Beleaguered Earth, Words of wisdom and Rainbow Feather Challange

Bridging the Gap We live in a world; of mixed generations, Bound we are; to have frustrations, Decisions and choices; we will make, May determine; our lifelong fate From old to young; young to old, We pass on our wisdom; from stories told, For if we find; a common place, We will be; in a better space Young and old; we are the same, As we play; this lifelong game, Even though; some resist, There are those; who insist Our elders have; time and wisdom, It is on their side, Now the younger generation; A choice; you must decide Be we wrong; or be we right, There will always; be this plight, Somethings come easy; others you earn, Take their wisdom; use what you learn Pass it on down; you know there will be, Another generation; coming to thee, Looking for wisdom, wanting the knowledge, For it is them, we must acknowledge For in the future: our care depends, On that generation, not our friends, Teach them honest; teach them well, For in our future; they will dwell

Changing Rules

We scorch our lands; and pollute our waters,

What of our kin; sons and daughters,

Just to meet our demands,

We have scarred; our sacred lands

Sun rises; over the valley,

As I sit and keep the tally,

One bird flying; over yonder,

Two squirrels, singing song,

No sights or sounds; of any others,

Where could they; all have gone

Cityscapes; in the distance,

For we meet; no resistance,

Build it here; bury there,

Never considering; deer or bear

Often I think; what of thee,

As I perch; beneath this tree,

Had Mother Nature; changed the rules

And they forced us; to be the fools

Pushing us away; more each day,

Till we starve; or expire,

Turning away; from our home,

Always forcing; us to roam

As the sun sets; to the west,

Forget not; we are guests,

Mind your manners; do no harm,

Take Mother Nature; in your arms

For now we too; are on the run,

The damage is great; and cant be undone,

Keep her clean; within your space,

Enjoy her bounty; but leave no trace.

Comfort What is this thing we call, The absence of malice and hurt? Some may call it freedom, some say joy.. To some, the ability to live life as they please, But to many, heartbreaking, as they hit their knees.. Some may have a special place, Many may call upon God, and his grace.. All I know, is it should not be surrendered, or shaded And should remain free.. It's a place to relax, and to breath, One you should never, have to leave.. What is this thing we call, The absence of malice and hurt? For me, It's called comfort.

"Deep Within"

Deep within lays, our fears and desires,

From atop, there are sunlit skies,

See the orange, and see the blue,

Though most people, would have no clue..

Deep within, there is a fire, from the ambers, a certain glow,

Though our desires are met with disappointment, then, and only then,

We may grow..

Deep within, there is a space, if you will,

a darkened place,

What you will find, nobody knows, maybe a

fire, maybe a rose..

Fire or rose, fire or rose, what you will find, nobody knows..

Deep Within

"Despondency of Flight"

An Eagles View

To soar within; these skies,

The sights; seen below.

The trees, the valley, the rivers flow,

Freely flying; no destination,

Among the clouds; in heavens grace...

Timbering pines; and natures yields,

To see the mountain snowcaps,

View the flowered fields,

Is surely a vision; one to behold...

These eyes now see; mans destruction,

Over the lands; his construction.

For them to see; with their eyes,

What I see; from these skies...

Granted no permission; taking advantage,

Our homes pushed back; never to return,

Lost freedom's; is what we learned...

If man had wings; wings of his own,

He too would see; what's left of our home.

Raped lands; polluted waters,

What they pass on; to sons and daughters...

Barren hills, once of bounty,

Open prairies; now dust bowls.

Crystal waters; once flowed free,

Enjoyed by all; including me...

The damage is done; what should we do,

I can do nothing; it's up to you.

From within your hearts; make right your wrongs,

So this eagle; will once again

Sing his song; over the lands...

"Fame"
The cost of life is death,
The cost of pain,is personal gain,
The cost of ignorance, can lead to fame..

For fame, can be over-rated at times,
A poetic line, or a simple ryhme,
Can seal your fate,for eternal time.

Why do people strive for fame?
For many, it's just a game,
For others, It's all in a name..
After all, we are all human, and still the same.

So, why the need for fame?
It's simple..
So others will remember your name.

Dedicated to my wife, my soul-mate, my life.

