Desires Slave : Goodness's Fool

The world that is so filled with desire
Does with hate and greed conspire
To undo a life’s long labor
And sever ties with the saber!
Shall head or heart rule the day?
For either choice what price will pay?
Shall I surrender to desires call?
Become its puppet and its doll?
Or shall my heart stronger rule?
And to goodness make myself a fool?
Will I weep for what is lost?
Always, always there is a cost!
But still it seems I desire more
Though monetary values make me poor!
Can I resist such fleeting pleasures?
To make way for future treasures?
I know the sorrows of today
Slowly will build the way
To a future of glowing dreams!
But the heart stitched at the seems
That still finds cause to bitterly weep
Yet still has joy to closely keep
Has strength that will wan but not expire
In a life that’s spent dismissing desire!
And if I were to be asked my choice
I’d shout it clear in a ringing voice
The words I say my crowning jewel
Over desires slave I’d sooner be a fool



so Here is a poem I wrote a few months ago and I am almost completely happy with it! This is something that rarely happens and when it does I am always very curious as to my readers interpretations so if you happen to read this poem nothing aside from the opportunity to officially publish my work would make me happier than to hear a response from you and to know your interpretations of this little piece of me.

Tears for the world

this is not one of my best poems but I really like the Idea behind it so here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

To think that a world which in the eyes of a child sparkles like the sun
Could with hate and ignorance, in darkness come undone
To think that desire controls us like a puppet on strings
Or that it is fear rather than truth and justice that rings
To think that hate triumphs over acceptance
That we despise without repentance
To think that the world doesn’t have to be this way
That we do not have to wallow in shades of grey
To think that we have to but reach out a hand
To change the steps that follow in the sand
Come let us do away with hate
Let us see this desired fate
Come let us flood rivers with our tears
Let us witness change in the coming years
Come people of the earth, bring all you cares
Let us lift up our prayers
Come let us join and make the world be
The world that is what children see

Sanity is playing hide and seek with me

no poems today! :( I don't write good poems all that often so I am trying to spread them out so for now I will just write something random about my life which as the title implies sanity is having a bit to much fun jumping in and out of! There are two explanations for this school and insurance companies. However since school is a much easier cause to explain we shall go with that one. That dreaded history paper that I was meant to finish sometime in the ungodly hours of last night never got completed, so overwhelmed was I with sleepiness I thought an hours nap was in order and I would set my alarm for 2:00 am and get back to work, well technology loves me so much my alarm did not go off and I slept through the night. CRAP! miracle worker that I am however I finished My paper in my spare time before classes. Relieved I went to history class after a canceled psychology class, a slow math class and a disastrous lunch, only to find out I formatted my paper incorrectly. How silly of me to assume I should write an essay in essay format and not understand that numerical order meant write my paper like an outline. so naturally after taking a quiz which I likely failed despite three hours of studying I went to my professor all concerned to voice my worries about My paper. "its just a grade" my professor told me "and formatting is only a small percentage of that grade" so realizing I could help my paper no more I handed her the form my grandmother signed giving permission for me to interview her for my essay (why we need permission forms in college I have no idea) anyway as I handed my professor the form I said with half a smile "My Grandmother's signature is a little long because she insisted upon stating that she was my grandmother" to which my professor replied, and this honestly made my day "she must be proud to be your grandmother I know I would be" awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I'm telling you there are benefits to being a teachers pet, teacher honestly like you. So remember kids don't procrastinate, don't count too much on technology and know that there is nothing wrong with being a teachers pet.

The Timebox

Ok so I really, really wanted to post a poem, so here is one that I am relatively happy with, though I do tend to be very critical of my work, but anyway here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Upon a wall the time box stood
Each hour lacking that clear, true chime
The gears that turned spun thoughts of childhood
While thoughts went back in time
Come each hour the crazy redbird burst forth on springs
And delighted children clapped their hands
Coco, coco the redbird sings
And sorrow faded to distant lands
Silent has each hour become
While the cross redbird waited disapproving
And the children hoped their faces glum
Years went by and still the time box stayed unmoving
Always to remain still as stone
The redbird’s song is now lost in the silent unknown.

My First Post

Ok so here is my first atempt at posting a blog! If it apears on the page I will assume it has worked. That said I will cease to write boring words and will do my best to post a poem later today. That all depends of course on weather or not I finish my history report. School is a priority as my mother taught me from an early age and weather I like it or not She is right. So it is time to leave you my (as of now) imaginary audience and prepare myself for the dangerous task of emersing myself into my history homework and hope I am not dammaged or altered to much when I emerge.