The Final Poem

The Final Poem

I have spent so much time

A large part of my life

Writing stories

Putting words to poems I hear in my mind

I have poured out my heart

Emptied my mind

And talked of emotion I didn't know I had

Through all of it my tablet has been my friend

Something I could never be without

I know it will be with me the day I die

The day the soul that helped me write

Leaves me behind to return home

My tablet will still be in my hand

My last poem will be on the screen

The best poem I had ever written

But, it will not be finished

It still had so much more to say

When you read it

Please do not finish it

Share it with everyone you know

Let them all know what my last words were

Let them remember me as a poet

A poet who never had the chance

To finish what he had to say

A Parent's Karma

A Parent's Karma

Mothers, fathers
There is something you must learn
I doubt that your parents will tell you
Their parents never told them
And it goes back through time
The children you love
The ones you treasure with all your heart
They are demons spawned to punish you
You don't know that they can communicate
Without words or paper
They use their minds
So you will not know what they are doing
Until it is beyond too late
And you find your child painted some ungodly color
You may find your shoes filled with water
You may find the dog with shaved places
Or they may just sit quietly
Not behaving or misbehaving
They will just sit perfectly still
Planning what to do the next time you go out
You will never know
Until it is beyond too late
Just remember when it happens
You did the same to your parents
And they did the same to theirs
Following a trend that goes back
All the way to Adam and Eve and their children
However, when you are cleaning up their newest mess
Remember two things
Your parents placed the curse on youi
Because you made their life a living hell
And remember the most important thing of all
Karma is a bitch
And someday you kids will learn that too
If you let them live long enough

A New World

A New World

There is an epic war

Waged for all of time

Man is the enemy

Fighting and killing

Destroying everything in sight

His weapons are concrete and steel

With glass so he can see his victories

He claims he wants to make the world better

Make it more livable for his children

He loves the towers he creates

All of the streets which run everywhere

And yet, go nowhere

He forces the plants to live in preserves

Giving the animals less and less room

But, even in the havens he grants to nature

He encroaches and destroys

With all his forethought he doesn't know

Someday, after he is gone

After he had returned to the dirt from where he came

The asphalt borders he had erected

The temples he built to worship progress will fall

They will crumble to dust

And the trees and animals he imprisoned will rise

They will climb to where man had been

They will grow and live in the debris

Nature will reclaim the world which was stolen

It will make everything right

And the world will begin anew

I Am Just Me

I Am Just Me

I am not like you

I was born this way

I had no choice

Even though I am not handsome

I am not beautiful

Not to the common standards

I have friends who like me

A family who loves me

I try to play in the park

I try to go to school

But, people don’t see me

They don’t try and get to know me

To see the normal child I am

They only see a monster

A freak to be feared

Something to be made fun of

I will cry in my bed

Not want to go out of my house

Maybe someday they will learn

God made me the way I am

And I am just a child

Not a monster

Not a freak

I am just me

Lost Child

Lost Child

So many sad children

Hurting without their parents

No brothers or sisters

No friends

No one to care about them

They huddle in corners

Waiting to find anything to eat

Or somewhere to sleep

Their lives are muddled colors

Nothing to match the world away from them

Although some may try to escape

To find some happiness in their lives

Others give up on life

Lose any hope they may have had

They turn to drugs

Or crime

Or worse

They are the ones we should cry for

For they are a person lost to this world

And they cannot be replaced