Sunday, April 13, 2014
I wanted to write a song for you
But I didn't know where to begin
I reached into my memory bank
The first thought was friend
Since the days in junior high
I can't remember a time you weren't by my side
Through thick and thin
Ups and downs
You were always there to turn my frown upside down
We'd often laugh at the silliest of things
When I would forget the lyrics
You always remembered the words to sing
When I was down and out
I turned to you without doubt
You'd provide the comforting words
Or unleash your wisdom
Or lend me your courage
People are placed in your life path for a reason
Often traveling in different directions
I'm glad that our lives met at the perfect intersection
Although we may not always agree
Finding a friend in you was a plan that was meant to be
from napowrimo.net Day 12 of National Poetry Month, write a 'replacement' poem in which you choose a noun and an intangible item.
Noun = music
Intangible = (the) wind
I found this article about music at The Economist (http://www.economist.com/node/12795510)
Why The Wind?
If the WIND be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it.
And if not? Well, what exactly is it for?
WIND is a big part of the economy.
Bring the WIND to the living rooms and picnic tables.
Today, people are so surrounded by other people's WIND that they take it for granted.
Other appetites, too, have been sated even to excess by the WIND.
What appetite drives the proliferation of the WIND to the point where the average American teenager spends 1½-2½ hours a day—an eighth of his waking life—listening to it?"
An idea that is widely touted is that the WIND binds groups of people together.
The WIND is a cross between an accident and an invention.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
I threw my hands in the air
Crying out to the Most High in despair
Here my cries Great Universe
Know that life here on Earth
Hurts for most
Care for those who could care less
The weight of this burden
Truly a heavy load
Guide my spirit ancestors
So I may trudge this uneven road
Too often we think we know the answers
Then something hits us and
You find yourself returning
To from that which you came
Purposefully put here to endure
God is counting on you
To make it through
When you feel down and out
To the sky and speak your peace
Sing your praises
Let the tears fall as they cleanse
Save for work
and a handful that care
Life on earth
seems rather bare
Alone in a room
filled with many
Life in this society
still seems empty
We pass on another
on crowded streets
Daring not to speak
or allowing eyes to meet
Although, in tight knit circles
revolves the clique
Life in native groups
still at times, doesn't stick
Semblances of closeness
often tricks of illusion
We project inner emotions
on things and beings without
Saturday, April 5, 2014
all to often
we seek peace in
weighting oneself down
with their trivial things
peace is not to be
where your heaviest light lies
is within the heart
residing deep down inside