Its funny, all the directions life can take
How dreams seem to linger when you wake
Do we end up right where were supposed to be?
Not the when or where, but the world we see
The promise of a new day
And letting things come as they may
Many roads have led me here
Each new step, moving past the fear
Whose to say how each day will end
But we all do the best we can
To follow our heart
From the start.
My first day of college in sociology class,
my teacher said this is a hard course to pass.
He said he is going to test our mind,
and see what about ourselves we find.
He told us we are going to learn about social interaction,
and what men and women consider to be attraction.
He was one of the smartest men I knew,
but what came next, made some turn blue.
He said I have a 2 page assignment, lets have fun, play games.
He passed out blank note cards, and said write down two names.
The two names had to be the two people we love the most,
we handed them in and he said, now make one a ghost.
He looked at us and said, yeah that's right,
one of them you will walk into the light.
You have to choose which one will die,
and explain your choice and tell me why?
That was the hardest paper I ever had to write,
it kept me up all day and night.
Next class he said, hold up your paper in the air,
everyone did it, good, now throw them away I don't care.
I just wanted to know you could do it.
You have one
Yes sad and even fun
Every person has them each day
They flow within the heart, mind, which is what they say.
Involving structure, to explore every way,
Without, we would lose humanity.
Losing humility
Certainty
Never to be none
The day mankind disappears
No new life begun
End of times has erupted.
Passions no longer exist.
When upon this day is done.
Time will have stopped forever more.
Humankind will have lost the score.
Along with no gain or pun,
Wills forgotten nothing to shun,
Stripped down to core,
When upon this day is done.
Time will have stopped forever more.
This thing I speak, under the sun.
We’ll have no quality to store,
No, need for anything for sure
No thoughts sheltered or let run.
When upon this day is done.
Lady Guinevre sat in the cafe,
Perusing her favorite magazine,
Day to day supping delicious meals,
One day Sir Arthur entered,
He was very tall and handsome,
Gentle and intelligent by nature,
She was dressed fashionably,
He introduced himself,
A smile came across her face,
Sir Arthur was only visiting the kingdom for a while,
He was on her majesty's mission,
A gentleman of good nature,
Whenever he came he was very kind and honorable,
Would they meet again,
A request only honored by God,
My favorite Day Knight.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
While Financiers Assisi
The scriptures never claim
one day all whores will magdalen
and disbelievers paul.
There is no verse that says
one day all thieves will dismas
by the city gate
while financiers assisi,
their eyes, their tin cups up.
Donal Mahoney
In search of a day to search for serenity
Against this abased society,
A quest stays on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a warfare eternity.
Out against the winds of tormented sunshine
Hassled by sped bureau clock,
His quest remains on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a compulsive barge.
Loaded by books the teen rushed for the schoolbus
Tensed up yester forgotten task,
His quest let out mutedly on for a time
To outcry against the wind of an academic mask.
Bumbled by responsibilities she dished out from her kitchen
Half boiled egg, two toasted bread and cup of tea,
Her quest bog down on for a time
To outcry against the wind of an homy bonded sea.
Lost by words, justification against sour litany
Countrymen beefed and he pled,
His quest for an ally against busts
Out cried against the wind of a cordial grade.
An ailed soul by the dustups of barbarism
She pleaded for a penny and held obscurity
Her quest for a snug refuge
She out cried against the wind of savagery.
In search of a day to search for serenity
Against this abased society,
A quest stays on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a warfare eternity.
The truth is I have nothing important to say
The world keeps on spinning day after day
My opinion means squat smoldering away like a boiling pot
I speak of events and worldly causes
Not even an interested peep or cunning applause's
OK I know you say what makes you so different anyway?
Well I speak of truth; I speak in rhythm and rhyme
I speak of happiness, I speak of borrow time
I speak of familiarity, OK maybe I’m a little out of line
But what I really hope is that my words bring a connection
During such a peculiar worldly decline, or perhaps resurrection
Yes the streets are filled with flooded faces
Each one bearing the loneliness from inner places
Maybe just one victim of my written test
How shallow and harden is my lily-white breast
My tongue swaggers hot and cold,
Stop laughing I’ know I’m growing old
But I’m afraid I can’t end this given fight
No rest for the weary and this inkwell tonight
The truth is I have nothing important to say
The world keeps on spinning day after day
He would follow me around with a smile on his face
Kind of like a little brother but I didn’t know him well
Didn’t understand why he liked to hang around this place
I never really asked him and he probably wouldn’t tell
He tried to talk a few times but I brushed him away
Couldn’t talk to a little kid, I was too damn cool
Never listened to a word that he had to say
He’d still come around every day after school
Thought he was just clumsy but I didn’t ask him why
Told him he could tag along if that’s what he chooses
I should have read between the lines but I didn’t try
Said he fell down at home and that caused the bruises
He never talked about his family, never mentioned his dad
I found out later about the hurt he went through
One day he stopped showing up, in a way I felt bad
I asked his teacher where did Billy get to
He told me where I could find him and that he looked up to me
In my mind I could see him look back and wave
I found him and cried, bending down on one knee
I laid a single rose upon his grave.
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