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Life after, fills me with utter joy
Past, present, future live I
though Carpe Diem is no lie
Love gives meaning to my very existence
Days of thought
left me not
From the times I ran free,
as a boy
thinking only of life, uncannily,
as a toy
Having but one friend to love in life
Loyal companion from dawn to dusk
To Fritz, loyal friend, stay close by
Leave not from my path,
or I am as true as the initials of mine
To Life, I’ll most certainly die
From all of life’s wrath
If it weren’t for Fritz, who will forever shine
Life goes on from day to day,
dog be he, who is here to stay
Day's walks, three in all,
are his enjoyment among his paws
Hope scuttles when I call
Shaking as a shark he gnaws
at my pant leg, as my hand waves for bay
He is but a dog, who holds no spirit
I am but a mortal, who can only try
Try in life, as all do but with the slowness of my own
From day to day, my slowness in life’s clearly shown
So shall I be kept down deep
Lazy as the dog in my lap
Laying in his child-like sleep
May he come awake when I clap
If he doesn’t, I shall weep
Like me, He can’t wake from his nap
Ever shall I wait till the day I die
She is waiting there upon the hill-high
There’s death and someday, soon, I will take her
I’ll hold her like Fritz, forevermore
Ever closer to her, to see my maker
Which I have long since made ready for
With laziness my mark
at the sound of a bark
shall end my short days
through many life’s arrays
of life’s brightened beauty
which cannot be held
Because no one can see
when they have been felled
As for Fritz, may his nonspirit heighten my own
His puppy love, truer than true love, always shown
So I may fly into clouds with but hair to waver
And my tales to hold onto, acting as my saver
From life so glum, with only my dog to strum
with no guitar to play, to make so dear a tune
Faces come and faces go, I shall show my glum
My distaste for such pride
Unlike dogs, who only ignore
But lap at the passing tide
Wagging tails, they smile all the more
While I’m hardened with hate
for such people of hate
their very heart strives on it
and who can help but wonder
how a world so down and under
Twisted and backwards
To go anywhere but down
Only the creator, can see through the world of blur
May I have the acceptance of a dog
To welcome everyone, though I am seen as a cur.
Take me now
Don’t you slow
I’ve waited now, for but a year
And never once did I shed a tear
Why am I the way I am?
Good humor, good jest.
Temper crumbles—
Me at my very best—
My walls of iron,
Pick now one
Who shall come
Soon, who will but know me for me
And not who the world can only see
I am but a child
Frail and weak
I have come to learn
That words are heavy
And are my fears
Tongues can burn
And so can tears
Say to lay down their swords
Let them persecute me not
For lives so bad and rot
Never let me go
For my heart will stop
My heart is dark and hard
And none can come of it
Like cancer it shall grow
And everyday I am slow
To the criticizers
And the criticized
May you lift me up,
Please make me anew
Which only you can do
Make them drop their swords
Not another strike can I take
I’m frail and can easily break
What from your Word do I not abide?
I wish to strive on love and faith
Not the world’s hate and pride
Love is foreign
Hate is a friend
Why can’t they change,
before the end?
Or can they,
change today?
Am I to live each day so weak?
Taking each word they speak
Living only but to die
Lift me up say I
For I so weak can only try
But fall, and wish to die
No longer am I to be
living through such agony
which only the strongest man can bare
And I but a poet, can look, only to stare
End it now, come this day
For I am but a Child
and no longer wish to stay.
The proud Indians with weapons bare stood their ground
Against the foolish White men who thought they had found
this land so beautifully grand
At Custer’s last stand
Give no cheer
for this year
For though this day the Indians won
Their victory against the White man,
could not long endure
The battle wasn’t nearly done
as the chaos seemed the battle’s plan
Their victory sure
Taking no more this day,
For they were here to stay
Never they give into the bearded man’s demand,
But as proud Indians they would fight for their land,
That finishing day, the day of Custer’s last stand
The easy victory was getting close at hand
As all tribes, whether friend or foe
grouped together in their one united band,
And stood there still without their hoe
But armed with hatchet, spear, and bow
Unnerved chieftains waved their tomahawk
And down fell the white man like a rock
The battle heated only by the Indian’s passion
For their land, which had been badly rationed
With what the White men had taught
Did the Indians use as they fought
Taking hold of matted hair
Sending hatchet there
Then came victory with battle’s last sound
As the Indians that day victory they found
The Indians had had their glory
As for this, this is a true story
With victory came their supposed land
that solemn day, there at Custer’s last stand.
