12-2-94

The wind blows wildly, a seed falls to the ground,

It floats so free and gentle it doesn’t make a sound.

The first stage of life for the seed is brand new,

Its the only one to survive of the fallen that is few.

Burried deep beneath the soil, it’s a warm and cozy feeling

It pops it’s green head above the ground, now it is a seedling;

The growth starts rapidly and up it starts to shoot,

Further and further below it grows from it’s very root.

With sunlight and water that mother nature has given,

This is the reason why this fine plant has risen.

It’s cycle keeps going and a bud it does form,

Closed up in a green back to be hidden from a storm.

When the moment is right, the bud starts to show,

Opening further the colored flower begins to grow;

Blooming and blossoming a red flower is mature,

This is the way life goes, among the loving nature.

11-9-94

The fire is lit, the heat begins to pour

The eagles are stalking, beginning to soar;

The volcano erupts and all havoc breaks loose,

There is no real time to just stand there and choose.

If I fight all the thunder, the rage gets immense,

I try hard to control it, my feelings intense;

I’ll lost the battle just as sure as I fight,

But my mind tell me that he had no right.

There is a chance this battle can be won,

I could outdo all the terror in the past I have done;

Give disaster a true fight of wits and brains,

where acid from by body it begins to rain.

I decided to take the challenge, I know that I will win,

For the day way this demons acting, I have made a very bad sin;

The fight starts with me, my angels at my side,

and begin a bloody battle with his demons close behind.

The battle grounds are haunting, our warriors half dead,

But I swear to God “I give up not!”, that is what I said.

Good conquers evil, it was very hard to do,

Now the devil and his victims start back tomorrow new.

2-15-93

More and more I think the thoughts of a world that I once knew.

The laughter, the crying, the horror, the anger, are the thoughts I think of you.

Like an innocent child stealing away in the night, was my life that had passed on by,

Now confusion and emptiness fill my body with sin, giving some reason to die.

What once was wrong is now so right, temptation at the door.

Waiting to pounce at the moment you fall, ready to give you more.

As the night goes on further, the darkness appears, merely showing the shadows of life,

Only a flicker of light on the face of the dead, showing the fears of fright.

Reality comes and goes at its will, showing destruction in me,

For I fear what is spoken and scared of the fist, provoking the devil in thee.

But my anger must cease so to start the wheels, for my life is not yet to begin,

Hate for all those who had altered my state, will not stand for my fight to not win.

9-14-93

The water flows and endless flow,

From where it comes, I do not know;

The water is cool and crystal clear,

It is refreshing to drink, and calming to hear.

The ripples and lines move from form to form,

It keeps you from the heat when it get’s too warm.

You can swim an everlasting stroke whenever you like,

Or lead you to wonders on a long hard hike.

It brings life among its banks, every creature in the forest

All the birds in the sky sing a song all in chorus

The fish in the water jump high to the sky,

Acting as though they had wings to fly.

As the sun goes down slowly they go to their own place,

With the sound of the animals ceased, I find no other trace;

Only the crickets that are chirping, the hoot owls singing,

And morning only a few hours away, waking to the early bells ringing.

Just heads up.  Remember, most of the things I wrote i was a hormonal completely emotional teenager.  Out here in adult land……ah who are we kidding.  As you will see some dark stuff, there are also some very light things.  Definitely bipolar in the mix.

Yes, isn’t this fun? As I pack up what is left of the dregs lingering in my office I come across a stack of papers that I do from time to time.  Old stories and old poems.

Mind you, this is teenage me.  The simpleness of the rhyming is no pro to say the least and I don’t do poetry anymore, I focus on my books.  But maybe I will stick some of these old poems out there for at least giggle, sound good?  Once again, teenage me 😀