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Focus
and Dedication
I've
simplified our relationship
Represented
by this celebration
I
give to you, I promise you
Focus
and Dedication
I
was born with several skills in life
Like
athleticism and wit
It
allowed me to take advantage of
Situations
that permit
I
was raised to learn, to listen
To
love, to list, to last
I
was raised to keep moving forward
Yet,
keep one hand still in the past
And
though I won't forget my past
And
surely never want to
It
brings me to this point in life
Where
what I want is you
I
want you to be by my side
As
we move on in life
I
want you to be with me
As
partner, friend and wife
I
want to walk down roads uncharted
Hand
in hand together
I
want to fight the fiercest winds
And
other kinds of weather
I
want to lie on beaches
Pristine
and still untapped
I
want to climb the mountains
Where
fulfillment is entrapped
I
want to walk the city streets
New
York, Bangkok, Madrid
I
want to meet the people
That
would otherwise have hid
I
want to roam the deserts
To
see what mirages we can find
I
want to take reality
Imagery
then combine
I
want to fly in airplanes
Drive
a car or walk
I
want you right there by my side
So
we can turn to talk
I'll
defend with every breath I have
I'll
lead with all foresight
I'll
follow without question
And
I'll hold you every night
I
promise to tune my life with yours
Like
ancient meditation
Today
I'll be your husband
With
Focus and Dedication
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Crystal
Ball
For
my seventh birthday
I
received a crystal ball
The
card that came along with it
said
"inside you can see all...
If
you were to focus
on
the star that is within
you
could see your future
and
where it will begin"
Though
my hands were stained with chocolate
from
the birthday cake and pie
I
grabbed that crystal ball of mine
and
held it to my eye
I
turned it to the left a bit
then
spun it to the right
I
searched for my tomorrow
throughout
that birthday night
And
as the clock struck midnight
and
my eyes lids fell to close
with
that crystal ball of mine
I
began to doze
But
I was feeling nervous
about
my crystal ball
If
my eyes were closed at night
how
could I see all
So,
I placed that crystal ball of mine
upon
a leveled shelf
right
next to a picture
of
a portrait of myself
And
every night before I slept
I
would stand up on a chair
I
would grab that crystal ball of mine
and
inside it I would stare
But
I became frustrated
with
that crystal ball of mine
Inside
I saw just cloudiness
that
star I could not find
Early
in the morning
late
one afternoon
I
saw that crystal ball of mine
fly
across the room
Perhaps
it was a reflex
perhaps
it was mere force
Perhaps
it was by birthday
from
which I must divorce
And
as I sat there staring
at
my fractured crystal ball
I
finally saw that star of mine
yet
could not see at all
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Shinny
Red Balloon
Helium
inflated
String
tied on tight
Vivid
in expression
Color
so bright
Mental
miles traveled
On
a Sunday afternoon
A
child with his thoughts
And
a Shinny Red Balloon
Knowing
not his father
Nor
his mother nor his past
Looking
for the image
Of
the shadow he has cast
Alone
without a friend
Without
family in the park
Fighting
for forgiveness
Without
vision after dark
Apology
was given
For
not being what was wanted
A
sentimental void
And
forever will be haunted
Searching
for the answers
With
hopes to find them soon
He
waits without a word
And
his Shinny Red Balloon
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A
Candle Lit Farm
Look
at me now
Searching
for a candle lit farm
Caressing
my past
Asking
for forgiveness
Traveling
for days
Asking
this guy named "God" to help me out
No
response though
Not
really expecting any
Someone
will offer their hand
Yes,
I'll probably bite it
Lose
all chance at success
Well,
not all
It
always works out in the end
Wait,
is this one of those, those, those
Those
things
Where
I grasp my heart in pain
feel
my conscience strain
And
give a lot for meaningless gain
I
guess not huh
It's
one of those voyage pieces
Inviting
people to look on
While
I search...
For
a Candle Lit Farm
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L.A.
Gang
Bangers on the side of the road
Tagging
the freeway signs
and
the sides of buses
Creativity?
Sure...
Logic?
No
Fucking way!
Make
sure you've got your colors down
Sign
language too
It
means something you know
Fifteen
bucks for a pistol
What
a bargain
10
free bullets
A
quick lesson in self defense
and
seventeen years at the state pen
Parole?
Denied!
And
by the way...
