Gray

I sat there under Seattle’s tears, while they smacked me in the head. Pooled on the ground and in my shoes, my toes were drowned, choked with white cotton. The gray fills my lungs and my nose it chokes the soul. I finish my drink and light another up. The fire warms my face as the tip of the cigarette glows red. One delight left in my gray world. The smoke rolled off my finger tips into the air like a serpent off to betray some other poor man and woman. You wake up go to class. Stress. Next class. Stress. Next class. Stress. Back to your room, shut the door, stress. Study. Stress. Now I sit here beneath this green tree soaked to my soul smoke filling my body. Exhale. Relax…

Gray Seattle Sky
“In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace”

The Gray Seattle sky back drops our lies, The classes we lie in, the classes we die, Here we all sit alone in our seats, Rain falling down to the gray Seattle streets, The busses make stops and pick up the dead, paying a dollar to visit their friends, Rain falling down soaks to the bone, This rain causes pain and drives us insane. We are lost to find our way, like children running away from their homes. Alone we wander, to the tree house to the pool to the beach no hiding from this rain that keeps falling down.
It cuts us to pieces and wears done our metal, Revealing beneath our true stinging nettle The thorns from within rise to the surface tied close behind what flowers left sunken, Our blood drains out pulling down our masks
Our seats destroyed, we all rise up and take to the streets our thorns and flowers getting picked at by the rain.
Through the streets we flow like the rain. The library doors slam at the hinges, ink flowing down the great stone steps. It pools all around mixed with a tear. Bottoms up they all called my name together they lie all the same
The doors slam shut never the same. For years to come the name fades away. Books once full of love lay on the floor cracked and torn. Ten years pass in the eye with a tear, a boy one day ventured inside to see what shelter he could find. His facade ripped to shreds blood all gone human no more.
A black book he found clean as a lam, not a drop of black ink left. He thumbed through the pages, a passage he found in words of red. Amazed to find words after the flood of ink and tears that day the white horse and rider appeared. He horded away the black book close to his heart and stole away to the streets where the rain flowed still the same. To old town he ran where no one dared ventured. A once great city now destroyed by the rain, storms took their tole as they raged on in hell.
He ran to his home a once great spire white paint flaking off from the storm. To the top he climbed not alone, behind him a girl followed in pain all the same. At the top he stopped to read what little he could. Beside him she sat no flowers left only her nettles left getting sliced at by the rain. Together they sat as he read in his scared voice the story of a man’s life that saved people like them who were all alone in pain. As he finished the rain silenced and the storm ceased the sun rose high in the sky the two were no longer left in the rain, the white spire was left bare with nothing but two roses and a book shining in the sun the old town left empty, the roses stayed forever as a sign to those left to find.

the door

“Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open.”
Alexander Graham Bell
Dear student,
Here you stand on a new threshold. The door behind you is closing. It is closing on the last four years of your life known as high school. Everything you have learned and known; every day seems the same, same friends, same class rooms, same schedules, same teachers, and same life. But now you have the privilege of shutting that door and jumping through a new one. Sadly, on the other side of the new door is a world of the unknown. New campus, new friends, new schedules, and new teachers. What meal plan what dorm, the unknowns are endless. But you need to jump through this new door. You cannot dwell in the past. You must live in the present and look forward to the future. I am not saying you cannot look back into the past and smile, but do not dwell in it. You must graduate and move on to the next stage in your life, whatever it may be. Good luck and God speed.
“It's the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine”

the 8th birthday present from hell

It kept me warm as long back as I can remember, it kept me safe from harm. The pictures in my baby book showed them sniffing me all over as soon as I had come home from the hospital. I was foreign to them a warm hairless blue eyed little ball of skin and sound. And them very odd to me Black, Furry, Wet Nosed creatures. But together we bonded as I remember they would clean me and steal my cookies. I in turn would feed them and fall asleep on their sides and drag them all over the neighborhood. This process continued day in and day out, we like the mail man could not be stopped by rain, snow, or sleet. I loved those animals much as my siblings for I had none. Now I am older so are my companions. The day is august 14th 1998. The sun is shining and the water is warm. I swim in to shore from the boat. The adults are all together whispering and looking up at me. I curious to find my furry old companion look around and begin to search but no tale tale signs are in sight. Finally confused and puzzled I voyage to the adult huddle. I ask where my lost companion is. They tell me she had gone away and will never come back again. I only 8 was confused but in a sense I understood. So in my swim suit I fallow suit behind the adults walking two by two. Up the hill, behind that little red cabin, is a piece of dirt, whit a wooden cross made with sticks and string by a child of 8. Is where my childhood friend rests last and with her my childhood adventured travel its last.

