Flying high, traveling far
Playing fast, laughing hard
Another experience, missing
Going to a far off place
Enjoying the summer sun
Swimming with friends
More experiences, missing
Alone without friends
Alone without help
Alone with a quest
More experiences, faced
Finding a friend
Finding a god father
Finding a life line
More experiences, enjoyed
Going to the past, impossible
Reliving childhood, gone
Moving forward, idle
More experiences, obtainable
Someone to look up to me
Someone to follow me
Someone to lead
Experiences, waiting
Experiences
Missing
Gone
Idle
Impossible
Faced
Enjoyed
Waiting
but
Experiences Obtainable
Showing posts with label praying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label praying. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Experience
Labels:
childhood,
childhood pain,
experiences,
life,
metaphors,
poems,
poetry,
praying,
the missing
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Alagaesia
I wake up young, in a simple life
Enjoying the simple pleasures that be
Gathering and playing while doing my chores
Getting some food, my life forever changed
No longer a child, no longer innocent
An image, a fate, thrust upon me
A destiny i didnt want, shoes i cannot fill
Going from 14 to 30, in the blink of an eye
I have to save our people, i have to save the missing
I have to keep an iron mask, i have to fight to the death
I have to safe myself, but must sacrifice myself to save the rest
The world asked for a hero, All i asked for was a childhood
I understand my purpose, i understand my role
I face it head held high, beneath my mask, is a face of sorrow
Over those lost, those missing, and the pain inside me
Enjoying the simple pleasures that be
Gathering and playing while doing my chores
Getting some food, my life forever changed
No longer a child, no longer innocent
An image, a fate, thrust upon me
A destiny i didnt want, shoes i cannot fill
Going from 14 to 30, in the blink of an eye
I have to save our people, i have to save the missing
I have to keep an iron mask, i have to fight to the death
I have to safe myself, but must sacrifice myself to save the rest
The world asked for a hero, All i asked for was a childhood
I understand my purpose, i understand my role
I face it head held high, beneath my mask, is a face of sorrow
Over those lost, those missing, and the pain inside me
Labels:
childhood,
childhood pain,
faith,
god,
life,
poems,
poetry,
praying,
the missing
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Faith
A 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:
Each day we go to work, we pay our bills, and we feed our families.
Each day we think only of ourselves.
Yet the day that we are left behind, we fear the world.
We worry about our loved ones and we cry out to God, why?
Don't fear and don't hate. Those who are missing are with God.
They are in a better place and their heart was with him.
You may cry for them and you may cry for you, yet you should pray.
You now must have Faith to survive.
For God will come soon to take the faithful and leave the wicked.
Do you want to be left behind?
Each day we go to work, we pay our bills, and we feed our families.
Each day we think only of ourselves.
Yet the day that we are left behind, we fear the world.
We worry about our loved ones and we cry out to God, why?
Don't fear and don't hate. Those who are missing are with God.
They are in a better place and their heart was with him.
You may cry for them and you may cry for you, yet you should pray.
You now must have Faith to survive.
For God will come soon to take the faithful and leave the wicked.
Do you want to be left behind?
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