Forlorn... No Longer

Aspiration of another; searching for more,
From manifested dreams; you arrive.
Showing your presence; filling the void,
Despondent no more, for now companions

Once of lustful imagination; brought forth from within,
Visions of you, your smile, your beauty.
No longer; a fleeting moment in time,
Your presence here; a physical one

Feeling complete; the heart and soul,
Our journey begun; through timeless passions.
From your whisper comes; the breath of life,
Your touch; it sparks euphoria

Once again; a purpose found,
Feelings abound; much desire.
Forlorn no longer; no empty soul,
My life complete; feeling whole

God's Hands

From deep within; these starlit skies,

What should appear; before my eyes..

Maybe a constellation, a comet or two,

Maybe a bright star, that shines on thru..

The wonder of it all; keeps us guessing,

You know its true,

Like waves upon the ocean, and its bounty too..

For in this vast area we call heaven, under this

Umbrella we are still brethren

Sit upon the ground tonight; grab a friend,

Sing a song, or read a book..

But what ever you do, be sure to look..

Cause from these skies; come no lies,

From up there; there are no ties,

Truly free, to float about, or

To stand up, straight and stout..

From deep within; these starlit skies,

What should appear; before my eyes,

A vision of hope; the feel of peace,

A pair of hands: lined with fleeceGods hands.

Hear the Thunder

I often wonder, as I hear the thunder,

What it sounds like , from deep down under..

For in the skies, and on the plains,

It sounds to me, like roaring trains..

To many, we call it God's grumble,

For others, considered, a murky mumble..

It can be soft, or even loud,

It comes from up on high, through a clear,

or darkened sky..

From below, even deep down under,

If you hear it, you need not wonder..

For if you listen, You need not fear it,

It's a message, from our great spirit.

It'll be Ok"

The world is in turmoil, what will become of tomorrow,

Things have gone astray,

Mankind, is against the fence,

Our time is one of sorrow.

It'll Be Ok...

The future is not ours to display, but for our children to pray..

So never give up the fight, we can always make it right,

The wrongs, the rights, who's to say?..

One things for sure,

It'll Be Ok..

We did not know, we would be to blame,

Or to have to bear, the unforgivable shame..

The future holds so many promises,

Yet, still seems to escape us..

It'll Be Ok..

No one man, can bear it all..

The wrong, the pain, the sorrow,

He can only hope , and stand tall..

And know that tomorrow, It'll Be Ok..

It'll Be Ok

For Leah, my dog..

"Lesson from a Companion"

Timeless passions; together we shared,

acting like children; if we dared.

From early on; we connected,

strong like pillars; fully erected.

Seasons came; and time has passed,

awaiting our faiths; our journeys last.

Trial and error; and through tribulation,

you and I have a relation.

Though not of blood; you are my brother,

for I would have it; in no way other.

Sharing lifes passions;living each day,

yearning for youth; wanting to play.

Memories of old; rekindling the past,

our youthful spirits; hoping they last.

Friendships come; and friendships fade,

upon our hearts; this burden laid.

Seperate lives; we must live,

passions yearned for; things we give.

It's not the burden; or the pain,

in the end; it's what we gain.

From youth to elder; and in between,

pillers over time; they must lean.

Weakened foundation; structures cracked,

coming apart and; un-evenly stacked.

Within nature; things move along,

forging onword; leaving the past.

Within the passing; of each day,

Relationships strengthen; or fade away.

Our history is past; future unknown,

our lives are not; etched in stone.

Word to the wise; live each day,

be it known; we're withering away.

2004-09-29

"Mystic Warrior"

You have fought; the almighty battles,

All that’s left,

Broken bones; and painful rattles’…

Within the hills, and through the clatter,

You often wonder; does it matter,

For, to feel the pain, there must be gain…

Thou hast survived; through yet another…

Feats of strength; for fear of nothing,

You march onward; as though a herd,

Sharing your spirit; but not of word…

Grueling at times, euphoric at others,

Strengths from within, combined with your might,

Prepare you for; this final fight…

From darkness you merge, ready to go,

Prepared to watch the spirit flow,

The other side; fights not fair,

Welcome to; the dragons layer…

Victory is yours, express euphoria,

Hence you are known;

As… the Mystic Warrior

One Man's Journey

These feet have traveled; many a mile,

Leaving a path; of broken tile.

The ground I tread; has turned to dust,

For adventure; I truly lust.

Always walking; moving forward,

First this direction; then to that.

Packing gear; loosing thought,

Through this land; I do trot.

Careful to leave; no selfish marks,

On the field’s edge, singing larks.

Up the hill; I do trudge,

For this mountain; shall not budge.

Through the desert; barren land,

Painful cacti; thorn in hand.

Under the stars; I do sleep,

Rekindling the past; I do weep.