A
Camaro is still a Camaro
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The
Condom
Condom
on the window sill
Textbooks
on the floor
Life
is full of nothingness
"Why"
we must explore
Is
it due to my opinions
that
I am sitting all alone
Is
it due to my behaviors
that
I am waiting by the phone
Have
I burnt the bridges
from
the people in my past
When
it comes to friendships
will
I be chosen last
When
I turn my back
are
there comments I don't hear
When
someone tries to talk to me
are
their words sincere
If
I said that I would change
would
anybody care
If
there was a funeral
would
anyone be there
Is
it worth my efforts
to
try and make amends
Is
it really possible
for
me to make new friends
Is
it even needed
has
hope been too abused
Will
there ever be a reason
for
the condom to be used
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Twenty
Dollar Bills
A
twenty dollar bill is all that I have saved
Jobless,
homeless and I have become enslaved
by
poverty
A
senseless crime
The
American youth wasting their time
with
life
And
all of its pursuits
Structured
by equality and all of its recruits
of
pain
And
the suffering we endure
We're
doing our best but we just can't find the cure
for
boredom
A
relentless crime
Wondering
what to do with our valuable time
and
money
With
which were seeking all our thrills
By
stuffing all our pockets with twenty dollar bills
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Goblin
in my Closet
There's
a goblin in my closet
but
it won't come out to play
I've
asked it what the reason was
but
it just would not say
Mommy
won't believe me
and
says goblins are not real
But
I know that it's in there
and
all it does is steal
It
stole my sock the other day
a
green one with white lace
It
vanished right before my eyes
all
without a trace
Mommy
says I lost it
but
I know that is not true
'cause
I left it in the closet
right
next to my left shoe
But
now I think about it
that
shoe cannot be found
The
goblin must have taken it
some
night without a sound
And
when I asked about it
from
way across the room
The
goblin did not answer me
it's
shy I must assume
So
every night before I sleep
I
say a little prayer
One
that is unique to me
and
one that's very rare
I
pray that it keeps warm at night
by
wearing all my clothes
My
earmuffs from last Christmas
and
my green sock on its toes
And
just before I close my eyes
there's
one more thing to say
I
hope that goblin in my closet
will
soon come out to play
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My
Brother
Family
values from father and mother
He
is my friend and he is my brother
Up
the stairs and down the hall
He'll
trip your legs and make you fall
He'll
laugh at you when your grades are bad
He'll
push you down and make you mad
He'll
hit you with a baseball bat
He'll
chase you with the neighbor's cat
He'll
take your pizza at Friday's lunch
He'll
ask for one but take a bunch
He'll
tell your friends that you're no good
He'll
lie and say you're understood
He'll
lock you out of his tree fort
He'll
keep you off the B-ball court
But
Then Again...
Down
the stairs one leap, one bound
He'll
catch you before you hit the ground
He'll
praise you when your grades are up
He'll
toast you with his beer filled cup
He'll
brag about your winning ways
He'll
listen on your tear filled days
He'll
tell his friends that you're the best
He'll
work hard to let you rest
He'll
save the spot you left in line
He'll
suffer while you're doing fine
He'll
guide you if you're getting lost
He'll
get the tab at any cost
Therefore...
As
he moves on in his new life
With
his new family and his new wife
I
think about these simple things
and
all that this one person brings
With
all the good, the bad and other
I'm
proud to say that he's My Brother
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The
Bottle of Beer
Two
swallows left
in
the bottle of beer
an
empty slate
and
a brand new year
New
job, new friends, new home, new car
the
makings of a superstar
Have
you ever stopped to wonder
what
would happen to a man
who
had his life in order
all
according to his plan
Just
think of his potential
and
those he could impress
ability
and talent
drive
and success
Challenging
the status quo
and
the morally insecure
living
on his confidence
and
the truth that bodes so pure
The
character of integrity
self
confidence and poise
the
presence to seek out knowledge
and
then to share its joys
And
on this note so positive
his
future is quite clear
the
year is 1995
and
we toast with a Bottle of Beer
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The
Mirror
Doomed
by his presence
condemned
by his past
There
are answers to my questions
but
to know them they must be asked
I
look into the mirror
and
I wonder what I see
How
much of it is him
and
how much of it is me
Based
on the description
that
was written on the page
I
know about his height and weight
his
religion and his age
I
read about his interests
his
education and his race
It
listed his occupation
and
the shades of his face
But
what about emotion
does
he share his deepest thoughts
When
he thinks about his future
does
his stomach tie in knots
What
about his anger
does
he keep it in control
When
the stress is overwhelming
does
the tension take its toll
What
about his intellect
does
he think well on his feet
Does
he take on those who challenge him
and
present them with defeat
What
about his confidence
is
he poised, bold and strong
When
he walks into a room
does
he know he can't be wrong
Perhaps
it is irrelevant
perhaps
I should not care
Perhaps
it is the damage
of
the mirror at which I stare
For
it may be the reflection
that
I'm afraid to see
Remnants
of my father
and
images of me
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Follow
the Bouncing Ball
Follow
the bouncing ball
People
to people
Place
to place
Each
has played their role
They've
shaped the path
I've
chosen to take
and
helped me reach my goal
Education,
peace of mind
Progress
as it's known
A
Masters in Psychology
I
have lived, loved, learned, and grown
And
now that this landmark has been surpassed
And
the past is well long gone
The
future is in front of me
And
the Bouncing Ball Bounces On...
