With the recent forest fires that are burning as I type, it reminds of the need for environmental education. When I say education I speak of the children, and to the people who care about their future! I grew up wanting to change the world, and fix all the Earth's problems. My father gave some sound advice when I was a teenager, he said "Son I know that you want to rid the world of destruction, but realize the truth. Most people don't care like you and I , so do want you want. I suggest is that you do your part, and first focus on your own backyard!"
It took me many years to understand his words, and to accept them. I do see the logic, because if everyone took care of their own back yard , we wouldn't leave as big a mess for the children of the future! I still aspire to create positive change for the world, and have worked for the Sierra Club a couple years ago. I was able to get enough petitions signed to save the Giant Red woods in California. At least I think we saved them, between the fires and the greed's hands. I just haven't had the heart to see if the specific Sequoias were saved.
For year's now, I have insanely laughed at some people's Ideas about life, What I mean is I have heard the expressions, and seen it on bumper stickers. "I support Life" "Choose Life" Don't get me wrong, I am all for babies being born. I just think that the Earth is Life, and without it there would be no life! So, when I hear politicians ,or civilian's quote that, a question comes to mind. I want to ask them why they don't believe in fighting for the environment?
A little side note, I believe in a woman's choice, but believe that there are better choices then that! Like adoption, or having family that would take on the responsibility. Until the person who wasn't ready, was ready! I know I'm not a women , or know what it is like to have to face that decision. But I have had family members go through what I think would be the toughest of all decisions! I just take a look at MJ, and think I could never do that, or think about all the parents who can't have children. Enough said, and now let the judging begin!
I used to get so upset about society's lack of compassion for the Earth. I never gave up hope, but would get discouraged. Let me tell a couple situations, that have inspired me to continue with the hope that has never left me.
One day I was at a park in Pekin, Illinois, sitting eating lunch. I watched the garbage be thrown down to the ground like rain. I saw at least ten people toss it on the ground, rather than walk fifteen steps to the can. I was disgusted at this point, and thought about picking it all up. When a mother and a young boy walked by, and the mom threw hers down too! It just about put me in a frenzy, but then I heard the the boy say "Mom don't throw trash down, take it to the trash can, or recycle it! We need to save the planet, and stop all the polluting!" She picked it up, and put it where it belonged. (Even though landfill space is scarce, and contaminating!)
Another time I was feeling down about the lack of concern and effort. From the poeple that I knew, and from the world. I was driving down the road to go eagle watch at a Lake near Topeka, Illinois. When I witnessed a man with no arms picking up trash out of the ditches. The man had no arms, and he was doing his part to clean up the earth. He was using his feet, and doing quite well. I was so impressed the next time I saw him, I introduced myself. Later we both picked up trash together!
Before I go, I would like to state that this man I will call "Jimmy", did almost everything that I could do. He got his own groceries, and even drove his own modified car. He has inspired me to never give up on the fight for the Earth! He taught me to try, and overcome life's "little" problems. It has been a few years now since his passing, but his strength and compassion is something that society needs to remember. I know I will!
I wish to thank all the people who taught me the importance of conservation, and the need to educate others. I wish to thank the people who do their part, and the ones who tend to this garden we call earth. I will leave you all with this message I have been saying for years now, and it is mainly for those who are selective on the life they support.
"For the sake of the children,
"WE MUST ACT NOW!"
Peace&Love
Earth Spirit
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Riddled With Emotions
Life's what it is sometimes, and then there was the last few days! I am at the crossroads looking in all directions. My heart is aching and my mind is mush. The good news is that spirituality is hugging my heart, and numbness is my strength. My love for life is my pen and earth is my paper. Right now it is hard to write, let alone express my emotions. The love I share for those who love me is strong, as for the ones who did me wrong. I still see the goodness of a soul, but question it's truth. I believe we contribute in the way life presents itself, but can only do so much for others. I will remain strong and true to myself, and take each day as a new beginning!
Peace&Love
Wes
Peace&Love
Wes
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Love Rested In My Arms Tonight
As I type she is falling asleep in my arms, something MJ rarely does anymore. I cherish this moment, when she is still small enough to fit in my arms. Her blue eyes gazing at me with unconditional love. The way she looks at me will forever be in my heart and mind. Right now I'm taking a mental picture, that will remain in my soul.
