controlled by the Junta, the military general a king…
How were we to survive the oceans wrath upon our lives?
Drowned was as dead as being shot with a gun or stabbed with knives…
My wife looked scared, as scared as I was inside
‘We’ll get through this,’ I said, yet deep inside I cried
How many days and nights went by as this water dragon ate our land?
My land is now an ocean, a desert of blue watery sand…
I saw it in front of me, the water that ate the earth
I wept for those around me, the death aiding my tears new birth
Why had the world forsaken us? Us few who dared to hope?
With all those who died around me, how did I think I’d cope?
Oh they made reports and said they’d help, the government always does
But when it came to disaster, life goes from is to was
Do you know what its like to see your life die in front of your eyes?
Do you care at all about us here, who lives or who dies?
Do you care that thousands died because of political reasons?
Political reasons? That is your argument?! That is rain outside the monsoon season!
What are the politics in life or in death? Even politicians are just corpses when they’re dead…
Even the Junta must be human, there must be some humanity inside that general’s head!
Or is it the heart that I should search for? In a ruler of country titled Myanmar
He who sold rice taken from a starving nation, King Dictator Sultan Tsar!
They who bought are no better, I wish you unhappiness before you go to hell
I wish the General an unmarked grave as his final funeral bell
I am named Burma, a country of much suffering
My wife is the justice in this land, I watched as she lay dying
Justice will live again, though that day may be far
This tale of bloodied Burma and murderous Myanmar
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