For the Class of 2014

Being together after all these years,
Through laughs and stress that both brought tears.
Pain and celebration made us one,
Now the journey is finally done.
Some will steer away from the path,
To find only hatred and fate’s painful wrath.
But let us all try hard to stay on the One Trail,
Leading us to the valley where Victors hail!


Used To Be

I used to be upset about the mind I had,

Always treated different by my mom and my dad,

Always thinking God really messed up bad,

Wired like a freak – Always getting mad.


I used to be upset about the mind I given, 

But now I saw how it helped me be more driven,

Trying to make the most of the life I was livin’,

Just gotta work hard – the world is not forgivin’. 


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The Streets of Rome

As I walked the crowded streets of Rome,
I saw this man who had no home.
“Good Morning!” He said with a joyous cry,
He then smiled at me as I passed him by.
“Good Morning” I scoffed at him then said,
“It’s raining outside and I should still be in bed!”

Later that day, a man came my way,
It was the same man who loved this day.
I asked the man, “Help me understand:
Why a homeless man would think life so grand?
You have no roof to keep you dry,
Yet you smile so wide – I just don’t get why!”

He laughed a bit, and then took his stand,
“Let me tell you why I think life so grand:
This morning is “good”; all of them are,
And as for the rain it’s a blessing by far.
It cools me down and it feeds the crops,
The sun always will shine, for every rain stops.
What I don’t understand is simply this:
Why you, sir, are not in a state of pure bliss.
You have food, money, and even a home,
While I only have the lonely streets of Rome.

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The Sun Does Not Change (A Poem)

Is it not a wonder how on any given day
We can look at the Sun with a feeling so gay,
But the next time that we see the Sun gleaming,
We curse the light blinding and its rays hotly beaming?

The Sun does not change itself in the sky.
It is always there shining on it’s throne so high.
Rather we change to darkness, finding reasons to whine,
Let us be like the Sun: always there to shine.

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Vladimir’s Ride (A Story In Verse)

Part I
Listen my children, and you shall hear,
Of the midnight ride of Vladimir.
On the sixteenth of March, two-thousand fourteen,
The start of the ride was finally seen.
Crimea voted “yes” in the event of the year,
thus started the plan of dear Vladimir.
He said to his friend, “We must take control:
First Crimea, then the East, then Ukraine as a whole.
We must raise our flag as a symbolic sight,
One be by day, two be by night.
And I on the opposite shore shall be,
Mounted on horse, no shirt be on me.
Thus started the ride of dear Vladimir.
In the Western world, there came a roar,
As Vladimir rode onto Ukrainian shore.
“You cannot do that!” the West did say.
“We’ll impose sanctions if you don’t go away!”
And when Russia opposed, seven countries so great,
Chose to kick Russia out of the G-eight.
But the Western world was still in fear,
As continued the ride of dear Vladimir.
Part II
As the ride went on, tensions started to ease,
It seemed Vladimir was finally pleased.
The news in the West had shifted its focus,
Not a care was given of such hocus pocus.
But our man Vladimir still rode with great power,
As many pro-Russians came out by the hour.
All the while his army was lining the border.
Despite the West saying “Pull Back! That’s an order!”
When there was no retreat, tensions did again appear,
Once again starting the plan of dear Vladimir.
At Vladimir’s call East Ukraine was invaded,
The stability in the region had all but faded.
However, our Vladimir was not behind it all,
Random pro-Russian gathered under one rally call.
“Annex Ukraine!” They all did yell.
“Bring back our old leader, or you’ll surely see hell!”
Such a chaotic ride of dear Vladimir.
The police and protesters began to clash,
It seemed hope of peace was gone in a flash.
Vladimir pressured Ukraine withholding all power,
No electricity or oil, oh a tactic so sour!
The West kept condemning, but made no clear sign,
That they would stop Vladimir in the near future of time.
Thus Russia continued to spread panic and fear,
As continues the ride of dear Vladimir.
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