I can see that she just fell into her slumber, but will continue to type with one finger for a little while longer. I'm amazed at a child's take on life, it seems so simple. Yet very complex, every second they learn something new, things that we take for granted. They look at everything in wonderment, unless it scares the poop out of them. Don't get me wrong as adults we still learn something new everyday, and we have eyes filled with wonderment.
The difference is we no longer see joy in almost everything, we have done did that, now let's move on! We get bored too easy, our attention spans can be like a small child's. We lose focus on mundane tasks, for we are thinking too much. Unlike a child, who doesn't think before they act sometimes. I mean think about, we are all born without fear, but when we mature over time we remember the pain. We remember regret, heartache, and mistakes. It is good that sometimes we learn from or mistakes, and other times it seems too late.
What I'm getting at is after each time we feel negative emotions, we hold back on our actions. I believe that fear should mean go! We should not cower by life handing us lemons, or by our lemon stained hands. We as a society make lemonade all the time, we are human. What I like to do is make lemon shake ups, screw the lemonade. I realize from my own life that overcoming fear, is easier said than done. In most cases it takes years to master the art of confidence. The actions of self help, or to simply laugh in the face of diversity.
Laughter can be the best medicine, and joy the best emotion in life. We all live separate lives, but link together as a chain. Look at these journals for example, people connecting from all over the world. A society becoming a cyber family, and people from all backgrounds conversing about many wonderful things. Sharing memories and current events. Driving our thoughts onto the "Information Super Highway", and for the most part I've seen no real cyber rage!
I would like to say that the people I have looked in on, and commented to are very special people! Don't worry I'm not going to get all "Stuart Smalley" on you, but would like you all to know that I feel blessed to have come across this path some call blogging. I feel blessed to finally be reading other peoples Art, yes to me it is Art! I don't care if you're reading a grocery list, and talking about nothing. To me it is Art, and there is no other way for me to call it. I feel blessed to be able to write again, and have others read it. (Aren't you glad I didn't say "Art" again!) Oops
I would like to take the time to mention Nutwood Junction, my Pal Beth has been an inspiration to write, and to let myself be free. Free enough to express the humor that has been "locked away, with crazy aunt in the attic." Ha ha
I bring her up, because for the longest time she was my only responder. She would set um up, and I would knock um down. (Vice verse)
I would like to let other people know that with the way my life is right now, I'll try my best to get to know you!
Before I forget, I would like to thank you for stopping by, and wishing my father and my family well! I wished I could say that he is getting better, but his fevers returned with his chills. The cause seems to from the experimental chemo treatments? We will find out more tomorrow, and hopefully my father will feel a little better. I have a super busy day, and am contemplating what to do first.
Sometimes I wish I could do what Michael Keaton's character did in "Multiplicity", but you can see how it turned out for him. "She touched" the over cloned one as well! I love that movie!
I'm already living the role in "Mr. Mom", minus a kid or too. I don't complain about it, at least not that often. Ha ha
I really feel for parent's who raise children by themselves, and wish them Lot's of hugs. I wish them the best of luck, and pray that they can take time to enjoy themselves! I mean I have to decompress and journal at odd hours. It is all good, for I am a partial insomniac. I've been one since the age of five, and with each year it got worse.
The only real cure was working myself to exhaustion, and pretty much passing out when I got home. I do miss working, and being a part of a team. I don't miss the bull of a boss telling me to do things backwards, and coworker gossip. I bring this up mainly because I received a letter in the mail saying I have an interview soon. It is the same line of work as my father and wife, a Construction Laborer. It is good money, but long hours! It is an apprenticeship program, therefore you can't refuse work, or skip anything. You have to go to classes, and meetings, no matter what!
I mainly signed up to make my dad happy, and to maybe make some real good money. But after seeing what the job has been doing to our family, and the way MJ is expressing sadness. I feel, now is not the best time to start such a demanding, and time consuming job. That maybe I should take an office job, or something that will allow me to be here for my daughter more. A job that won't have the word mandatory attached to it, in case I have to miss days due to my fathers illness. Maybe I'm wrong, all I know is I would like to get back to work, or go back to school.
