this is a poem I wrote about what it would take to put the world on the right track.

One tear

By Jesse James BrooksJr (me)

One tear
For the lonely man
Asleep in his bed

One tear
For the little boy
alone in his head

One tear
For the soldier
Who found himself dead

One tear
for the whisper
No one could hear

One tear
For the new mother
So full of fear

One tear
That’s left drying
On an old woman’s face

One tear
For the crusified
Who gave us all grace

Eternal Love

A daughter’s love may drift and wane
When miles part, deep values changed.
A mother’s love eternal stays
No cause will make her love estranged.

Words may hurt, when misunderstood.
Actions viewed, as they were not meant.
A growing chasm separates,
Words not spoken, emotions spent.

What true recourse will bridge events?
What words will melt the frozen gap?
Calloused knees, time spent in prayer
The mystery God will unwrap.

Do not despair, Oh Mother Dear,
Your offspring must, her own path find.
Your heritage will still remain
Though she keeps it back in mind.

One day, maybe when you are gone,
She will see the truth and know
That what you gave her through her life
Is what sustained her, let her grow.

ALEXANDER

Alexander Payne was thirteen when we first met

Feisty, Fun, and Fearful all in one.

A sense of humor was something Alexander brought with him.

Pain was the other thing he carried.

Throbbing, stabbing, constant pain was always his visitor.

Alexander doesn’t allow this visitor to take over the room.

He continues his stories of love, life, dreams and defeat.  All the while pain is in the corner

Knocking, rapping, screaming shouting.

A button pushed, the door slammed in pains face

Only briefly, but long enough for Alexander

to share his life and sometimes his fears.

That if the transplant doesn’t come along, his dreams of the Alaskan wilderness will vanish, along

With the hopes of finishing school and the shows he plans to see.

PAIN crashes the door.  Alexander in pain again.

Real Meaning

What is meaning? Is it the Webster’s definition? How you feel about your life? What people think about you? Or is it money and cars? Clothes and relationships? Is it the people you care about? Your One-and-Only? Your kids? Your precious panting lap-warmer?

Or is it something more. Something better. Something really worth the pains and joys of living. Something… eternal?

I’ve been thinking lately about life, and, as far as I can see, its short-lived and over-rated. People give life too much hype. They don’t realize, when they are small, what its all about. They wake up, do what they’re told(or so they innocently believe), go to school, eat a little, laugh a little, breathe a little, sleep. Childhood is a blur. A year is an eternity. Christmas and birthdays never come fast enough. Everything is special and beautiful to a child. Well, that is until they begin to think that they are “grown-up”.

Ah, yes, the neck-strangling years when they are between eight and sixteen. Their mouths flap nonstop about friends and the opposite sex and cellphones and everything else that doesn’t matter. Constant disrespect and disobedience roll off of their tongues and then, later, they are under the sad impression that they were never in the wrong and the cycle begins all over again until, finally, they wake up from their fairytale dreams that life is easy and there is nothing to worry about. (more…)

My Chagrin

Once again, to my chagrin
This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
Within it’s darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
That bind me to this cross
And free from round my neck now bound
This curs’ed albatross

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