tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13593251150188822212024-03-13T12:57:23.530-07:00Corners of a Round WorldTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-7005009838414888662008-10-07T17:37:00.000-07:002008-10-07T17:54:36.384-07:00L.I.F.E.What is LIFE?<br />Walking through each day, a machine in a larger operation<br />A cog in the grand watch of time<br />A drone of the must and have to<br />Addictions <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">among</span> the sane and unpopular<br />Ignoring <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">inhibitions</span>, pretending its all okay<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ignorant</span> of the truth and the reality<br />Denying the problem and the solution<br /><br />When is LIFE not LIFE?<br />When did we stop trusting?<br />Why do we lie about ourselves?<br /><br />What have we done with our lives?<br />What have we become, so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">separated</span> and alone<br />Inter-dependant, yet <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">separated</span><br />Close, yet distant<br />Talking, yet lacking social interaction<br /><br />What is the truth about LIFE?<br />L.I.F.E. is Living In Fear of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Existence</span>.<br />Living live in fear of tomorrow<br />Ignoring the present, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">regretting</span> the past<br />Always worried about what might and not what is<br />Always forgetting one self and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">obsessing</span> about others<br />Lacking understanding of the world in front of them<br /><br />Is it too late to LIVE?<br />Have we passed on, is there no turning back?<br />Have we wasted our time ignoring time?<br />Have we lost our youth, being grown up?<br />Have we lost joy, in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pursuit of</span> money?<br />Is happiness reachable with unhappiness?<br />Can we trust <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">each other</span> again?<br /><br />L.I.F.E <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">isn't</span> just living in fear of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">existence</span>.<br />Life is yours and mine<br />Life is joy and pain<br />Life is greed, and happiness<br />Life is job and free time<br />Life is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">addiction</span><br />Life is time, and out of time<br />Life is now and then<br />Life is before and after<br />L.I.F.E. is Living in Full Effect.Tribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-78064436336784441812007-12-11T20:33:00.000-08:002007-12-11T20:50:29.525-08:00CompromisePiece by piece<br />Day by day<br />Breath by breath<br />You win<br /><br />Moment to moment<br />Action to action<br />Reward to punishment<br />You win<br /><br />Dark for light<br />Good for evil<br />Hope for despair<br />You win<br /><br />You are not me<br />I am not you<br />I compromise for you<br />I give for you<br />You win, I am alone<br /><br />Reward for others<br />Abyss for you<br />Time in your hand<br />A minute an eternity<br />Goodness towards others<br />Loneliness for yourself<br /><br />Happiness in good<br />Satisfaction in deeds done<br />Toll paid, bed made<br />Life saved, Hope restored<br />Peace in others, sadness withinTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-87750470675863457142007-10-12T22:02:00.000-07:002007-10-12T22:13:30.003-07:00BrickwallRunning, walking, looking, waiting<br />Listening, worrying, calling, fainting<br />Hoping, praying, thinking, making<br />Crying, screaming, kicking, biting<br /><br />I run so far, and get so little<br />I walk so long, and barely move<br />I pray each day, and nothing changes<br />I press the gas, and hit the wall<br /><br />Crying each night, looking for change<br />Screaming for help, without an answer<br />Kicking my way through life as is<br />Hoping that someone might help<br /><br />I listen to others, i listen to all<br />I worry about others, for me? none at all<br />I run, I look, I hurry, I pass<br />Right through life, hitting the gas<br /><br />No breaks, no help<br />No time, no game<br />I'm missing my youth, the fun, the gain<br />I'm missing my life, through money and painTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-4420817774016309812007-09-08T13:13:00.000-07:002007-09-08T13:23:08.867-07:00The Edge of TimeWalking through the edge of time<br />Looking as I pass the crime<br />Committed to those without peace<br />Folding my life like a crease<br /><br />Hoping for a change in things<br />Looking down, at my many rings<br />What controls our lives to be<br />Why must we go forward and not see<br /><br />Why so much sorrow and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">despair</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Isn't</span> time just a creature, just as rare<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Isn't</span> time just a friend<br />With you until the end<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> looking now, realizing the pain<br />Feeling it sharp, without a gain<br />Pushed to the edge, without a rope<br />Pushed to the edge of time, without a hope<br /><br />Now is the time to make the leap<br />Now is the time to trust the keep<br />Now is the time to feel the thrill<br />Before time makes the kill<br /><br />I embrace the changing wind, as i fall<br />Realizing that before i win, i must crawl<br />You push me to the edge<br />The edge of timeTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-71723531793561817942007-06-25T15:40:00.000-07:002007-06-25T16:45:59.945-07:00Forever