I would like to say that my wife and I were able to lay together watching some of our favorite shows tonight. It was so awesome to be able to hold her, and laugh at "The Office", and SNL on Thursday! I made every second count, and didn't let anything get in the way of our love.
I had MJ locked away in the basement with "Sloth" and they were eating "Baby Ruth's" Ha ha
I held Lisa till she fell asleep in my arms, or about the time ER came on. I switched it back in forth to My Chicago Bulls preseason game against Dallas. They made a late comeback, and missed a shot that could put them within 2 points. The Mavericks made a three-pointer, and that was all she wrote.
I would have to say it was wonderful night, and say that I was blessed to have both of my loves fall asleep in my arms.
"Scrambled eggs all over my face. What is a boy to do. Good night, everybody."
Thanks
Wes
I can see that she just fell into her slumber, but will continue to type with one finger for a little while longer. I'm amazed at a child's take on life, it seems so simple. Yet very complex, every second they learn something new, things that we take for granted. They look at everything in wonderment, unless it scares the poop out of them. Don't get me wrong as adults we still learn something new everyday, and we have eyes filled with wonderment.
The difference is we no longer see joy in almost everything, we have done did that, now let's move on! We get bored too easy, our attention spans can be like a small child's. We lose focus on mundane tasks, for we are thinking too much. Unlike a child, who doesn't think before they act sometimes. I mean think about, we are all born without fear, but when we mature over time we remember the pain. We remember regret, heartache, and mistakes. It is good that sometimes we learn from or mistakes, and other times it seems too late.
What I'm getting at is after each time we feel negative emotions, we hold back on our actions. I believe that fear should mean go! We should not cower by life handing us lemons, or by our lemon stained hands. We as a society make lemonade all the time, we are human. What I like to do is make lemon shake ups, screw the lemonade. I realize from my own life that overcoming fear, is easier said than done. In most cases it takes years to master the art of confidence. The actions of self help, or to simply laugh in the face of diversity.
Laughter can be the best medicine, and joy the best emotion in life. We all live separate lives, but link together as a chain. Look at these journals for example, people connecting from all over the world. A society becoming a cyber family, and people from all backgrounds conversing about many wonderful things. Sharing memories and current events. Driving our thoughts onto the "Information Super Highway", and for the most part I've seen no real cyber rage!
I would like to say that the people I have looked in on, and commented to are very special people! Don't worry I'm not going to get all "Stuart Smalley" on you, but would like you all to know that I feel blessed to have come across this path some call blogging. I feel blessed to finally be reading other peoples Art, yes to me it is Art! I don't care if you're reading a grocery list, and talking about nothing. To me it is Art, and there is no other way for me to call it. I feel blessed to be able to write again, and have others read it. (Aren't you glad I didn't say "Art" again!) Oops
I would like to take the time to mention Nutwood Junction, my Pal Beth has been an inspiration to write, and to let myself be free. Free enough to express the humor that has been "locked away, with crazy aunt in the attic." Ha ha
I bring her up, because for the longest time she was my only responder. She would set um up, and I would knock um down. (Vice verse)
I would like to let other people know that with the way my life is right now, I'll try my best to get to know you!
Before I forget, I would like to thank you for stopping by, and wishing my father and my family well! I wished I could say that he is getting better, but his fevers returned with his chills. The cause seems to from the experimental chemo treatments? We will find out more tomorrow, and hopefully my father will feel a little better. I have a super busy day, and am contemplating what to do first.
Sometimes I wish I could do what Michael Keaton's character did in "Multiplicity", but you can see how it turned out for him. "She touched" the over cloned one as well! I love that movie!
I'm already living the role in "Mr. Mom", minus a kid or too. I don't complain about it, at least not that often. Ha ha
I really feel for parent's who raise children by themselves, and wish them Lot's of hugs. I wish them the best of luck, and pray that they can take time to enjoy themselves! I mean I have to decompress and journal at odd hours. It is all good, for I am a partial insomniac. I've been one since the age of five, and with each year it got worse.