These eyes have seen; much despair,

What is this fragrance; in the air.

Could it be; a vision within,

As I struggle to begin.

A new day dawns; the sun rises,

Looking forward; to new surprises.

So these feet; continue to wonder,

Through valley and hill; to where I ponder.

There is no destination; I have in mind,

Only to travel; to wonder alone.

To see all there is; in this land,

Before I am forced; to play my hand.

My life here; is a stitch in time,

I do so wish; to see it all.

Remembering every mile...

As I continue; this journey of mine,

Taking a moment; stealing time,

Enjoying this bounty; it brings a smile,

As I trudge, my final mile.

Its time to sleep; my final slumber,

Having walked throughout these lands,

My journey complete; its time to rest,

For in God's hands; I feel best.

"Our Destiny"

Our destiny is like a road on a map,

When we are done, only then, we may nap.

Life is created by drops of water,

Death, from drops of blood,

Tears, from pain and joy

Life, is created by man and woman,

Death, from fear and pain,

Tears, by every girl and every boy

Life, is created by the greatest spirit of them all,

Death, from someone above us all,

Tears, are created, then we realize,

We have no control at all.

"Plea for Help"

Dedicated to St.Judes Children's Hospital

Cancer Treatment Center

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It is a dream; to clear these halls,

To much pain, for many children,

We have one vision;

For all who dwell within this place.

The weak, the weary; so many cheated,

Their lives tormented.

Asking why, there is no reason,

To have to say goodbye,

To our children.

From your gift; a life you may save,

Your money, your time; is so little,

To give this child; just a little.

Bits of progress; sharing hope,

How can you sit there;

And just say nope

So much depends; on your compassions,

For this little ones, life and passions.

To spare the pain, and see the smile,

Your donation can take us miles.

No more pain, only joy,

Give what you can, to save this girl,

Or little boy.

Ill they are, its not their fault,

Only know, what you do; can take them far.

For cure is on the horizon;

Hope in every eye.

Lets not let; another child die.

Give of yourself, think of your own,

Let's not let them; feel alone.

Praise the Farmer

Raising cattle; to fields of grains,

Nobody knows; the farmers pains,

With dry spouts; a threat to all,

Undoubtedly: one will fall

A farmers life; depends on much,

Equipment and tool: weather and such,

Schedules and plans; must be on target,

In hopes of profit; at the market

From seed to product; he works all day,

Plowing fields: and bailing hay,

Late to bed; early to rise,

Always looking; for the prize

The biggest veggie; awarded cattle,

He continues to rage; the daily battle,

For wed be not, lest their yields,

They give us life; from their fields

They greet the day; dawning their armor,

Praise them high; for they be farmers

Questioning Myself

It doesnt seem right, to be full of rage, with so much hate

within this world already.. For I too, sympathize, with those behind walls

they stay, huddled in the darkness, fearing the coming of light..

Whats to look forward to, I ask.. You speak to me in your passing, but

pay no mind to my cries, you give a morsel, pacified, you walk away.

Left alone to my thoughts, of better days, of long ago. I perch upon whatever is near, maybe curl up in the corner, For I have no dignity, for my purpose here.. Is one of display.. for some others, ignorance.

You put me here for unknown reasons, maybe I was weak, maybe to strong, and maybe its your cowardice on display. I was captured, tortured, and taken from my home, forced to yield, or be beaten more. Why am I full of rage I ask, why indeed;

Loneliness, discomfort, deplorable conditions, for a start. I use to be free, free to roam. Now I have a cell, a minimal space, for my soul and time.

Maybe they are right, for with all this rage, maybe I do belong, After all, I am an animal, an animal, full of rage, because you put me here; Here in this cage.Questioning Myself.

Renewal

This barren land; beneath my feet,

Was once: field of wheat.

Scorched by fire; laid to rest,

Done by Mother Nature; she knows best.

Over yonder; timbers too,

Ablaze in color; she starts anew.

She reclaims her land; our plantations,

As she prepares; for new generations.

Though we feel; a deepened loss,

Pay heed; for she is boss.

She will dictate; the cycle of life,

Over her lands; through her strife.

She sends us a message;

Each time that she burns,

For it is life; That she truely yurns.

From blackened soils; to lush green hills,

Mother Nature continues; to bring us thrills.

From flowers anew; to sprouting pines,

Even the fields; of lush grape vines.

It is not for us to question; Only for us to follow through.

For she returns; what she must take, As she knows; what's at stake.

In her hands; we put our trust,

For life to continue; its a must.