Lost, Never ForgottenWalking in, new and meek<br />Walking through the strong and weak<br />I meet a friend, we share a laugh<br />Then I feel, the seniors <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wrath</span><br /><br />I come back daily, into the cave<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> told to work tall, to walk brave<br />I try and I fail, the price i now pay<br />Others watch, nothing to say<br /><br />I cant understand, why nobody will pray<br />Why everyone pretends <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">that's</span> its all okay<br />Each day i grow harder, farther from nice<br />Knowing each day that i must pay the price<br /><br />I give up the hope, that things will change<br />I let it happen from pupils, seeing no change<br />The teachers <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> trust me, the parents <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">don't</span> listen<br />Cause who ever listens to a child, of no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">position</span><br /><br />I stick up for the next prey, the one they seek<br />Another me, coming forward meek<br />I pay again, the price of protection<br />I look at the world, but an infection<br /><br />I walk out the doors into a world so big<br />I want to hide in a hole, and just dig<br />I walk through the forest, the maze of life<br />I walk all alone, taking on the strife<br /><br />I look on others who share my pain<br />I feel their loath, their need for gain<br />I hurt even more, to see them suffer<br />I want nothing more, then to make them tougher<br /><br />I find myself lost, while helping them around<br />I find myself missing, while others are found<br />I bring up the hurt, the weak and the wary<br />I fall further into the dark and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">scary</span>.<br /><br />I know now through years of pain<br />That I am forever Lost, forever maim<br />I look at the strong, who were once weak<br />They have never forgotten, the one who was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">meek</span><br /><br />I go through each day, wondering why<br />I look at my scares, and into the sky<br />I cry for the others, i know are scared<br />I scream into the darkness, to be prepared<br /><br />I reach out to help, the others in pain<br />I cant seem to reach, my being remained<br />Hidden in the world, so large and cruel<br />But somewhere deep inside, is someone cool<br /><br />They know who I am, they know who i was<br />They know I why I helped, they know it was cause<br />They cared enough, to say a small prayer<br />Forever Lost, Never forgottenTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-2495137739612666672007-05-30T18:31:00.000-07:002007-05-30T18:46:14.806-07:00EscapeWrapped inside a shell<br />My being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">suppressed</span><br />In a place of darkness<br />Pain overwhelming<br /><br />I feel like scream inside for help<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">deafened</span> by the return of nothing<br />Sorrow, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">despair</span>, defeat<br /><br />In my soul, my heart, I hurt<br />My cries heard, my pain felt<br />My time has come, to be free<br /><br />Pulled from the darkness, into the light<br />Lead the way home, and I will follow<br />My path lay in front me, chosen<br /><br />Free at last, in the light<br />Filling the void, embracing life<br />So far from home, so close to heart<br /><br />Escape from the darkness<br />Escape from the pain<br />Escape from the shell<br />Escape from the mask<br />Escape into the truthTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-57810334474994808672007-05-24T20:01:00.000-07:002007-05-24T20:05:32.049-07:00The Life of A BoyEach day he went to school<br />Nobody thought he was cool<br />He did his work and had no play<br />Than he went to work and made his pay<br />He was a boy that followed the rule<br /><br />He was teased and laughed at<br />They all used him as a door mat<br />He had no friend<br />Wounds that won't mend<br />Yet he just sat<br /><br />As time went on he got older<br />Pretty soon he became bolder<br />The people who laughed got pay<br />But he earned twice as much in one day<br />They worked with food and he had a folder<br /><br />He thought his life was nothing<br />No friends, no fun, "something?"<br />He hated himself, He had no might<br />But someone came up and told him to fight<br />He did, And Won...This was the life of a boy<br /><br /><br />Found this old poem that i wrote when i was about 14/15<br /><p></p>Tribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-59701222474085763882007-05-24T19:09:00.000-07:002007-05-24T19:26:43.500-07:00MissingYour smile, your laugh<br />Your face, your eyes<br />Your sadness, and your joy<br />We Miss<br /><br />Your friends, your family<br />Your classmates, your teachers<br />Your community, your nation<br />Misses You<br /><br />Our sadness, our sorrow<br />Our fight, our prayers<br />Our quest, our duty<br />Is to find you<br /><br />On this day of sadness<br />On this day for rememberance<br /><br />We love you, we miss you, we will find you.Tribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-15913549488373287172007-05-22T20:43:00.000-07:002007-05-22T20:54:37.573-07:00ExperienceFlying high, traveling far<br />Playing fast, laughing hard<br />Another experience, missing<br /><br />Going to a far off place<br />Enjoying the summer sun<br />Swimming with friends<br />More experiences, missing<br /><br />Alone without friends<br />Alone without help<br />Alone with a quest<br />More