The Poet Enters

Listening to the radio today, I heard on the news that some rich people got richer, and some poor people got poorer, some oppressed people were resisting oppression, and some free people were trying to find their happiness.

Is the greatest one, in a particular field, the one with the most skills, the one which is most committed, or simply the one most acknowledged by people with influence?

There are things which could happen, and things which would happen, and also things which should happen; but only the things which do happen are relevant.

When you go out on the pier, make sure you are standing on the part which will remain after the storm and high tide; going out is risky enough.

When you hear the call to justice, do you answer the call, pass it on, or wait for it to pass? Just remember, one day you may have to send out that call.

I can be anything that they will allow me to become; I just need to know who they are, and how to ask them.

It always seems that I wish to be or do something other than what I am currently doing; and when I attempt to do what I thought I had desired to do, I often find that it is also something that I do not wish to do, as well.

Time, endless rivers of it, and nothing to do, except what conforms to your wishes. Summer days, the warm weather and the playful songs on the lips of freedom; but mostly for children released from their scholarly duties.

Morning sun come and embrace me, for I am cold and wet from the night. Hold me within your warmth and light, and I will rise like a vapor.

I never worry about an alien race wiping out mankind; I am pretty sure that we will do that to ourselves.

If we could record our minds onto some form of bio-electrical digital storage media, would you record the original soundtrack, or a remix?

I may not be the master of the world, but I am surely the master of myself; mostly.

If you learn how to fly, fly as high as you can, as far as you can, and for as long as you can.

There is no anger for the things done correctly, and no sorrow for words well spoken.

I am always hoping for life to be fair Forever wondering does anyone care Falling on my face and pulling my hair Cutting through darkness at each lair Breathing too shallow trying to get air Doing everything with my own flair Choosing friends, and not without err Often the pain is more than I can bear Hoping for credit for the things I dare Quenching this thirst is frequently rare Observation insists, this can't be square I try to hold on and escape this snare Frequently my hopes are laid bare I hear the sound of failure and it's blare I can no longer stand and fall to my chair Seeking the victory only justice can spare Viewing the reward even beyond the glare The fall is quite deep and I avoid the scare I must not stay, but I should go where If I cannot stay here, then it must be there

Sympathy has passed and time has fled; but the pain still runs deep to the bone. Will I ever see an end to this sadness, find some hope; what have I to atone?

I seek to touch your heart, your mind and soul; will you seek to do the same? Will our love last longer than this fortnight; will you even remember my name?

Is it lack of courage or intelligence, which leads us to inaction in this system falling apart? Can I blame this immobility to indecision, indifference, or maybe a crass lack of heart?   I cannot say, may never know, or understand the downward spiral of our joint fate. The fall will be profound, even for the few at fault; and blame will not be found in hate.

At a glance, I can see the beauty of your smile Come over here, so that we might talk for a while.

Often I fear for the future of mankind, because mostly we are only concerned with ourselves; and I mean individually and not as a species.

We see things in seconds, minutes, hours, and days; yet the universe around us demands that we view events on a much larger scale.

My dreams are not out there waiting for me; I have to dream them, and then I have to make them my reality.

I know we would be looking at the future, if there wasn't so many people stuck in the past.

I walk along the path of knowledge, sometimes I stray, sometimes I am on point, but all the while I gain understanding in the journey.

Confronting a difficulty can be troublesome; however, avoiding a topic cannot possibly resolve any issue and it can only prolong it's existence.

I have often dreamed of Fame and Glory; but alas, they have never expressed the same desire for me.

Intelligent thought is much sought after, never fully understood, and is rarely acknowledged within it's own time.

Dawning of the day, and my sleepy eyes greet the sun. It is a wholesome day and warmth is it's covering. How many days of sun will I overlook, before partaking in their glory; for surely they are numbered.

Why do some people want to rule the world, and why does everyone else let them; or at worst, give them the chance to try?

I see her sit there, I want to speak, but apprehension holds me back. Each day comes and goes, and I remain silent, and unresponsive. Summer break is now upon us, and I am still unsure what to do.

Importance is just a matter of of skill, or luck, or, friends, or lots of money.