The only real cure was working myself to exhaustion, and pretty much passing out when I got home. I do miss working, and being a part of a team. I don't miss the bull of a boss telling me to do things backwards, and coworker gossip. I bring this up mainly because I received a letter in the mail saying I have an interview soon. It is the same line of work as my father and wife, a Construction Laborer. It is good money, but long hours! It is an apprenticeship program, therefore you can't refuse work, or skip anything. You have to go to classes, and meetings, no matter what!
I mainly signed up to make my dad happy, and to maybe make some real good money. But after seeing what the job has been doing to our family, and the way MJ is expressing sadness. I feel, now is not the best time to start such a demanding, and time consuming job. That maybe I should take an office job, or something that will allow me to be here for my daughter more. A job that won't have the word mandatory attached to it, in case I have to miss days due to my fathers illness. Maybe I'm wrong, all I know is I would like to get back to work, or go back to school.
I would like to say that my wife and I were able to lay together watching some of our favorite shows tonight. It was so awesome to be able to hold her, and laugh at "The Office", and SNL on Thursday! I made every second count, and didn't let anything get in the way of our love.
I had MJ locked away in the basement with "Sloth" and they were eating "Baby Ruth's" Ha ha
I held Lisa till she fell asleep in my arms, or about the time ER came on. I switched it back in forth to My Chicago Bulls preseason game against Dallas. They made a late comeback, and missed a shot that could put them within 2 points. The Mavericks made a three-pointer, and that was all she wrote.
I would have to say it was wonderful night, and say that I was blessed to have both of my loves fall asleep in my arms.
"Scrambled eggs all over my face. What is a boy to do. Good night, everybody."
Thanks
Wes
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I Wish Him Well
These last few days have been rough for me and my family. I know I say life's what it is sometimes, but can't it be easier on my dad. I have made several trips to the hospital these last couple weeks, and he's usually asleep. When he wakes up it almost seems like he doesn't recognize me. I tell myself that it is from all the medications, and chemo, and radiation treatments. I just never realized how much the human body can take at one time.
He can barley talk, due to his lumps in his throat. You have to believe me this man can talk your head off. Especially about politics, and he hasn't said a word about it in a few weeks.Speaking of politics, on one of the nights of the Democratic Convention, MJ and him watched it together. I wished I could have seen it, but Grandpa told me she sat back quietly, and applauded every time they did! That made grandpa and grandma's night! Just the other day she said Obama, my dad has a sign in the front of his yard. I wished he could have seen it, or I had the video camera.
My father has been in the hospital for over two weeks, and in a different room every couple days. I have been on level 2, level5, and now back to level 2. What brought him back, besides the cancer, was he had mystery fevers that would not go away? At least he is a little better now, but I don't think he will return home soon.
It has been such a tease for my father, he will return home one night, then have to go back for a few days. He even missed my Birthday on Monday, and Lisa even made a cake with Hershey's Whipped Chocolate on it. Lisa, MJ and I celebrated it together. My Birthday wish was, for my Father to get better. I know you aren't supposed to tell anyone your wish, but I hope that anyone reading this will pray for him. Even if you don't believe in a god, please think of a fast recovery for him. I'm a strong believer in positive energy, so at least believe in that!
This time he can't keep food down, even the stuff they pump into him. The good news about today was no vomit yet! We did go see him earlier today, and he was able to goof around with MJ for a few seconds. It hurts me to see him like this, but I take MJ to see him anyways. It makes him smile, and it makes me feel better about the cancer.
I have gotten lost every damn time, and have had to ask so many different people. My daughter MJ and I are starting to get to know everybody there. I do love how she can make all the cancer patients smile, and one gentleman even laughed so hard, he snorted. The doctor's and nurses think she's a doll, and many say "I wish I could take her home with me!" I kid back, and say "You can take her for awhile, but here's my cell phone number. For when you change your mind!" Not one person has offered to take her after that, maybe I shouldn't add the last part. Ha Ha!
I will admit the cafeteria food is awesome, and the people are nice to. I never thought food could taste that good at a hospital. I take that back, because when MJ was born , the cafeteria food was done by actual Chef's. Don't worry I won't get on a big ole food kick, I just wanted to tell people that hell froze over! That hospital food is the bomb!
I'm keeping hope in my heart, and happy thoughts in my head. I'm keeping faith in my father that he can still be Superman. I'm remaining very optimistic about life, and holding my spirituality tight. I believe in love and God, and that together they will heal his pain!
