Bonds and Love by Friends and Family

Friends among friends
The love of those whom have known each other for years

It’s amazing;
The subtleties that exist between those who are close
It extraordinary;
The connection that forms between people

The times seem too good to be true
And the beauty of the relationship often goes unnoticed
So when they finally disappear
There just doesn’t seem to be anything to fill the void that opens in the soul

Such a scary realization when a family member disappears
When they leave you in the world of mortality
There just doesn’t seem to be any drug to make the sadness go away
The broken heart can only heal over time

Family among family
It’s different the connection of those who were raised together
It’s beautiful and serene

No fights, no bouts of disrespectful words
Nothing can completely cover the feelings that exist
Or existed between brother and brother
Or mother and child
Or even husband and wife

The fate of those moments that showed what love was like
Was to create memories of what should exist between family, and friends
It is true beauty to create the bonds between people
A beauty that can be seen, felt, smelled, tasted, heard, and related to
Only the mortal world could be so simple,
As to believe in love and the bond between people

Moving On and Finding the Way

time passes by
and people move on
living lives that never cease moving forward

no backwards steps
just a one way ticket to the next step of their life
not many want to recognize this
even though they all live it

ignoring the facts of life,
gives so much freedom
lifts so much pressure

no fear of the future forcing itself upon them
no predictions necessary
just a present time and place to focus the mind on

finally the freedom to plan the future
even though there is no guarantee of what will come
daily routines done for a time

just the time of the present to relax in
and the quiet of reminiscence to calm them

embrace the idea that everything comes in time
but only live in the time that has already come
don't focus on what might come
that is unnecessary
they'll find they're own future
and they will embrace it

Successes and Slip-ups

Celebration for a graduation
Punishment for a mistake

We love to live in success, and spotlights;
And hate to be seen as failures

Which causes a question
Why don't we always try our hardest?

Constantly beating ourselves up
Just because we didn't do something right

does it seem right,
to be so harsh on ones self?

We may not always be able to try again
But can't we try new ideas and learn?

Perhaps we deserve what we do to ourselves
Perhaps we feel victimized by others

But our successes make us so happy
They are achievements that we did

Why should all those bad thoughts and failures weigh us down?
Forget them they don't make you feel good

Just think of all the people who are proud of you for what went right
Think about what you've done to make yourself happy

if the lives of people are good then they are successful
then they can proceed with more successes

The Starved and Underused Word spelled J.O.Y.

A voice,
It's calling through the darkness
Faintly, weak

Desperate for a response
Growing more frantic
Still a subtle cry though

Drowned out by boisterous voices
The liars of troubled times
Making an attempt to bury the starved one

No, it will not stop
This voice will be heard
No matter how long it takes
No matter how strong or weak it is

As determination grows
The pace of time slows
Sounds from everywhere but this voice become muffled

A slowly gaining courage lifts this voice of piteous longing up
Showing a vividly clear and powder blue sky
This ragged hoarse crying...

These boisterous yells attempt to continue
Giving all their strength to silence a scarred, lame word
A word that despite its ragged disposition, brings beauty
And puts a smile on the faces of all who hear it

Joy...

The Window to Life

The hopeful man
The analyst of all that causes fear
It is not to be laughed at
This is known to him
The hopeful man

The compassionate woman
The believer that there is good in all
It is not to be underestimated
She has realized this
The compassionate woman

The carefree child
The loving and unwavering light of innocence
It is to be gazed at in wonder
This is shown
By the carefree child

The wise old man
The proof that a good life can be had
It is to be trusted
This is respected
By the wise old man

For the ages to show
People are the Perfect window
And all we have to do is open our eyes

What is the Soul

It is to be loved
It is something to heed
The talents of man
The greatness of knowledge
The willingness to learn

A desire to know what is right
As well as what is wrong
Intellectually
Morally

To have a sense of morals
Such an important aspect of the separation between animals and people
A knowledge of what we should do and when it should be done
What a large part of life
A part of life that has often gone unrecognized

Humans are said to have souls
If so we must prove this
Through the morals of an individual
Not to take advantage
Not to rush into a misunderstanding
We must prove the existence of a sould

Through compassion
we prove that our soul is good

Through disruption
We prove that our soul has faults

Through murder
We prove that our soul is blackened

But how do we prove that we simply have a soul?
Is it through simply do what we are led to do?
Or is it by doing what we know is right?

Perhaps we prove the existence of a soul through recognizing what we have done wrong
Trying to fix what mistakes that we have made

The soul must show
Someday it's existence must be proven
but until then
let us have faith

A Success Belongs to Those Who Try

I miss the man who reads a story
I can't find a way to meet the woman who sings
I am too nervous to find the playwright

I cannot fear who I do not know
And I cannot greet the stranger who shy's away

I wish to live
And be the friend, the model, and the student,
Maybe even the teacher

To sit in a dark room
It does not suit the lively men, women, and children

Go out into the world
Be the success you dream of being

You cannot experience
What you don't chase after
And you cannot see
What you let hide from your eyes, mind, and soul

So ask the man desired to be
And find the success meant to be achieved
Find your dreams
Grasp them and don't let go

Don't release the running goal
It will try to escape you
Or it will give in and embrace you

Give yourself chances
And let others chance a her to himself
or a goddess to her own lively heart

what will begin
Will not necessarily relate to what end comes about