So question not; as she burns,

Throughout time we have learned,

Through this pain; and blackened sky,

We need not ask; for we know why.

In her grace; and compasionate heart,

She affords us; a brand new start.

For new generations; they will see,

This beautiful land; she has given to thee.

"Shelter in a Pinch"

Wondering alone, lost in splendor,

This canopy of trees; forms a shroud.

Nightfall is approaching, there’s no way out

Needing a shelter; beneath these clouds.

I forage for boughs, and other twig,

To form a shelter; protection, for the night.

From within the dark; the sounds one hears,

can surely stir a fright…

With twig and leaves as my walls,

Making sure it is sturdy,

I crawl inside, curled up in shiver,

seeking comfort; before night falls.

Within this shelter, I feel at ease

able to hide; if I please,

For now it is home, this leafy dome,

tomorrow, is another day…

Safe from the elements, feeling ok,

I drift off to slumber; and end this day.

Waking in morn, feeling renewed,

a sense of pride; admiring the view…

For the shelter I built; withstood the night,

I foraged the wilds; and back home I race

Being of clear mind; using my skills,

knowing how to track; and leave no trace.

Smile

Smile, for your beauty lies within

Greet thy day; and let love begin...

Most often, I await; and anticipate

your return,

Looking forward, never backwards,

Rekindling our fires, and passions we yurn..

So take on thy day; do what ye must,

Return unto me, thy passions and lust,

For now relax, and stay awhile,

As you know, tomorrow begins,

Yet another day, and another smile.

"Tears"

Tears from within, can set your

Head and heart into a spin..

Tears from joy, tears from pain,

Who's to say what is to gain

Tears can cleanse the soul,

Or make you feel, half or whole...

Tears are our way, of expressing pain and joy, happiness and fear,

Every man, woman, and child, should experience a tear

Without a tear, you live a lie,

They are not for sale, for you to buy

So shed as many as you wish,

But, please always remember this

Without a tear, you live a lie.

The Flower

Moonflower at night; lavender by day,

Magnificent sights; some would say,

From, river to valley; and fields to hills.

Some partake; of daffodils

Violets of blue; roses of pink,

What colors are missing; let me think,

We often forget; from the ground,

Most of them; start as brown

From stem to leaf; most turn green,

Some stand straight; some may lean,

From below; their darkened tomb,

Most of them; come to bloom

Within the cycle; colors will flow,

Some still seen; by moonlights glow,

It gains its strength; from its roots,

From atop; it bears its fruits

In your search; of strength and power,

Take a lesson; view a flower.

The Giver

From this empty shell; a special heart did dwell,

Within its time; beat it did

And, did so very well

On the journey; it did so tier

Always pumping, always yearning,

From shell to light; being the best,

Transferred from one; to anothers chest

Shock it to life; end anothers pain,

For they still have; much to gain,

Close up the chest; as it were a dome,

For this heart; now has a home

As you sit upon the river,

Forget not; the unselfish giver,

For in their absence; you gain pleasure,

From what was once; their greatest treasure

As this heart, continues to beat,

Forget not; their choice,

So that you; may continue to live,

And fill the heart; with rejoice

The Unselfish Gift

Huddled within; these majestic peaks,

Crisp air adds a chill.

For this is; a solitary place,

As I lonely; roam these hills.

From this place; I can see,

this wonderful vision, given to thee.

In the center, beneath this sky,

Smothered in cloud, peaks on high.

As I greet another day,

and I glance upon this land,

I often wish I were able;

to take a moment, to shake his hand.

This vision I have; and awsome sight,

To praise him high; seems only right.

Lake of crystal water;

Valley of colorful hues,

I only have one to thank;

For these priceless views.

For on his canvas; we call earth,

He paints a picture; for all to see.

He brings us life; affords us birth,

Within his strokes, all his splendor.

Unselfish acts; and lack of need,

He gives to thee; free of greed.

These visions of hope; these sights of beauty,

All we have is one task,

To protect what he shares.

This alone is what he asks.

Time

There is no pressure; for us to deal,

Almost scary; but yet, so real

Within this calm, this moment of time,

One can form; words or rhyme

Seconds go by; ticking away,

Priceless moments; of our day

Time to reflect; reflect I say,

As we close out; another day

On the wall; hangs a clock,

It tries and tries; to tell us time

Immersed in word; even rhyme,

Were to busy; to notice time

Fleeting thoughts; come and go,

The fire burns; and leaves a glow

I will return; to this space,

For time here, has no place