Sometimes

Sometimes in our life, there’s an instance,

that we were given a chance,

To choose the road to take and walk on,

and decide on things that come along.

Sometimes, as we walk along the road,

we meet someone we can’t avoid.

That no matter how we try to evade

the heart always takes the lead.

Sometimes, we try to fight it out

to overcome the things we doubt

But no matter how strong we are,

the heart prevails in this war.

The battle between the heart and the mind

is a war so hard to beat and bind.

For when a feeling is at stake

only the heart will reign and direct.

Sometimes, no matter how a thing is wrong

the heart sees nothing but beauty alone

And whatever the world will comment,

the heart will follow what is meant.

The bottom line now is to face reality,

to follow what your emotions say,

But never sacrifice what makes you happy,

At the end of the day, your decisions stay.

Collateral Damage?

The years spent by a nurturing and caring hand
Life as precious as her life . . . gone in a second

Ignoring life in satisfaction of a promise

An action that seems to be a blatant excess

For even a beast’s life is precious, man’s life should be

God offered the life, only He, can take it away 

The authority, supposed to be the protector

Appears to be the punisher and masked aggressor

Yet, the lies and insistence that all is in triumph

Seemingly giving the people nothing but false hope

To defend is not to transgress, saying it’s legal         

Man is not a toy but with flesh and blood that’s real

The intent that is supposed to be for everyone

A good intent yet wrong . . . the manner how it is done

For when the implementation is not what we hope for 

All is off-beam . . . then the graveyard is only for the poor 

There's not a Change

I walk slowly, I walk fast but there’s not a change

Heard the gun fires, the bellow, the cries and the whines

I stop for awhile, look around and view the place

And wonder if in this land I could find solace

I perch on a tree trunk and ponder with the time

As I hear the songs of yesterday… a grumble

There’s not a change… it’s the same music that I hear

There’s not a change… the noise of time that I should bear

The passersby, I hear them singing… so lonely

Walking towards somewhere… to a place of nowhere

I see their faces but I don’t know what they feel

There seems a pain and unseen wound that never heal

There’s always a promise in an uncertain world

A hold on pledge may always be heard but not felt

We can walk or run; we can shout or just whisper

Prove that we can do anything and should not fear

If I sing with them . . . or not, will there be a change?

If I walk with them . . . or not, will there be a change?

It’s my mind that will decide but my heart will tell
Amend . . . easy to say yet so hard to compel