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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.

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How Do I Show

It is easy to judge one’s being,
We do it all the time.
When one feels pain, though,
We do not know why.
Some try to explain,
But it hurts more than it helps.
With judgments and lectures,
Rarely does on listen and think.

Many have tried,
But instead of help I get hurt.
I was the cause of something I did not know,
Something I want out.
And the pain grows with no cure in sight.
I feel a helpless void, afraid to scream,
Afraid to fight.

Now I come out a crippled mess.
I want hope, I want friends.
But to have them is a sign of laziness,
To my models,
To strive for a mark I do not know if I can reach,
And yet I cannot ask for help,
For I would be a pain.

Suicide was never the answer.
I have something to live for,
Something to give.
But to give means to be free.
And that is what I have not been.
People make choices for what is best,
Leaving my self-esteem second.
People have thrown me away
And chose me to settle.
My choice is clear.
Always is, was, will be.

But to do that I must be happy with me.
Happy with who I am,
For now I am not.
I rely on opinion, instead of fact.
Emotions, instead of a sure head.
One instead of both.

Teamwork has been a joke.
I used to think it took two to tango.
But my friends are wrapped up with their own problems.
I thought friends share their feelings.
“Lean on me”
But two blind men cannot lead each other?
WRONG!
Each has their won strength and weaknesses.
That is what makes a power like friends.
But I am a outcast.

You do not treat me like one.
You listen to the whole story.
You did not judge,
You did not strike a lecture.
You gave me a sound alternative that could help me.
Whether it works I do not know,
But all I can say is…

THANKS FOR LISTENING AND BEING OPEN!

6/21/05

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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."

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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Impossible Love

As I look thru endless tunnels
Searching for something I cannot describe,
It becomes harder with cold attitudes and bigotries.
I feel I am on another planet
Or a leper with no lean.
When I go to someone,
I am the demon that exorcize.
Then there is you.

A siren displayed as an illusion.
For each encounter as beautiful as the last.
A flower, a bird
Precious in many ways.
Someone everyone seeks to find
But only the worthy shall grab.
Beauty only fitting as true masterpiece,
A sight for the eye and the mind.
But how do I hold these moments a little harder.

I see your pain.
A little bird tells me of your wants and fears.
She speaks your wisdom
And they scream as if they were on an alter.
I want to hold these moments,
To last forever,
To ease my burden and give me joy.

But to see that joy I must treat like fine china.
No, your body is as strong as your spirits,
But feelings are so fragile.
If I act like a wild, desperate hunter,
I risk damaging your kindness,
Making the next one’s quest ten times harder.
If I am too cautious,
Like a leaf you will be picked from the wind
Never to be seen again.
Your kindness must be handled like royalty.
For it is not, the prize I seek,
But a chance to earn it.

May you see my heart?
One who is truly pure?
One who see you not just as siren,
But as a gazelle yearning to run.
Bringing beauty to all.
It is not ride to hold down such freedom,
But to enjoy its grace forever.
Know my heart, thy graceful friend.