OLYMPIC DREAMS

We all should have Olympic dreams
To be what we can be.
That's what real life should be about.
It's not the life I see.

I see life of preeminence;
To be the number one.
We think unless we win that 'gold'
Our life will not be done.

But winning gold is not life's end.
When there we'll only find
That striving for external 'golds'
Does not bring peace of mind.

The 'golds' we win can't fill the void
Left after we ask "Why?"
That is a race we can not win
No matter how we try.

Too, gold we pull toward ourselves
Is from another's hand;
And conflict that results destroys
Our common human band.

Now if the band we wish to mend,
We must pursue our dream;
But in cooperation with
Each member of our team.

When all of us race to the ends
Of our capacity,
Up on the highest podium
Will be humanity.

Olympic Nightmare: the little girl
Olympic Letters

WAR on DRUGS

The war on drugs is such a farce
It's worthy of the "Keystone Cops".
It is a war that can't be won;
But will end if demanding stops.

Our taking drugs is only one
Of eight ways that we all can try
To fill the void left in our lives
Right after we ask "Why am I?"

Since eight consume humanity
We are myopic there's no doubt
To spend such time and energy
Just putting this drug 'fire' out.

The emptiness can not be filled
With drugs or any other way
And trying will ensure that we
Will self-destruct before our day.

It seems though that it matters not
In self-destruction we will end.
When looking at the void within
The drugs appear to be a friend.

And so the war on drugs will fail
Regardless of the force applied.
If we persist obits will read
'Twas in the war on drugs they died.

To live we all need to create
A life without our common fear.
Then with the other ways we try
Demand for drugs will disappear.

Much harder than the war on drugs,
"The ideal" asks us to believe
There's purpose in creation of
A life no one will want to leave.

If we believe, the script will change.
We'll shoot a documentary
Of time once spent in war on drugs
Invested in humanity.

Alcohol, drugs, sex and other anesthetics

HUMAN RIGHTS

When 'Eve' asked 'Adam' "Why am I?"
He said he didn't know.
But 'Adam' thought, "I'll fill the void
So fear of it won't grow."
The void however can't be filled,
So while throughout the years
Successors tried without success,
They magnified their fears.

The ways we try are all opposed
Thus end in deadly fights,
But still these tries to fill the void
We're claiming as our "rights".
Our present fight for "human rights"
We want enshrined in law
Is not a hopeful sign. It shows
Our fatal human flaw.
Our "rights" we claim are just ideas.
They have no sustenance.
To spend lives fighting over them
Makes not a whit of sense.
Our "rights" we want for our attempts
To fill the void within
Have put us in a fight for life
Humanity can't win.

We do though have a common 'right'
That isn't widely known.
Designed by Nature for us all,
We make our very own.
It's natural activity
We really don't know why,
Evolved humanity until
Our 'Eve' asked "Why am I?"
It's reaching to the limits of
Unique capacities,
To others and to Nature's God.
Apparently it frees
Us from our fear of emptiness,
The reason that we fight.
Since Nature gifted it to us
It is our 'human right'.

The "human rights" that we create
Are therefore human wrongs.
We certainly can't coexist
While singing our own songs.
Our 'human right' though helps create
The human symphony,
With each one 'singing' our own part
In Nature's harmony.
 

MOTHER'S GAMES

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Although Mom can't recall the day
The Scrabble game she can still play.
She says she doesn't care who wins
But tries; and when she does she grins.

She laughs out loud and slaps her thigh.
For my sake then she wonders why.
"It's unbelievable but true,
My tiles were best so I beat you."

With solitaire we end the night.
Mom clicks and drags; it is a sight
To see her move the cards around.
For this game too her mind is sound.

She battles it with all her wits.
Though she might lose she never quits.
She starts again without my aid
And plays until the cards cascade.

Mom plays her games the way she lives.
Her most to every day she gives.
With both it matters not the score,
She greets each one with "Please, once more!"

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MOTHER'S DREAM
MOTHER'S HOPE
MOTHER'S LEAVING
MOTHER'S MARKET MEMORY
MOTHER'S MEMORIAL BENCH
MOTHER'S SAD ATTACK
MOTHER'S WAR
MOTHER'S WAKE

PEACE KEEPERS

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We say we have to keep the 'peace'.
But peace has to be free.
Since keeping 'peace' is costing lives
Then 'peace' it can not be.

We don't keep peace with tanks and guns.
We keep sporatic war
Between the sides that can't agree
On what they're living for.

Real peace is like the air we breathe,
A medium of life
That fills the space between us and
Allows no room for strife.

By living life that's natural
Peace we would generate.
Because we try to fill the void
We have this present state

Of having to prevent the fights
About the ways we try
In vain to fill the void within
With varied reasons why.

Reach out to our capacities,
To others and to God.
With life lines running parallel
There'd be no need to prod.

This natural activity
Yields peace we can't contain;
And as it suffocates the wars
"Ideal" life will remain.

PEACE KEEPING