The Confusion that is Life

An innocent baby is born

With no knowledge of this cruel world

But she learns

She learns from a tender age

That, things do not come in easy packages

Food, education, clean water

Sleep

But….

She is strong

She learns to depend on herself

To take the heartache and forgive

That courage is not without fear

But fear conquered

That tears are not a weakness

But a cleansing of the soul

That success is not based on the salary you earn

But the appreciation that failure leads to knowledge

That strength is not sitting on the throne all alone

But knowing when to reach out a helping hand

This baby learns

She grows and matures

And realizes that in this chaos,

All that is left is choice,

The choice to live for material possession, fame, recognition and all the unimportant things we are now taught to crave

Or….

The choice to live for self-discovery and self-acceptance

To appreciate family, friends and even strangers

To bask in nature’s treasures

To realize in times of pain

That there is someone worse off

Who knows what she will choose

What anyone will choose

The one thing that is sure

Is that life is a journey of many roads

Some are smooth, others bumpy

Some carefree, others filled with worry

Some lead us to the things we want

Others lead us to the things we need

No matter where these roads take us

Know that life is never easy

However, the following tools are always a soothing balm

Strength of character

Sense of integrity and honor

Honesty

Compassion for your neighbor

And most importantly

Love for one another.

Lost Love

You say you love me

Do you really?

Actions speak louder than words

Yours say you don’t.

You claim to need me

If I were gone, would you miss me?

My company seems more of an annoyance

Is my character that much of a nuisance?

“I want you,” you say

Why do I not feel desire in your touch?

A lonely bed is my only companion,

Cold and unaffectionate.

Your eyes used to light up at the sight of me

Your body ready and responsive.

Now dead eyes greet me

As your body turns away.

Our conversations used to bring laughter to this cold apartment

Now there are only words left unsaid.

We used to love

We used to share.

Now passion is a distant memory

Will we ever again be as we were?

Only time will tell.

Dreaming of a New World

Field of wheat?

Or is it a field of dreams?

Where none of the realities of today’s unforgiving world matter

Where the smell of the sweet breeze wipe away the smell of gun powder, the decay of dead bodies, the stench of greed.

Is it a place where the rays of the sun feel like beams of hope?

Hope for a better today where we are not so concerned with meaningless material possession, titles, and positions.

I look into this field and I almost believe

Believe that we can learn and appreciate the lessons nature tries to each

That we are one, divided not by race, class, nation, our own prejudices

That what you put into life and really living is what you get out of it

That we realize that protecting mother earth is the only way to continue this life and the journey beyond.

Sigh…….

This field can almost make me believe                

But reality awaits, cruel and unmerciful;

Like the hands that will ultimately harvest this land

But at this moment

None of it matters

I dream and feel the naïve hope

That maybe one day it will be as I see it.

A world where dreams grow and bloom and produce succulent fruits of hope

While seeds germinate into trees of peace.