He came to intercede the two
but only if the poor boy knew
That their joint love had grown
through time and on its own
Thoughtfully looked from each to each
wanting only the girl, to reach
The love too strong for any one lad
But woe to the lad, for he’s so sad
Coming between
he does not even try
for he has seen
it too, only to sigh
What has love given to him?
A long, distasteful whim
Give heart to love sickened souls
As every age, comes and rolls
I thought this was to be the final day
For in this place I would no longer stay
But as I, myself did go
I felt not God’s blessings flow
I slowly passed,
I paused in a daze
As one bard cast
her most charming gaze
I looked down one path, so dark and dim
Choosing this over the other ways
A growing light behind and a hymn
Accompanied by some blinding rays
Of a Son that I could not know
For in my heart He did not flow
But as the unnerving days further progressed
I found myself more and more deeply distressed
Was this the life I was going to lead?
The world would be so much better indeed
If I only knew the true Godly need
Around me stood the damned
As in the courtyard dwelled all the saved
My mind and soul tried, but still I caved
I myself can love—
I thought
But only if I could have known
Only One can, not I alone
But the Son did show upon me
Descending down like a white dove
But still I could not—could not see
The love came only from above
I remembered how that one bard friendly smiled
And the light accompanied by a hymn
No longer was He to be the one defiled
I stood there decided—not just a whim
So to the courtyard I flew
There they were—the devout few
They couldn’t hear me just yet,
the scholar, priest, and bard
Did not see my silhouette,
as I was standing hard
Then I attempted a test,
to make myself present
Soon I was welcomed to rest,
I was softly caught
Since the hard day I came
I’ve never been absent
For how in the Lord’s name
Could I possibly not?
What is there to know?
How does your love flow?
I must look first to the soul
Is it pretty, alive, and full?
Each day I wish I could look and see
More than just your outer beauty
For how can one soul fully yearn,
When the tide seems to never turn?
Am I to believe you conform
To the world and all of its torm'
You must forgive me of my acting boss
But I cannot get over such a loss
Who am I to go about?
Looking for love, as all lovers do
But the ones of saved souls are few
I am one who is sickened at pride
But the world too do they subside
Who am I to go about?
Some lonely, kind clout
When one has truly smiled
Then there, the world is defiled
For when my face has shown of glum
That’s my feelings, not that I’m dumb
Life in general is only to decide
But we must help others and guide
To the great I am
For to life I look for Spring
But always to the Lord do I call
In hopes that I will not Fall
Share faith, hope, and sorrow
Be ready for trouble tomorrow
But do not fret of troubled days
For the Lord is comforting and always stays
Who am I to go about?
Holding very little doubt
That I am a son of God, able to cope
My soul, being full of faith and hope
Whether from the heavens that you see
Or on the ground, from your family
Love is always there
Whether a lover
or just a brother
Love is everywhere
All you have to do is take it
Even if it’s a little bit
Hold tight to His golden teaching
If His love you wish for reaching
From this day until the end
Shall I wish to love and send:
Love to you
more than few
Love to me
Can’t you see?
Life would be a lot better living
If everyone weren’t so ungiving
But who am I to judge?
I cannot even budge
From my strong wall
So very tall
None of you am I even seeing
I don’t know if I’m even a being
But for me to stay alive
I don’t know how I’d survive
If love this world—with all its
roundness—will not give
Then from my heavenly Father
who makes me live
Joy is but a savor
It’s the sweetest flavor
Only in one day does it take
For my world all about to break
Was it all a fantasy? Was it fake?
Has not anyone come to see if I be hurt?
But go on blabbing senselessly, words of dirt
So entirely unclean,
Never have they seen
That other people live here too
But what am I suppose to do?
Though they may not share the same things
One such thing that everyone knows
Is pain—emotional pain
What from it can we gain?
What we gain is knowledge
that you can only get from experiencing
It is hard, painful and strange,
sometimes enough to make you insane
I have come to understand that I am alone
In this world not of the same fabric was I torn
But with a fabric that was never to be sown
Because with growing knowledge of pain was I born
Wasn’t it I who was thought to be the dead one?
Yes I, the one who found the other actors not fun
For I see
Such beauty
Not dwelling within
But nothing of them will I ever know
For I am ignored
Thus I am all bored
Wishing to live,
as in one accord
With someone who will someday love me so
Then shall be the final scene in which I’ll leave
To the place of Zion, where I can believe
To there I will gladly depart
But will it have me?
Because I had a minor part
In this cruel end
Brought not a soul
Not even a friend
For I’m the actor who stands all alone
And says nothing, of a life that’s unknown.
