Of Music

Is there no sweeter moment for my soul
then one that sings to me such sweet delight?
In the darkest of storms, it does console.
In the heat of passion, it can excite.
You ask of me which one my heart holds dear.
But how can I choose of only one song?
Rainbows and star dust, I can clearly hear.
As whispers in the night, travel along.
Sweet symphony still plays the water's edge.
I lose myself within the heart of rock.
Then I place my heart upon a thin ledge,
and soak myself into a writer's block.
Still sweet melodies sing of memories,
the beat that pulses through my arteries.

Of Peace and Joy

I learned as a child, the horrors of war.
I learned from books and pictures I saw.
I learned of hate, violence and greed
I learned of starving people, we couldn't feed.

I thought back then, the world would change
I thought other cultures, seemed really strange.
Why would they live in a place with no food and water?
Why would a parent pick a husband for their daughter?

Why does man fight over land, when there is so much?
Why can't we share the lands resources and such?
I thought time would civilize everyone.
But it's like waiting for the midnight sun.

I wish for us all, that wars would cease.
I pray everyday for world wide peace.
I found here, a little haven of joy,
of heart and soul...the real McCoy.

In our own little corner of the world, we live
with love, hope and understanding to give.
We, poets of the world, stand tall, stand proud
We speak in volumes without being loud.

Yet our message is heard through many words.
Rehearsed through scholars and even nerds.
Long live the words through our verse
as they enter the mind and then immerse.