Poetry

As I glance into your soul
Through your eyes so cool,
I see things in you
Things that to me are new.

I explore your mind
I seek and I find
Things to fascinate
Things that are simply great!

I see the secrets and the lies
All in those big expressive eyes
I see the joy, and see the pain
I see the gentle longing for rain

You see, getting to know you
Is great, and I love the things you do!




Happy Friendship Day Everyone!

September 11 and Happy New Year!

Yep, its the sixth anniversary of September 11th. Its crazy, I was studying in the school computer lab, and the grade 8s were having a class in there at the same time, and the teacher brought up September 11th, and I realized that they were only in 2nd grade when those planes flew into those towers, and if they were anything like what I was in 2nd grade, they won't remember much of it, I mean, I was only in 1st or 2nd grade when Lady Diana was killed, and its seen as a big thing. It just hit me though, that when I'm old and grey, instead of saying "Oh yes my dear grandchildren, I saw the first lunar landing" I'd be saying "Oh yes my dear grandchildren, I remember watching the planes go down on September 11th" Its become that big of a deal. It was the chain reaction start. Now, I have this theory, its gonna ruffle feathers, but thats always fun :) Ok:

I reckon that because the US came late in WWI and WWII they've been trying to make up for all the bloodshed they missed by carrying out all these "police actions" and a couple of short wars to get in on all the fun they missed out on. (Korea, Vietnam, Iran, Iraq etc etc.)

But on to my next thought, Happy New Year! Its the Millenium! Well, that is according to Ethiopia, seven years behind and loving it. They have a special calendar based on when the Queen of Sheba went to King Solomon to witness for herself his great wisdom, bringing back with her a belief in the one true God. Today, September the 11th starts of the new millenium for Ethiopia, so Happy New Year!

Poetry

Do not forget my dears,
Do not forget the tears,
Remember the men of old,
The men who were brash and bold.

Do not forget, little ones,
the men who went to war,
the things they heard,
and the things they saw

Do not forget the blood and pain
Do not forget the wounded and insane
For they are the wise ones my child
Men who know that war is wild

Do not forget, my angels,
Do not forget the demons of Hell,
They come to earth to start up war
To kill and wound and yell.

Theirs are the voices of battle,
The guns that crack and rattle
They appear before dying men to taunt
To offer but never give the thing they want

So my child, do not forget
That war is cruel and unkind
It took your daddy, who was not ready yet
And my father too, who I never met.

There are others as well
Who's fathers fell,
And this is why, my dears,
Why we should not forget the tears.

For war is brutal and un-fair
All for rulers with fine clothes to wear
The mud of battle is too much for them
Diplomatic visits only for the ruling class gem.

The real gold of course,
Is in you and me my dear,
Your father and mine had it too,
We are the treasure, as long as we stay near

We hope for peace beyond this earth
For a place filled with joy and mirth
With no more tears
And a God who hears

This is our hope my child,
But in the meanwhile we will not forget
So as to avoid war so wild
Yes, my child we will not forget.

Well, I have to idea what to blog about....

Really I have no clue...