I thank you for reading this, and allowing me to express some of my pain and emotions. Thank you for listening, and for being here for me in our time of need.
I also want to wish you all a wonderful day!
Blessed Be,
Wes
He can barley talk, due to his lumps in his throat. You have to believe me this man can talk your head off. Especially about politics, and he hasn't said a word about it in a few weeks.Speaking of politics, on one of the nights of the Democratic Convention, MJ and him watched it together. I wished I could have seen it, but Grandpa told me she sat back quietly, and applauded every time they did! That made grandpa and grandma's night! Just the other day she said Obama, my dad has a sign in the front of his yard. I wished he could have seen it, or I had the video camera.
My father has been in the hospital for over two weeks, and in a different room every couple days. I have been on level 2, level5, and now back to level 2. What brought him back, besides the cancer, was he had mystery fevers that would not go away? At least he is a little better now, but I don't think he will return home soon.
It has been such a tease for my father, he will return home one night, then have to go back for a few days. He even missed my Birthday on Monday, and Lisa even made a cake with Hershey's Whipped Chocolate on it. Lisa, MJ and I celebrated it together. My Birthday wish was, for my Father to get better. I know you aren't supposed to tell anyone your wish, but I hope that anyone reading this will pray for him. Even if you don't believe in a god, please think of a fast recovery for him. I'm a strong believer in positive energy, so at least believe in that!
This time he can't keep food down, even the stuff they pump into him. The good news about today was no vomit yet! We did go see him earlier today, and he was able to goof around with MJ for a few seconds. It hurts me to see him like this, but I take MJ to see him anyways. It makes him smile, and it makes me feel better about the cancer.
I have gotten lost every damn time, and have had to ask so many different people. My daughter MJ and I are starting to get to know everybody there. I do love how she can make all the cancer patients smile, and one gentleman even laughed so hard, he snorted. The doctor's and nurses think she's a doll, and many say "I wish I could take her home with me!" I kid back, and say "You can take her for awhile, but here's my cell phone number. For when you change your mind!" Not one person has offered to take her after that, maybe I shouldn't add the last part. Ha Ha!
I will admit the cafeteria food is awesome, and the people are nice to. I never thought food could taste that good at a hospital. I take that back, because when MJ was born , the cafeteria food was done by actual Chef's. Don't worry I won't get on a big ole food kick, I just wanted to tell people that hell froze over! That hospital food is the bomb!
I'm keeping hope in my heart, and happy thoughts in my head. I'm keeping faith in my father that he can still be Superman. I'm remaining very optimistic about life, and holding my spirituality tight. I believe in love and God, and that together they will heal his pain!
I thank you for reading this, and allowing me to express some of my pain and emotions. Thank you for listening, and for being here for me in our time of need.
I also want to wish you all a wonderful day!
Blessed Be,
Wes
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
A Poet's Travels
In my youth, I loved to travel. I would snap at the chance to go somewhere new. I was reading "On the Road" at the time, and I realized I would like to give that a try. I loved the way Jack Kerouac was able to be so free, and the style of his writing. You have to consider that he wrote that in 1951, and didn't publish till 1957. I was a teenager in the 1990's, and wished I could go to places that have been long lost. I did manage to follow some of his footprints down the old Route 66, and I still travel on it often. The parts in Illinois that is, I don't get around much any more.
I was more like a mix between Jim Morrison and "Charlie Mackenzie" Aka Mike Myers from "So I married an Axe Murderer" "I like the night life. I like to boogie."
I'm still fascinated with the Idea to just get in the car, or take a train to travel this country. I still crave the smells of dinky little dinner's, and stories you here about the town you arrived in. I don't miss the prejudice, from being an outsider. You see, when I did my travels I had long hair down past my waist. I then learned that this country was an "Easy Rider" world we lived in. I said in my my profile, that I was once a Jack of All Trades. Meaning I took any job that allowed me to travel, so I could get paid too.
