Best Lifeplaces Poems
Tornado drills, like a fire drill
people practicing what to do in certain emergencies
The weather man predicts this
the newscrew the first response
to lead as many people possible to safety
a selfless act leaving you a hero to your child
in a society where we suffer racism
you never know what stereotype you would end up with
and together you would save eachother's lives
after the drill come home and everyone go for supper
in the end the newsroom will be able to flip a switch
that can sound off alarms all over your city or town
and those in any leadership position should be prepared to save lives
Airports with enough parachutes
under every seat
every passenger on the plane
knows how to use them
every worker on board a certified sky diver
inflatable rafts and supplies to jump with
just so you can feel safe flying
too much relies on the pilot
who has no way to save their lives
if all else fails
a sick game of finding the black box
when that being the only communication device
to find the whereabouts of the survivors
one jumper takes your waterproof radar
hidden under one of the seats
if the time to rely on it ever comes
a back up method of communication devised
Churches organized per sunday
where you will exercise, write your own part of the bible, sing, dance, and eat
fighting over these history books may have occured
but the weather patterns will reveal the safest places to live in the world
with a brand new pair of shoes for the world
we will lead those living in extremely dangerous places to a safer environment
Inside the idle crevices of an empty soul
Lays a part of me that I shall not befriend.
Now it is filled, and then drained again
By faces and places I do not comprehend.
Scratched upon by an old splintered pen
The scars on this soul shall never ever mend.
Now it is clean, and then stained again
By faces and places I do not comprehend.
Just a look in the mirror and all is clear,
I am not whom I often seem to pretend.
Now I am me, and then another again
A face in a place I do not comprehend.
Everyone has a place where they belong,
For some, it was where they were born,
grew up or lived,
Others create places in their mind,
Somewhere where they felt safe
free from the evils of mankind,
A place where shining is permissable
without the criticism of devils,
Belonging stems from the heart
and has no reason or rhyme,
The heart knows what feels good,
and what places induce slime.
Between Heaven and Hell… the earth where we live.
Where we are going is based on, that, which we give.
Within black and white…a place that’s always grey.
A place where we attempt reason, but a place, too, where we pray.
Between right and wrong, there should never be such a place.
Decide your own action; you will then decide your own fate.
All these marginal areas, those places in between,
Are places we will be leaving from, should be places we have seen.
Every action has a consequence and good ones have reward.
Choose your actions wisely, friends, and you will find accord.