It’s fall and i miss you

The leaves change colors
to start the season.
I walk an empty hull your
heart the reason.

The harvest moon fills,
passionate and true.
Soon the air chills;
It’s fall, and I miss you.

When you’re away I might
compare to autumn trees,
because I miss you like
the branches miss the leaves.

The summer sun has fled.
With it, you’ve gone too.
ahead, there’s only dread.
It’s fall, and I miss you.

Yin Yang

Some people have it good.
Some people have it rough.
Some could have it all
and still never have enough.

Some fight for freedom.
Others fight for fame.
Some are rich without
a penny to their name.

Some are treated poorly.
Others treated fair.
Some people deal in science,
Others heal with prayer.

Some feed off laughter.
Others from despair.
Some are devoid of love.
Some have love to spare.

Experiences differ.
It’s how it’s always been.
Not good or bad,
Right or wrong,
Just a Yang for every Yin.

Reliable earth

In this world, I’ve been
three decades out of ten
Every now and then
I stop and wonder when
will the earth stop spinning?
Before the final inning?
We assume it keeps giving
like it has since the beginning.
But they say not to assume,
yet every day we just resume
expecting seeds to bloom
and sunshine every June.
But what if it were days
without the sun’s abundant rays?
Are there different ways
to receive its gift and praise?
It’s hard to understand it —
this planet where we’re planted.
However, we don’t have to,
just don’t take it for granted.

Brave

Be brave today.
You’re stronger than you think.
How many times has the brink
of your will be tested?
Yet here you are, alive and well.
The tree that never fell
no matter how the wind howled,
you faced the storm and toweled
off. What’s a little water to your
ocean of magnificence?
Rainstorms and rain showers
give life. Not all seeds
grow into flowers.
The heavens blessed
you with birth,
to question your worth
is to ask why the sky is,
Or why the sun sets and rises—
you just are. You belong.
You are fierce. Be strong.
Be brave.

The Day the sun didn’t rise

Today I woke and gave a yawn

And rubbed the tired from my eyes.

The clock told me it’s after dawn,

Outside, the Sun, it didn’t rise.

At first I thought, “This is strange,”

But barely gave a second thought.

Into clothes I had to change,

While coffee brewed in the pot.

By now, the Sun leaves Heaven’s den

And scatters paint across the skies.

The clock tells me its 7:10,

Outside, the Sun still didn’t rise.

The problem must be with the clocks!

It’s surely sooner than it seems.

Perhaps I was counting flocks.

Yes! It’s all my silly dreams.

I heard the song of the finch,

But I know it’s just a fake.

I gave my arm the hardest pinch,

But felt the pain, and didn’t wake.

I searched the tv for some clues,

What I saw, to my surprise,

The caption on the morning news,

“Today, the Sun didn’t rise!”

I stared ahead and wondered how

We would fix the error.

With shaky knees and sweaty brow,

I stood and felt the terror.

What did we do to lose the Sun?

Did it give up on us?

Was guiding everyone

Simply superfluous?

The promise of day we’ve always known

Had turned out to be all lies.

The truest nature of man was shown

The day the Sun didn’t rise.

Something made the people stop.

The air was calm and still.

A beam of light appeared atop

And gently rolled o’er the hill.

The cheers began and these the words,

“Thank the Heavens for the Sun!”

People danced to songs of birds,

And Love restored to everyone.

We all looked up, we all as One,

As darkness fled from the skies.

Crying tears we asked the Sun,

“Why oh why didn’t you rise?!”

The Sun yawned as the people wept

And said, “Sorry bro, I overslept.”

Silent adoration

When I’m staring at you,
without making a sound.
I’m lost inside your eyes,
not wanting to be found.

When I’m smiling at you,
without saying a word.
I’m hiding here with you,
not wanting to be heard.

When I’m lying with you,
without making a peep.
I’m counting memories,
instead of counting sheep.

When I kiss you gently,
on lips or on your cheek;
I’m saying “I Love You,”
and I didn’t need to speak.

America

I was born into a land I don’t deserve.
Joined its military ranks but didn’t serve.
Did it all for me and acted like I wasn’t free,
but now I see a way of life we must preserve.

America’s the only place on earth
where your circumstances don’t define your worth.
If you don’t believe, then pack a bag a leave
and see how many countries give you berth.

There’s a reason why America’s the dream.
People leave families behind to join our team.
Equal opportunity for all, not just you and me,
a promise offered only by our regime.

Americans today are so confused.
Free to choose but say we are abused.
Those who hate, almost seem to benefit the most
from the same system which stands to be accused.

We’re not perfect, but if you focus on
every single flaw and every con,
and fight to make the west the same as all the rest,
you’ll miss what you had when it is gone.

Thief

Today I saw a thief.
He stole a morning snack.
I went to approach him
to say, “Go put it back!”

I simply can’t explain.
Perhaps just in a mood.
I stopped to think about the
fact, he may need the food.

His clothes were ragged
but that’s the style of today.
I didn’t want to judge him
in that specific way.

He may have children
whom haven’t had a bite,
for several aching days;
for several waking nights.

The thief had come and gone
while imagining his plight.
The shop owner arrived,
but the thief was out of sight.

He looked to me and said,
“Thieves don’t know the cost.
I’ll have to sell 15 just
to make up what I’ve lost.”

Then, I felt conflicted,
‘cause in the thief’s defense,
he must eat to live, but
not at this man’s expense.

This man has a family
depending on his store.
Now they’ll miss a meal-
the thief missed many more.

Stealing is always wrong.
I know this much is true.
I can’t help but wonder
what I, or you, would do?

The Cure For Life

Life is an illness for which there’s no cure.
Fright into stillness, a knock at the door.
Imploring words spoken, I chose to ignore.
The door flew wide open, I fell to the floor.

“Oh my word my dear child!” This voice was uncaring,
“What has happened to you that is so overbearing?
”She grinned and leaned in, said, “Tell me your strife.”
“I’m suffering from this forsaken life!”

“Suffering?” she asked, “Then we mustn’t waste time.”
I felt her intentions becoming malign.
A cloaked formed around her. A blade flicked a shine.
My words did confound her, “I was faking, I’m fine!”

I was shaking as I continued to cry.
“I was wrong for thinking the cure was to die!”
She replied, “Too bad you realized this too late.
You’ve made your decision, now suffer the fate!”

Life is an illness.
Appreciation – the cure.
Don’t take it for granted or
the knock may be at Your door.