Podium

Can you stand there on the stage
Will you feel the calm while everyone else feels rage?
Your voice speaks volumes when it is steady
All can hear it when they are ready

Can you hear the whispers in the dark?
Do you start to run when you hear a remark,
Regarding your hair, weight, family or size?
How often do you listen to their lies?

The podium is ready for any one to lead
To be brave and help plant a good seed
If the speaker means good they won't fall
But hardly anyone will heed the leaders call

As a race we've seen Giants become ants
And discussed them through fairy tales and soliloquy rants
There is always time for the good to gain power
Let the dangerous and wicked be scared and cower

An empty stage is sometimes all we are given
If we understand why then fear can be forgiven

Let Go, She Said

She said to let it go finally
But she will never ever see
How much I've grown since then
It's hard to explain to a friend

Since I've let go life's been a dream
I've discovered ways to let off steam
I've found places that were lost
And haven't worried about their cost

My mind has come to it's final say
What life should be taken day by day
I've taken my mistake into a lesson
And sought out others with the same mission

I have let go - I have moved on
What I do now is the opposite, it's a new dawn
The past can't be rewritten, and I cannot forget
As for happiness - I'm glad that we've met

Snowflakes

Snowflakes is the term they use
To describe the differences in ourselves
Each flake has a misshapen side
Or a perfect symmetrical center

Humans are built the same way
Perfect faces to a change in their bodies
Excellent health to deteriorating life
Each person is worth the life they bring

Snowflakes can appear magical when they fall
Though together they can do great damage
Imagine the effect of  snowball - so small
And the effect of a thundering avalanche

Men, women and children are magical too
When they band together to fight darkenss
If they are alone they may silently fall
But with enough power they can be strong

Softball

Races around the diamond field
Warming up for the deciding game
Bats are dusted, knees are bruised
War paint swiped across our faces
One by one the crowd fills the stands
Excited eyes raised toward the sunny sky
Green and white to show support for us
The umpire came in his ill-fitted suit
Checked the time and dusted the base
Called for the fist hitter, spat to the side
Strikes, fly balls and a few hits
Before long the teams are tied
A rumple grows from behind the mountain
But all the players ignore the noise
Game plays on and points go to them
We fill the bases next with winning runs
Games tied once more - here's the winning pitch!
The ball hits the catchers glove with a loud CLAP
The umpire blows his whistle then turns white
He calls GAME as he runs to his car
The players and I laugh at the funny sight
Then yell as we realize a loss is a defeat
Rain pours down from the heavens to match our tears
For this was the last game we'd ever play as a team

Love From Afar

Are you in love with me, my friend?
Or is this truly going to be the end?
I've watched you for a while now
All I can think of is to just take a bow

I've seen you watch me from the side
And once drunk, I asked and you lied
There's different ways to tell me what you feel
When considering what we've been dealt, blame the deal

I've wondered myself if things were not the same
If you worked less and I had a smaller fame
Where we could have gone and ventured to
Or anything else that we could possibly do

This is how it will be from here on until
Though sometimes I wish life could stand still
My dear friend, I say I do love another
And to you I will call you my brother

Life moves on as it is plain to see
How strange and fragile it all can be

Birthday

Everyone is asking what they want this year
But there isn't much to plan I fear
The month is filled with school and class
And for things to do - plus one pain in the ass

There's the fair and the shadow show
And a party - though I don't want to go
There's an unplanned thing to do too
So when you ask me - I've already got things to do

There is nothing I want that is physical
Just send help to the south, it's pretty dismal
There's a few places I'd like to visit, no joke
I'm not turning you down for the reason of being broke

Friends, if you want to plan an adventure, I'm game
I promise, anything we do will not be lame
Let's spend my birthday spending time together
As they say, friends of a feather flock together

This year my wish is to just slow down
I'm sure an adventure will soon be found 

Theater House

Script handed to the shaking hands
Excited that the part was cast
The story line takes you into far away lands
First day jitters don't go away too fast

Sets are created and lines are memorized
Dancing cues are practiced again and again
Costumes are created then glamorized
Director stopped with his tapping pen

Curtain drops and the final calls are made
Audience members fill the empty seats
House lights go down then finally fade
On the stage comes the last minute feet

Magic is made on and off the stage tonight
As the dancers twist and tenors sing aloud 
The dream is broken once there is a light
And the performers have gone and bowed

Enjoy the magic in the theater that is made
And never let the joy it creates in you fade

Sleep

I can't sleep tonight
And my train of thought
Trying to fight
The pen
Dashes across everthing
as I
Fight to stay awake
It's Late
I have so much to do
Tomorrow
Sleep, girlie, sleep
You can fight another night
Cry if you must but
Sleep cannot wait as you
Drift Off
And the lines end
Turn off the light
You're up crazy late child
Go to sleep
~ Sweet Dreams

Triangles

Three sides to a triangle
Sometimes the same angle
And the same length of side
But the numbers are always changing

Friendships grow the same way
Equal love to all three
Equal love to everyone
But the numbers always changing

Love falters, friends move away
Trust is stretched too thin
Three points never break
But the numbers are always changing

Three points in a triangle
Three friends with stretched love
Three friends with unlimited trust
Though the numbers are always changing

Flower in a Pot

I write about days that passed
Of little ventures that didn't last
Or of friends that live elsewhere
And of others that left early - unfair

My poems outline what I've wanted
And other paths I may have lead
Recently I've brainstormed a way
Something that lately I want to say

The dictionary has it's own definition
And there are songs with every solution
Every flower in a pot reminds me
With every compliment it helps me see

Exactly what you tell me everyday
Even when you're not here I can hear you say

Faltering Pen

Days pass now, when I don't think of you
Not of the times we talked or laughed
The times we sat next to each other
In absolute silence, only a few days now
I remember when it was days I couldn't stop
Everything made me question just why
Only a few nights I stay up and wonder
What could have - should have - would have
Who would you become as the years went by
Someone we wouldn't recognize? Or could?
Would you stay where you were, or travel?
Where would life have taken you - would you know?
I'm sure you know I'm up late doing this
Though you wouldn't tell me to sleep
You'd wait for me to say it myself
But as my pen falters -
I guess I'll sleep tonight