Destiny

Spring water flowing freely
down a hill.
Meets a stream.
The stream takes the water
on a journey to its destiny.
The stream then meets the
rushing river.
The river welcomes the
stream with open arms.
The the river continues on
with the journey of the
destiny.
The destiny is the Ocean.
The Ocean gladly accepts
the river into its mouth.
Devouring it greedily.
Making it one with itself.
Finally the journey of destiny
is complete.

The Black Death- Ode to The Exxon Disaster

the oil barge floats,
floats upon the water.
floats like a babe in a
mothers womb.
something was wrong,
the captain was losing
control.
CONTROL!
the barge smashed,
crashed upon the reef.
pointed and jagged the
reef tore the barge apart.
black oil, the black death,
poured out of the barge.
like blood from a wound.
the black death covers the
waters like a shiny blanket
of death.
suffocating what ever it
touched.
along the coast the black
death covers the beaches
and shore lines.
Animals wither in pain as
they suffocate in the grip
of the black death.
the black death ruins and
destroys what it touches.
mother nature withers in
pain as the black death
envelopes her in its
black grip of death

Wisdom

Wisdom comes by way of
lessons, both painful and not,
learned, by way of mistakes
made.
Mistakes are made when
wrong choices are made.
wrong choices are made
when you ignore that
little voice inside you
saying "do not do that."
To gain wisdom you have
to live life.
When life is lived mistakes
will be made, and wisdom will
surely be gained.

wrote on 06/06/2004

One of my first tries at poetry, again *please forgive me*

Heavy Metal Head Bang

The Band comes on stage.
the music starts to play.
you start to sway to the beat
of the drums.
The beat melding with the
beat of your heart.
The music takes you to a
world of sound.
Of emotion.
The music takes you higher
and higher.
Then the music grows to a
wild crescendo.
It turns you into a head banging
freak.When the music stops,
it makes you feel like the bottom
has dropped out from under you.
You Crash.
You want the music to go on forever.
But for that you know you must wait
for another day to hear
The Head Banging Music

wrote on 07/05/1996

A couple of funny holiday poems *forgive me*

Two Beets and an Egg

two beets and an egg.
kind of sweet.
kind of neat.
and oh so good.
as it should.
be cause my aunt
made them with love.

wrote on 11/24/2000

The Time is Near

The time is near,
Christmas is close at hand.
soon Rudolph will be on
his way.
he will be helping the
reindeer pull Santa's
sleigh.
They will be being all the
good little boys and girls,
a big bag of brand new toys.
But beware.
If you were naughty, Santa will
know, oh and he will know.
Christmas morning, you
may get a shock when all you
find is a lump of coal in your sock

wrote on 12/14/2000

What?

what have i become?
i am like a ping pong
ball bouncing around.
Life's troubles like
paddles hitting me.
sending me bouncing
through life rebounding.
Hitting the walls at full
force.
when will i be able to stop?
when i hit the final wall
of life and pass from this life?
Or will i pass onto a better
life after this? or will i get the
same?
or will some one save me from
that final blow?

wrote on 02/15/2000

Who Care?

who cares
about me?
who cares
if i live?
who cares
if i die?
as far as i can
see only me.

wrote on 01/24/2000