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Blank
Faces
The
home town hero runs around the bases
The
neighborhood kid trips on his laces
Mom's
upset so Dad embraces
The
gambling addict swears he'll get aces
The
fastest girl wins her races
The
prettiest flowers get the best vases
The
host of the party buys more cases
Mister
Wiggly says hop four spaces
For
sex all night the couple paces
when
the poet dies you'll see Blank Faces
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The
Scarecrow
When
I woke this morning
There
was a Scarecrow in my bed
Its
eyes were made of cotton
It
had straw sewn in its head
Its
ears were glued on solidly
With
bubble gum and tin
It
was listening as I slept at night
Recording
every sin
It
heard me bellow angrily
About
the recent lies I've told
Some
were white and painless
Others
black and cold
They
ranged from academic
To
the matters of the Heart
I
thought I had the answers
But
it seems I'm not that smart
I've
built up expectations
In
those who've given trust
And
now it seems they've crumbled
in
a pile of transit dust
The
Scarecrow's arms were stapled on
Its
hands were made of steel
And
like the devil had its due
It
offered me a deal
"Write
your words in pen and ink
Tell
your story true
Offer
those who visualize
An
image of the real you
If
you shed this massive weight
And
cleanse your soul complete
I
will protect your simple self
And
keep you on your feet
Fear
not those who criticize
And
hold you to this past
For
those are not the ones you'll love
Nor
the friendships that will last
Take
some time to think about
The
people that you've caused pain
Struggle
with your using them
While
keeping up your gain
Leave
no trace, no stone unturned
As
your journey must begin
Release
the mighty wonder
Of
the secret safety-pin"
Yet
this is not the forum
But
it's referenced in a poem
About
a young boy and his mother
Called
'The Voyage Back Home'
This
is my distraction
As
my corn field awaits
I
can't give you a timeframe
No
days, no months, no dates
This
is my decision
No
words, no post, no phone
Thank
you for your patience
while
the Scarecrow sleeps alone
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The
Shot
If
you look upon my mantle I can show you what I've got
A
reminder of my efforts and the time I took my shot
It
started in my childhood when I'd climb up in a tree
And
beckon all the neighbor kids to come and look at me
I
thrived on the attention from their beedie little eyes
As
I stood upon my pedestal and spouted vagrant lies
When
I watched TV at night, the violent ones with stunts
I'd
mimic all their actions, their flips and falls and grunts
I
had myself a yearning to be on stage and screen
And
be the center of attention and rolling in the green
All
through adolescence as my reputation formed
I
was hanging from the goalpost as I athletically performed
I
never took advantage of the theatre in school
They
new me as an athlete and drama wasn't cool
When
it came to presentations, demonstrations and the such
My
coaches didn't have to ask or beg or prod too much
Instead
I would just volunteer to receive or give a gift
And
I too would be chosen to perform a spirit lift
In
school when there were role-plays as the teachers would demand
I
would always be the first one to quickly raise my hand
Sometimes
there was laughter and sometimes I heard cheers
But
I always did feel comfortable standing among my peers
Sometimes
I had critics who disliked my attitude
They
told me that I'm cocky, self-centered, blunt, and rude
But
I took these as compliments as my confidence was high
These
people I think envied me and somehow wondered why
When
I got to grad school my image was the same
Who's
the guy with the self-esteem, the abs, the smile and game
I
found myself near Hollywood, thirty miles south
Adventure
waiting stimulus for eyes, ears, and mouth
Finally
when I graduated four years down the road
I
found myself unemployed and my life would soon explode
So
I gathered up some courage, a credit card and time
I
made a couple phone calls and then I wrote this rhyme
Dig
down deep young traveler, as you've figured, formed and fought
Sir
Oscar is for the taking... And then he took his shot
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