The down side to that was, I worked more than I played. The plus was that I did get to see big cities, and little unknown towns. The kinds that would remind you of "The Last Picture Show"and some that that reminded me of Mayberry. I was in Chicago years back, I was wearing a suit playing my harmonica on the sidewalk. Waiting for a friend to come outside to meet me, when people started throwing money in my hat that I had set o the ground. So, I kept playing and by the time I was done, I had enough to pay for lunch for both of us. (True story)
I lived near Chicago for a little while, and I loved it. Mainly because I didn't have to drive in it everyday. I mean if you gave an inch, they would take it! A little piece of advice, Don't ask anybody directions at gas stations, or any stores in general. They will send you in the Ghetto, even if you're having car problems. Don't try to look at a map, without paying for it! "You must buy!" "No pay" "No stay!" "Get out now, I call the cops!" Please Don't drink coffee and drive without a good lid, before you go to the office. Beep, Beep, and Beep in Beep Beep!
That was not the sound of a car horn, it was the words flying out of my mouth that day. That's right, all the advice I just mentioned happened to my friend Minor and I. In the same morning at that, we did manage to get to work on time. Don't get me wrong I love Chicago, and the delicious foods. I don't remember the street, but it was a restaurant here, and a suit store there, up and down that street. I loved the mixed cultures, and the Blues Music! I could go onand on about Chicago. I could ramble on about my travels forever, but I will spare you for now.
Trust me, when I say some of my stories are crazy like a dream. The kind of events, like if there was no other witnesses, I wouldn't believe they happened myself. I will save some of those for later, and leave you with a poem I wrote in a Cyber Cafe In Chicago, IL. It was so cool for a small town Illinois boy to see. I mean they had hand chairs, bean bag chairs, in all different colors. Fresh desserts, and wonderful coffee. I attempted to publish this poem in a European Poetry contest, and somehow goofed it up. It never made it into publication.
Spring of 1998
I'm a chameleon
adapting to my environment.
Perhaps a lizard
shedding my old skin.
Wiping away my grin.
Ridding away my personal sins.
Changing with the seasons and the winds.
Shedding my friends.
Changing calendars
Again and again!
Traveling to distant places.
A stranger in a strange land.
Sometimes it seems
It is only me that understands,
the world's demands.
I will not feed the furnaces of hate.
By having two faces.
By staying within same realm's.
The same places.
No, for I'm a chameleon.
Blending in.
Occasionally a snake.
Shedding my old skin.
Keeping my grin.
Slithering with my own personal sins.
Peace&Love
Wes
I was more like a mix between Jim Morrison and "Charlie Mackenzie" Aka Mike Myers from "So I married an Axe Murderer" "I like the night life. I like to boogie."
I'm still fascinated with the Idea to just get in the car, or take a train to travel this country. I still crave the smells of dinky little dinner's, and stories you here about the town you arrived in. I don't miss the prejudice, from being an outsider. You see, when I did my travels I had long hair down past my waist. I then learned that this country was an "Easy Rider" world we lived in. I said in my my profile, that I was once a Jack of All Trades. Meaning I took any job that allowed me to travel, so I could get paid too.
The down side to that was, I worked more than I played. The plus was that I did get to see big cities, and little unknown towns. The kinds that would remind you of "The Last Picture Show"and some that that reminded me of Mayberry. I was in Chicago years back, I was wearing a suit playing my harmonica on the sidewalk. Waiting for a friend to come outside to meet me, when people started throwing money in my hat that I had set o the ground. So, I kept playing and by the time I was done, I had enough to pay for lunch for both of us. (True story)
I lived near Chicago for a little while, and I loved it. Mainly because I didn't have to drive in it everyday. I mean if you gave an inch, they would take it! A little piece of advice, Don't ask anybody directions at gas stations, or any stores in general. They will send you in the Ghetto, even if you're having car problems. Don't try to look at a map, without paying for it! "You must buy!" "No pay" "No stay!" "Get out now, I call the cops!" Please Don't drink coffee and drive without a good lid, before you go to the office. Beep, Beep, and Beep in Beep Beep!
That was not the sound of a car horn, it was the words flying out of my mouth that day. That's right, all the advice I just mentioned happened to my friend Minor and I. In the same morning at that, we did manage to get to work on time. Don't get me wrong I love Chicago, and the delicious foods. I don't remember the street, but it was a restaurant here, and a suit store there, up and down that street. I loved the mixed cultures, and the Blues Music! I could go onand on about Chicago. I could ramble on about my travels forever, but I will spare you for now.
