Two Twins

This is a poem I wrote about ten years ago the night after I heard about WTC. I found it appropriate to post this.

I know I'm a day late. Ended up forgetting.

Two Twins

Two brothers, twins, burn by terrorizing fury
Ashes and ashes, they fall and people do they bury
As families unite by this passion to hate
Anger and weariness does our hearts create
And now we stand here, lost and thursty for revenge
A thurst never to be quinched

The snow falls on this family's battlefield
Where worldly neighbors aid them without yield

Another day is gone But not our sun
It's light will forever shine
Over this family of thine

Another family member is injured by means of fire
And now the family does their hearts desire
To let their tears fall as did their loved ones
More vengence do they long
The family member hurt is the family's protector
But injury only made him stronger

The snow falls on this family's battlefield
Where worldly neighbors aid them without yield

Another day is gone But not our sun
It's light will forever shine
Over this family of thine

Another day goes by
And still this family will rise high
To the touch the heavenly sky

Where's my Morals?

Morals. They define who we are and guide us between what is right and wrong. However I feel like this word had been tainted by fear and control.

Now we have gone a long way of changing our ideas of the perfect nuclear family, the mom and dad with two kids and a dog. But there are times when if find that people still seem to think that because someone else says it's wrong that it is.

I'm mostly talking about same sex couples. But not just them, some people still think that interracial or interreligious couple are wrong. But to be honest, who are they hurting? Who exactly are they causing harm? Some answer that the threaten the moral value of family.

How?

Same sex couples they say they can't procreate.

So? Let them adopt. There are plenty of state children needing a home.

Because gays are not fit to raise children.

Not fit to raise a child? What about the idiot heterosexual couple leaving their child in the back of a car in the middle of 90 degree weather while they get drunk in a strip club?!

It boggles my mind that those kind of people can procreate and have children, but a loving and caring same sex parents cannot adopt a child in need of a safe home because it's "immoral". This kind of thinking is depriving children of wonderful and caring guardians. Sexual preference should NOT be a deciding factor for a potential parents.

Self Love

I was told once by a woman, a customer of mine, how she felt so much better once she took Jesus into her heart. This made me think. Who is Jesus really? He is different for every person. To me, Jesus was a good man with the right type of thinking, with followers who had the wrong idea for the right reasons. Over time, those reasons became obscure and became power and control. That is just how I believe on this matter. Why would any religion be so keen on a non-believer to convert?

I think in a manner of way I to carry Jesus in my heart. Or at least try to. I just refer him to love. Isn't that what he was supposed to be about? Love? Now I'm not just talking about romantic or familiar or even through friendship. I think it mostly pertains to self love. Self acceptance. Because let's face it, do you really love yourself? Completely and unconditionally?

I know I don't completely. But I want to and I'm trying to. To love yourself is more difficult than to love another in my opinion. I love my family. I love my friends. But I still don't love myself completely.

I also remember a story of his I heard at a bible study group back when I was a teenager still trying to find my path. It was a story about how three were given gold. The first spent it all. The second buried it, and the third invested it. Only the third got more out of his gold than the first two brothers. It's a story about gifts and how we should share them with others and the world.

People say that singing is my gift. But that is difficult for me to share, but not at the same time. Sometimes I'm too shy and sometimes I'm searching for acceptance. Again, loving myself comes into play with that.

I guess everything comes down to love, which in my belief is the Divine. Unconditional love.

Horror of Life without Love

the Horror of Life without Love.

the Love that Blossoms

Within the Soul

to Fill the World

with Unimaginable Joy

the Horror of Life without Love

the Love that Brings

One of Wealth and One of Need

Together

Eccetra, Eccetra

the Horror of Life: Hate

Hate that which is caused by
Fear that which is caused by
Ignorance and Stupidity.


we Hate what we Fear.
we Fear what we Don't Know.
Why don't we Know?
because we Choose Not to.


it's Easier to Hate
than to Learn to Love.



Wanted to share this poem I wrote several yeas ago. Hope you like it.