Weapons
Weapons what are your uses?
You are too ignorant to
Work by yourselves
You need to manipulate man in order
For you to seem significant
Why?
You like to see people suffer because of
Your protection
Weapons what are your uses?
Weapons, you are
Honored as machinery to protect
You are misleading humankind
You have another purpose, another vindictive scheme
You like to see sadness let’s see some…
Weapons you are phony
Weapons what is your true use?
What is your true identity?
Why do people love your nature?
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Time (REVISED)
Time
The alarm begins
5 AM
Time for a new day
Shower, Clothes, keys
Driving quickly
work
Clock in,
Clock out
The highway
Clear
Rush to class
No time for games
Only education
Classes switch
Books
Keys
Car
Home
Midnight
Sleep
The alarm begins
5 AM
Time for a new day
Shower, Clothes, keys
Driving quickly
work
Clock in,
Clock out
The highway
Clear
Rush to class
No time for games
Only education
Classes switch
Books
Keys
Car
Home
Midnight
Sleep
Faith
Faith
By Kathleen Monahan
Stairs with rotten wood
The hazard
Of walking up but your dream is
At the top of the staircase
You take caution as you place your foot
On the first step
Take a deep breath
And continue to walk up
Creek creek creek snap!
The railing just came off
That doesn’t stop you
Left foot right foot
You are almost there
Spider webs begin to disappear
And the stairs start
to get sturdier
As you remember the
struggle to get here
You made it through
And filled you with strength
You reached your destination
By Kathleen Monahan
Stairs with rotten wood
The hazard
Of walking up but your dream is
At the top of the staircase
You take caution as you place your foot
On the first step
Take a deep breath
And continue to walk up
Creek creek creek snap!
The railing just came off
That doesn’t stop you
Left foot right foot
You are almost there
Spider webs begin to disappear
And the stairs start
to get sturdier
As you remember the
struggle to get here
You made it through
And filled you with strength
You reached your destination
LIFE (REVISED)
Kathleen Monahan
Life
I look carefully
Down at the cement
Below my feet
Gray colored
It has gone through
Many calamities
Its age can be seen
In the cracks
So deep from a variety
Of weather that passed
Day and Night
Night to day
Months to months
Years upon years
It began to wither away
Yet with the sunlight
Available to the
Walls of the split cement
A Blade of grass
Begins to grow.
Life
I look carefully
Down at the cement
Below my feet
Gray colored
It has gone through
Many calamities
Its age can be seen
In the cracks
So deep from a variety
Of weather that passed
Day and Night
Night to day
Months to months
Years upon years
It began to wither away
Yet with the sunlight
Available to the
Walls of the split cement
A Blade of grass
Begins to grow.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
LIFE
Life
By Kathleen Monahan
I look carefully
Down at the cement
Below my feet
Cream colored
It has gone through
Many obstacles
Its age can be seen
In the cracks
So deep from a variety
Of weather that passed
Day and Night
Night to day
Months to months
Years upon years
It began to wither away
Yet with the sunlight
Available to the dark
Cold Base of the cement
A Strand of grass
Begins to grow.
By Kathleen Monahan
I look carefully
Down at the cement
Below my feet
Cream colored
It has gone through
Many obstacles
Its age can be seen
In the cracks
So deep from a variety
Of weather that passed
Day and Night
Night to day
Months to months
Years upon years
It began to wither away
Yet with the sunlight
Available to the dark
Cold Base of the cement
A Strand of grass
Begins to grow.
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