Philosopical Predicaments to Ponder

I don't mean to be a skeptic
Or criticize the universe's plan
I'm just trying to understand
I guess my curiosity demands I wonder

Why do good people have to suffer
While the bad go unpunished
And why did I have to watch a fifteen year old\
One who never harmed harmed fly
Wither away to nothing
And then on the fourth of July just die

Yet I'm still alive
I seems so cruel
That some get the chance to pursue their dream
While others never even get the chance to live
What is the point of trying
When my life can end in the blink of an eye

Is there a purpose for me on this earth
And if so, is my life path already mapped out for me
Or am I supposed to draw my own?
Are my heart and mind a reliable compass
Or must I find something else inside of me to guide my journey
Which principals should I chose to lead me?
And how do avoid the 'wrong crowd'
I don't want march to beat of someone else's drum
I think I'll follow my own accordion

Why do some children cry themselves to sleep at night
Their innocent stripped away and nothing seem right
While others encounter an endless ocean of love
And never even had to fight

They say struggle makes you stronger
And experience is the best teacher
And if we don't learn early on
We have to repeat the lesson until we understand
But can we ever understand enough?
Is there always a question without answers?

Like When are we going to realize hatred cannot combat itself
But love shall always overcome
And the rich only get richer
While the poor become poorer
One day perhaps we shall walk this earth in peace
When we learn which battles are fought alone
And which ones had to be overcome together

I don't mean to be a skeptic
Or criticize the universe's plan
I'm just trying to understand
I guess my curiosity demands I wonder

Jumble

Unscrambling the jumble of the paper
Mere childs play
Unscrambling the jumbling of your mind
Is a far more complicated, time consuming process
It is part of a life long struggle
Finding out who you are as a person
Who you truly are
It goes past who you are to your friends
As a means to impress them
Our how you speak tentatively to you family
afraid of saying the wrong things at times
It is usoing a bar of soap
Peeling away the outer layer of grime
Allowing onself to see your true skin
True colors
And when you are able to see
Why you do what you do
And are able to act instead of react
Perhaps this an important step in your journey

Free Range

The rooster struts
The sun gleams on his proud plumage
He holds his shimmering tail feathers high
For his hens trail closely behind
His dances lures them
And he croons rythmically as they lie at his breast
As one they roll in the dust
Cooling themselves from the days heat
They search for morsels
Finding tasty grub
They are content
For they are not as other chickens
They have never known what it is liked to be caged
Wallowing in the misery of their own waste
With no room to move about
For these birds are-
FREE!

Voice of Truth

When one stands up for what's right
The voice of truth cannot, will not be silenced
It is not its nature to do so
Kill the messenger
But not the message
As an Olympic torch
Passes from one runner to the next
So to the message passes onwards
From activist to another
People all races, economic status, and orientations
Have the right too speak their piece
In front of a gathering of their community
And when we stand up
join hands
And raise our voice in unison
And firmly declare
We willnot allow our human rights
To wither under the heat
Of injustice's cruel flag
And when we refuse to take the sit-lie sitting down
Or rather, standing and moving
Protesting in the words of Dr. King
We will not obey unjust laws
Or submit to unjust practices
That is the moment CHANGE begins to happen
FOR THE VOICE OF TRUTH CANNOT,
WILL NOT BE SILENT...

Nothing Left

We've failed to heed the words of the wise
Now our world is in a sad state of demise
No more education
Only recreation
We forget how to work the land
McDonalds is all we understand
No where left to toss our waste
We dump it all in space
Our grandkids ask what its like to climb a tree
Nothing green left far as the eye can see
The land is dying
Mother earth is crying
Cancer of the soul
That's the new death toll
Technology is the latest craze
The animals left wander in a daze
Skyward, nothing blue
Gray is all you view
The situation looking grave
There's nothing left to save
Earth's resources are no mo'e
So into space we go

Gen Y

I'm Gen Y
As in why do you try?
Sittin' there with your big fancy mac
But you don't know smack
You're so old
Your learning ability gone cold
Your warranty's expired
Hey, man why don't you just retire?
You'll never be able to get things fixed
You're just an old dog tryin to learn new tricks
Gen x?
Your as outdated as a T-rex
Y,Y,Y
I'm generation fuckin Y
So bitches, don't even try

Knew

The man heeded not
The strom
His calmness
The storm's eye
He walked
Thru
Thru the swirling vortex
Of falsehood
Into
Into the tunnel
Of truth
And his soul
Was alight
Stepping forward
Drawn to its power
As a poet
To pen
Advancing
Mesmerized
And then-
He KNEW

Storm's eye

The man flew
O're the storm's eye
First-
The right brain
Then the soul
Stepped down
Into the pit
Of the empty promise

Snow Angel

I live in a world
The clouds linger above
In a vast blue webbed window
And we reach out
To grasp the sky
But it slip from our hands
As salt
For we are salt of the earth
Lean against our sacred tree
I'm hurt
Like a broken angel
Fallen from the sky
Glorious snow angel
Can you know why?
Worry not
Love will heal us all

Phoneix

The fire burns
Burns in my mind
Burns me
It consumes
All of me
An nothing is left
But ashes
Ashes of my childhood
And the ugly thing
Done to me
But out of the ashes
Something is createed
It emerges
A phoneix rising
Into the twilight sky
My phoneix
My poetry