Wow, I just realized how long it has been since I've been on Gaia.  I'll have to change that.

It's weird that you ask this.  The guy I like lives in Springfield, IL and about a week ago I had a dream about him and a tornado.  For anybody that does not know, on May 30th, Springfield, IL was hit by a tornado.  Coincidence?  I think not...

A woman is holding me;
I have never seen her before
and I do not know anything about her.
But my mother looks on
So I must be safe.

I am wrapped up in something,
I do not know the word fore it,
it is warm and comforting
and it is soft, like me.
The woman tells me my auntie made it.

I hear her say how beautiful I am;
she remarks about my eyes.
Says my nose is familiar.
As she takes my small hand in hers
I feel calm, and I drift peacefully into sleep.




Authors Note:  this poem was written about a baby, my nephew, who actually is wrapped up in the picture I wrote about.  I do not, however have that picture on my computer, so I used an unwrapped picture of my nephew instead.

Broken Romance

Heart ache: the pain that rules my every day
My life consumed by the presence of hate.

A sudden stop will keep everything jarred
For now no way forward; the path is barred.

To say goodbye there is nothing harder.
As he goes down fighting, a broken martyr,

I see in his eyes the hurt I have caused.
My victory subdued, my thoughts are paused.

I question my actions: did I do right?
I feel so alone fighting this plight.

Somebody else waits for me with feelings
That I do return albeit unwilling.

The great advice from my friends I had sought,
Is now nothing more than words that are lost.

Our minds have changed, hearts have been broken;
This love triangle is no token

Of the romance it is made out to be.
Every problem can be solved by me.

For one of the classes I am taking this semester, I have to write a new poem nearly every week.  What I decided that I am going to do is that I am going to post my poems here.  If I can, I will also post some type of image that I think goes along with my poem.  Feel free to leave feedback, sould you feel so inclined.  As I said, all of these poems are for a class, so any suggestion for making them better will be considered.  Thank You.

My purpose in life is to understand as much of the world and its inhabitants as possible, and to convey my knowledge to others.

I lover learning, and music, and creating something from nothing, and seeing the world with my own eyes,  My mind is constantly racing with ideas as to how I can share what I have learned,  I hope to one day speak many langrages so I can share my thoughts with more than just the English speaking population of the world.  I am just beginning to see some of the infinite directions tht my life could take.  I am going to travel, taking pictures and writing notes along the way so that I remember everything.

If I could live any way I wanted, I would spend my days traveling from place to place, country to country.  I would learn about the languages, lives, and cultures of the people I met, and each one would influence me in a different way.  I would take advantage of every opportunity that came my way, trying everything at least one time.  When old age catches up to me, I will settle down and influence the lives of others by writing and teaching, sharing everything I know with an audience that wants to hear what I have to say.