experiences, faced<br /><br />Finding a friend<br />Finding a god father<br />Finding a life line<br />More experiences, enjoyed<br /><br />Going to the past, impossible<br />Reliving childhood, gone<br />Moving forward, idle<br />More experiences, obtainable<br /><br />Someone to look up to me<br />Someone to follow me<br />Someone to lead<br />Experiences, waiting<br /><br />Experiences<br />Missing<br />Gone<br />Idle<br />Impossible<br />Faced<br />Enjoyed<br />Waiting<br /><br />but<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Experiences</span> ObtainableTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-78399340384001405432007-05-21T20:21:00.000-07:002007-05-21T20:28:39.591-07:00My SwordSearching for my sword, search for my savior<br />Finding not my sword, but finding my dagger<br />Piercing my heart, wounding me so young<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chosen</span> by many as the toy, it was my time<br />Wounded, i walked through life, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vulnerable</span><br />Wound Healed, a shell, hard and rough<br />Unwilling to expose the soft core, the bleeding heart<br />Now watching the innocent, in pain, wounded<br />I find the sword, the one unable to find before<br />I break from the shell, soft and easily hurt<br />I fight for the innocent, i fight for their protection<br />I am again wounded, but this time, i am not in pain<br />I feel at peace, guiding others, turning the tide<br />Others, wounded and healed, bring forth the truth<br />Protecting me, saving me, loving me<br />My Sword, not for my protection<br />My Sword, for their protectionTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-2274267689978197302007-05-20T19:32:00.000-07:002007-05-20T19:42:04.974-07:00DestinyWhat is destiny?<br />Is it fate? Is it choice?<br />Life so simple, not a care in the world<br />Until one day, in my quest for purpose i stumble upon an egg<br />Something of value, something of fortune? It hatches!<br />It becomes a happy part in my life, a joy in a joyless life<br />Yet, my joy has bloomed into my fight.<br />A destiny was layed out before me, one i didnt ask for<br />Planed out by others, expected by many<br />A burden i am asked to face alone, a burden that i cannot bare alone<br />Save the world from evil, protect those i love<br />Yet those around me are hurt, lost for the destiny thrust upon me<br />Alagaesia awaits my help, yet i cannot help myself<br />A boy still inside, a man expected by many to be a hero<br />Legend? Fame? Pride?<br />I didn't ask for destiny, it was put upon me such as life<br />I am Eragon, I am alone, I am forced to fight the hordes, but a boyTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-71468198364128530392007-05-16T20:01:00.000-07:002007-05-16T20:07:23.143-07:00AlagaesiaI wake up young, in a simple life<br />Enjoying the simple pleasures that be<br />Gathering and playing while doing my chores<br />Getting some food, my life forever changed<br />No longer a child, no longer innocent<br />An image, a fate, thrust upon me<br />A destiny i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didnt</span> want, shoes i cannot fill<br />Going from 14 to 30, in the blink of an eye<br />I have to save our people, i have to save the missing<br />I have to keep an iron mask, i have to fight to the death<br />I have to safe myself, but must <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sacrifice</span> myself to save the rest<br />The world asked for a hero, All i asked for was a childhood<br />I understand my purpose, i understand my role<br />I face it head held high, beneath my mask, is a face of sorrow<br />Over those lost, those missing, and the pain inside meTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-31948710418890192602007-05-12T20:56:00.000-07:002007-05-12T21:02:05.676-07:00FaithA poem I wrote in Feb 2002. I received the Editors Chocie Award from Poetry.com and had it printed in their book "Miracles of Nature". Here is the poem Faith:<br /><br />Each day we go to work, we pay our bills, and we feed our families.<br />Each day we think only of ourselves.<br />Yet the day that we are left behind, we fear the world.<br />We worry about our loved ones and we cry out to God, why?<br />Don't fear and don't hate. Those who are missing are with God.<br />They are in a better place and their heart was with him.<br />You may cry for them and you may cry for you, yet you should pray.<br />You now must have Faith to survive.<br />For God will come soon to take the faithful and leave the wicked.<br />Do you want to be left behind?Tribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-70892594777617468762007-05-12T20:53:00.000-07:002007-05-12T20:55:53.340-07:00The Day After Yesturday Part 2The Day After Yesturday, a day gone too fast<br />I look now sadly, at the past<br />Childhood gone, emotionally lost<br />But now im heading forward at any cost<br />Mow me down, hit me back<br />Im not stopping, try and hold me jack<br />Im standing tall, and looking past<br />the days that are now, moving fastTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359325115018882221.post-39498177001536353282007-05-11T21:07:00.000-07:002007-05-11T21:09:53.559-07:00The Day After YesturdayWalking blindly through life blissful, walking to its peak<br />I walk for today, but look back meek<br />The blindfold lifted, i fall into the pit that lay<br />Dropping hard, things where they stay<br />Crying as I step up, looking for tomorrow<br />Looking back, a childhood i might borrow<br />Walking in reverse with hopes of a happy past<br />The Day After Yesturday, A day gone too fastTribalzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17008622603845797996noreply@blogger.com0