Our Lives

We are told to give mercy to those who cause us pain

and forgive those by whose hand we are slain

love one another as you would love yourself

even if they cause you hurt and deteriorate your health

we must help those in need

even if it seems like an unnecessary deed

so many people say they live by these

until the time of death when they are crying on their knees

why is it so hard to do something good

and why is it easier to do something we know we never should

why is it easier to hurt someone without cause

than to help someone and take a pause

why cannot we give a little

instead of making our souls more brittle

once in a while we should evaluate our past

instead of hoping to not come in last

when the day comes that it does not matter what you had

but it matters whether you supported good or bad

will you say that you lived a holy life

or that even in words you stabbed many with a knife

think about this in your days to come

because tomorrow could be your last one

Think Like a Child

I watch the snow fall from the sky

and I can see that look in your eye

for you it is something magical and fun

while others cannot wait until it is done

for you it means snow angels and skating

for others it means traffic and waiting

for you it means taking your imagination far

while others cannot start their car

for children it is the most beautiful thing

while for most it reminds us of the hardship it brings

but once in a while

we see snow like a child

when it falls beautifully from the heavens above

and it seems to cause so much more happiness and love

once in while we think like a child

and the snow only seems mild

The Creature

Once upon a time

there was a creature of the divine

with eyes of gold

and a personality bold

it was humble and true

and would make good with everything it would do

until one day the creature

showed an unusual feature

the king had sent soldiers to find it

and then tie and bind it

to bring it back to the king

because he knew good fortune it would bring

when the creature heard of this

his previous features he dismissed

it went on a journey to kill the king

so that to him good fortune it would bring

but when it sliced the kings throat

the horrors of this beast were all people wrote

no one remembered it's kind ways

and so now it hides in a cave spending it's days

waiting for the justice it deserves

but until then it shall stayed reserved

The Wonder of Christmas

It is coming I can tell

I hear the merry singing and the ringing of bells

It is coming I can see

as all of the people laugh happily

it is coming I can feel

but all of it seems surreal

the wonder of Christmas strikes me every year

and it is one thing that I very most dear

the lights, the joy, the new sense of unity

when everyone gathers around to sing songs as a community

the cold winter nights that we warm

while cookies and hot coco we swarm

the days when family seems like the best

and everyone is happy non the less

I can feel the joy in the air

and disturbing it is something no one would dare

it stays like this for over a month

but after that we fall in a slump

how fast the temperament can change

it all seems so strange

but for now I will enjoy this cheer

and after that I will wait for next year