Haughty heads held high by stiffly arranged bodies
While salty laughter lends to a bitter taste
A black sheep quietly positions himself alone
Pride and Hate do not drip from his lips
He forces a cordial laugh that stumbles out
His peers suspiciously eye his astute reactions
In his mind he pictures a quiet, vacant scene
The greediest of them all leans over to his ear
“I see you squirming child, you better watch yourself”
Ice- cold words freeze the boys position into place
Now or never, no later your only chance is now
A deep breath only produces recycled smoke filled lungs
The boys eyes rapidly dart from the door to the crowded table
Silently, he pleads with His Father up in Heaven
Strength, not of his own carries him off of the old wooden stool
The boy whispers a sincere prayer of deep devotion to Him above
A simple prayer was heard by the Greatest of them all
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The Tragic Man Deficiency-An Intimate Dialogue of a Typical 20 year old Girl
The Tragic Man Deficiency
A few items of business need to be set straight before I begin this book. No, I am not a raving feminist. I whole-heartedly believe in the sanction of marriage. Also, I do not hate the male species. Every night before I go to bed I do not write in my journal, “I hate men!” Men can be great. Sadly, “can” is the MIA word for the day. Excuse me, for the century.
Respect. Aretha Franklin hit this epidemic right on the head back in 1967. I believe that this problem has escalated to a mere tragedy. Back in the seventies a song came out, “Where have all the flowers gone?” Referring to the men who went off to war at Vietnam. The current day version would go, “Where have all the real men gone?”
Alright, I will stop complaining and now give evidence to support my hypothesis, which is: All real men, balls and all, should be placed on the animal extinct list.
A few items of business need to be set straight before I begin this book. No, I am not a raving feminist. I whole-heartedly believe in the sanction of marriage. Also, I do not hate the male species. Every night before I go to bed I do not write in my journal, “I hate men!” Men can be great. Sadly, “can” is the MIA word for the day. Excuse me, for the century.
Respect. Aretha Franklin hit this epidemic right on the head back in 1967. I believe that this problem has escalated to a mere tragedy. Back in the seventies a song came out, “Where have all the flowers gone?” Referring to the men who went off to war at Vietnam. The current day version would go, “Where have all the real men gone?”
Alright, I will stop complaining and now give evidence to support my hypothesis, which is: All real men, balls and all, should be placed on the animal extinct list.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Love is What You Make It
Love is unexpected
Yet, Love can be unsure
Love is won by peace
Yet, Love can be mistaken
Love is what you make it
Love is found in hope
Yet, Love can cause suffering
Love is a summer’s night
Yet, Love can lose its’ way
Love is what you make it
Love is not coincidence
Yet, Love can lose its’ spark
Love is service without guile
Yet, Love can be transparent
Love is what you make it
Love is full of patience
Yet, Love can be one sided
Love is real and true
Yet, Love can be wasted
Love is what you make it
If Love is found, keep it
If Love is shown, give back
If Love remains, stay strong
Love is what you make it
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