Trust me, when I say some of my stories are crazy like a dream. The kind of events, like if there was no other witnesses, I wouldn't believe they happened myself. I will save some of those for later, and leave you with a poem I wrote in a Cyber Cafe In Chicago, IL. It was so cool for a small town Illinois boy to see. I mean they had hand chairs, bean bag chairs, in all different colors. Fresh desserts, and wonderful coffee. I attempted to publish this poem in a European Poetry contest, and somehow goofed it up. It never made it into publication.
Spring of 1998
I'm a chameleon
adapting to my environment.
Perhaps a lizard
shedding my old skin.
Wiping away my grin.
Ridding away my personal sins.
Changing with the seasons and the winds.
Shedding my friends.
Changing calendars
Again and again!
Traveling to distant places.
A stranger in a strange land.
Sometimes it seems
It is only me that understands,
the world's demands.
I will not feed the furnaces of hate.
By having two faces.
By staying within same realm's.
The same places.
No, for I'm a chameleon.
Blending in.
Occasionally a snake.
Shedding my old skin.
Keeping my grin.
Slithering with my own personal sins.
Peace&Love
Wes
Monday, October 6, 2008
Life's Graduations
June of 1997
When I took my first step.
Learned to tie my shoes.
Acknowledged death for the first time,
I wept!
I still look for my parents' support, but now I must choose.
In are youth, in who would we confide?
Who would we depend upon?
Reality check, now I must decide.
Little league days have been long gone
Society doesn't see our innocence any more.
Why is it people take more than their own fill?
How I'm curious, at what the future has in store!
For example: How will I pay for this bill?
Childhood memories are not lost.
I will continue to focus on the present, on how to succeed.
I will stop at nothing, at all cost.
It is good to realize my life's deed.
I have figured out the way.
It is to accomplish, what I've set out to do.
To restore hope into another day.
Most importantly, to belong to something that is true.
By Wes
When I took my first step.
Learned to tie my shoes.
Acknowledged death for the first time,
I wept!
I still look for my parents' support, but now I must choose.
In are youth, in who would we confide?
Who would we depend upon?
Reality check, now I must decide.
Little league days have been long gone
Society doesn't see our innocence any more.
Why is it people take more than their own fill?
How I'm curious, at what the future has in store!
For example: How will I pay for this bill?
Childhood memories are not lost.
I will continue to focus on the present, on how to succeed.
I will stop at nothing, at all cost.
It is good to realize my life's deed.
I have figured out the way.
It is to accomplish, what I've set out to do.
To restore hope into another day.
Most importantly, to belong to something that is true.
By Wes
I Won't Grow Up!
May 28, 1999
Supper's done!
Time to come in.
Childhood was fun.
I'm sitting listening to children play.
Just remembering of bubblegum, and games.
Hide-and-seek
Trick-or-treat
The ice cream man and photographs
Waking up on Saturday.
Eating Captain Crunch.
I will never forget childhood laughs.
Wishing for the day.
I would grow up to be a man.
I remember my father saying,
"Enjoy it while you can."
"In every way,
For, your day will come."
In a blink of an eye.
I'm now in my twenties.
There lies a kid inside.
To all the memories, and lessons I've learned!
To the holidays'.
To the days' of summer.
The tables have turned.
I am the teacher,
I am the fool.
We grow with responsibility.
But I will always be a kid.
To experience life and learn.
A toast to childhood!
Supper's done!
Time to come in.
Childhood was fun.
I'm sitting listening to children play.
Just remembering of bubblegum, and games.
Hide-and-seek
Trick-or-treat
The ice cream man and photographs
Waking up on Saturday.
Eating Captain Crunch.
I will never forget childhood laughs.
Wishing for the day.
I would grow up to be a man.
I remember my father saying,
"Enjoy it while you can."
"In every way,
For, your day will come."
In a blink of an eye.
I'm now in my twenties.
There lies a kid inside.
To all the memories, and lessons I've learned!
To the holidays'.
To the days' of summer.
The tables have turned.
I am the teacher,
I am the fool.
We grow with responsibility.
But I will always be a kid.
To experience life and learn.
A toast to childhood!
By: ME
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