Crimson &Gold

“Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember”. Oscar Levant
The Falling gold from the sky told us it was time for what we all needed
The chance to relax, to rest, to be our selves after the weeks of school and work
Once born, the light could be seen for miles down the beach
We stood back in fear of melting from the heat
Soon the fireworks emerged, and the fighting with stick and stones began like cavemen over a meal
But as always, the simple problems were solved and the world spun on without hiccupping
Stories were told and wisdom passed around
Soon the dares were given into and the fire would part for the brave soul to jump
We would take pictures to hold the memories

But I remember most, that unlike the pictures
Our memories of the numerous nights will not fade and wither with time but grow old with us and show us that once we had it easy but it seemed so hard
Once our back was to the past our face to the future
But we lived without the world holding us back

Metal and cloth...

"Always do what is right. this will gratify some people and astonish the rest."
-Mark Twain


This Badge,

A simple piece of metal and cloth…
By its self it is worthless
To society it is Uncool and nerdy
It is something many strive for
but few earn

My parents pin it on my chest
To show the world what I am
But inside I feel no difference
No emotion of accomplishment or relief from my journey

For the badge is nothing.
It merely represents who I am to every one,
Not who I am in front of my teachers, my parents, my friends
But who I am to every one I meet.
For deep inside me is this holdfast, a safe hold,
In this safe hold are laws
These laws that make me who I am
Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.

I belong to a small group of people,
People who hold these 12 laws to their lives,
Who when you meet them
They treat you as any man would desire to be treated
But yet they are different than others but you can’t figure it out till you are what they are.

This badge will fade and crumble…
It may be lost or forgotten with time
But it is a blueprint that is tattooed on my heart for all to see.
It leads me on this journey called life

I was not born with this badge
No I developed it
I wrote it with these years of my life.
As I grew from a small chubby boy to a physically strong young man
It grew along with me
The tattoo on my heart darkened with time and will fallow me till my time ends.

This badge is me,
A simple piece of metal and cloth…
But still me
For I am an Eagle Scout and I always will be
till the tattooed laws of my life die with the very heart that beats in my chest.

Sink or Float

Sink or Float

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,That saved a wretch like me....I once was lost but now am found,Was blind, but now, I see."~John Newton

Here I float, in the cold,
Wondering if,
I should sink or float.
I look around, at some going down
So I think, do I sink or do I float?
I agree at last to fallow my comrades
And begin to sink, slow and sad
As I sink the light grows dim
As I sink, I wonder, how long until this ends
Before to long I am there at last
I have found the bottom of a mast
The mast of a ship with many souls, much like mine, lost at sea with the question.
do I sink or do I float?
They chose like me to go on down until they hit the darkness of the deep
We’ve all been there a thousand time
at the end where no light shines
And like the rest, we begin to die.

I refuse to go down like the rest!
A sudden thump in my chest !

wakes me from this cold dark slumber
and I begin to wonder
Do I sink or do I float

Now I float from this ship and I become a beacon to the rest. I head for what little light, I can see from my little height,
My dark cloak begins to fade, as the darkness fades away,
I head towards the crashing waves way up high
Is this all in vain?
Half way up I stop and rest and look down at the rest
I wonder now to my self is the worth the work? Worth the Pain?

I see the souls, on the ship,
And now I begin to miss, the darkness of the deep,
And once again I begin to sink until at last, I find, that single mast,
That single mast of the ship I sailed,
sailing in and out, of this cold dark hell
The souls of my comrades, in black cloaks, drags me down,
I have had all I can and now I am, truly alone with all these comrades,
I see the light, at the top,
and leave my comrades at last, and that single ships mast
As I float my dingy cloak, wastes away, to a new clean white
As I reach the very height I break free
Free at last from hells cold dark grasp
I cough and spit as my lungs fill with air at last.

At the surface I look around,
to my left I see a boat as I float all alone the boat comes near,
and soon I begin to hear
a voice so sweet,
sweet and clear, I cannot believe these ears,
In this boat, is a man, old as time, and as young as me
To me he gave a helping hand
And said to me
“I am the light and the way, fallow me and you will live forever in eternity with me.”
I took his hand and said to him
“Count me in, they call me John , I have been to the dark and now am in the light, lead and I will fallow, so that I may lead others in your path. ”

I no longer wonder to sink or float; I have seen that cold dark hell and never want to tell again
Of that place where all is lost
Here I sit now, in the warmth of the light fallowing in eternity the one they call Jesus Christ.