As for them all
Who comes shall fall
For I am of the woods be
And for it I fight strongly
If had but the city foe
Not come a hunting for me
In crazy hopes that I’d go
If I’d but the heart for man
But I’m afraid that I do not
I wonder how other humans can?
For what of true life have they got
All they have is each other
Me, I have not a brother
My family: all the animals
I know not of a mother
All that I know, is that nature calls
My home is the woodlands
And my home among the trees
Is made by my own hands
Which I need not lock with keys
For in nature, animals are the ones to trust
Within their animal hearts they fester no lust
For they are wishing for nothing more
Than what they already got:
Having only to prance, eat, and soar
The humans are only rot
Taking everything that I hold dear
But no longer are they close or near
For they wish not to dwell in the wood
But perhaps they will come to get game
Then I will slice them down, if I should
Who are they as to have so much blame?
When they’ve already taken away my life before
Now my animal friends, on man do I declare war
"To live is so much greater than this!"
He protested to all the trees
"I declare: what man is truly bliss?!"
He asked the swaying canopies
They had sung their songs for many an age
But the Man was a man, burning with rage
"People know everything they need to know
Yet their lives have nothing but filth to show
"Days such as these are all that I please
That is me speaking, not the spiritual part of me!"
He said out loud, dropping to His knees
"My heart yearns as mortal men, so sinful is my plea
"So I shall tell all of you," He said to the trees
"That you should unroot yourselves from this world
For it’s against the Heavens, likes not what it sees
And the plants upon you have long since curled
"Is the world holding you from seeing Him,
Learn from me, let the light through your branches
Let the light shine, bright. Let it show not dim
Day to day, you’ll have your many chances
"So why don’t you today,
listen to all I say?
Don’t stray, but break away!
"Walk with me from this green woodland
Walk with me, holding not with your wood
But with soul, holding to my hand
Only as the truest Christian could.
"Do not meld within this place
But take the God-given grace
No matter what tree of race
Whether small or tall
The Love is for all!
"If you accept, then follow me!"
He walked straight and right-proud
But not one of those—not one tree
Followed Him from the crowd
But fell upon Him, uprooting from the ground
They had broken away,
Although the Man was crushed, He was later found
And none could ever say,
That He had truly died,
For we’ve ever since cried
The man was mesmerized by his love’s beauty
"It is," he said, his heart pounding with pain
He knew this was the last of her he would see
He’d killed to end the treacherous man’s reign
Their tale was sad and spoke little of any length
"Bend these bars; run off with me," she beckoned
"I would that I could, but I have not the strength
At night the guard brings me my meal," he reckoned
"Then shall I run with you to some far off land."
"Wrorik, draw closer, give kisses unto this tragedy."
The man took a step forward and took her hand
"I am the luckiest and unluckiest of men, for I see you standing
there, looking passing fair and lovely
But I am behind these bars—my heart’s captured."
"Speak no more. Kiss me for I’m deeply raptured."
Just as he came close to kiss her crimson lips
A whirring missile, flying through the air, sounded
After a thud, she fell, but he grabbed her hips
He held her, as from the shadows a man bounded
"From the light your love’s been born;
from the darkness your love’s torn,"
hissed the killer of the broken love,
as he passively removed one glove
The man hadn’t time to pay him any heed,
but held her close and listened as she said,
"I am to die and request one final need"
"Yes, my love, speak quickly before you’re dead."
She couldn’t answer, but pulled closer to him
Her emerald eyes closed as he met her lips of red
They kissed long and hard, until her eyes went dim
Pulling from her lips—parted on her pretty head
He kissed them shut, cried aloud, "Be damned!
This fateful day, that I am shown that love is never!
Who says love’s forever held to stand?
Come, murderer of love, so your head I may sever
"For my dear love shall eternity be gone
With any love I am done. Life I am done
Tomorrow I am to die as the law does bid
The world shall be with another lover rid
For as sure as the heavens certainly stamp mercy
Shall people never learn whatever became of me!"
"I will speak your love, which convicts me of all
Although I was the hand of fate and tragedy
After the day next, when you fatefully fall
Men and women alike, shall know your sad story
and no one shall lessen you and your lover’s glory
For none alive can be so evil as to
But will continue to love, just like you do."
So went the murderer upon his way,
leaving the man and his lost love to lay
Mourning this tragic and fast ending day--
That would soon take both their blessed lives
When the executioner arrives
To accomplish his wicked and daily endeavor
And everyone shall ever know that love is never!
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