You suck away my life
Yet you claim to be my friend
If you think life is beautiful
Then why do you end
I am the thread
Which you cannot see
I am the oars
That push you through the sea
You are pure evil
You taunt me with your might
You slow when I'm hurt
If I'm happy you're fast as light
I am immune to change
Your perception is wrought
You chase children's dreams
Yet you capture it not
I chase what I please
To you I do not answer
You are forced upon me
Like a deathly cancer
For eons I've existed
And as long as I've been
You try to control me
And still I grow thin
My kind shall prevail
Where others could not
I shall bend you to my will
Until more I have got
You spend me with waste
Without a second thought
Yet stop I will never
I cannot be caught
Leave me now
I have much to do
I must ponder my actions
If I am to start anew
I shall take my leave
But be forewarned
Use me well now
Before you are mourned
As silently as he came
The specter is gone
But I feel him around me
Again I am the pawn
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Alphabet for Saudis
The Alphabet for Saudis
Now i know many of you are thinking "This is a chain mail in the making", but rest assured that this is not a chain mail (i seriously doubt any sane person will forward this). This is simply a lame attempt at humor, so please take it as such. I hope you get a laugh out of it.
A is for Argumentative:
No Saudi would be complete without the typical I know what i'm talking about and you don't know crap. Whether he's 7 or 70 this is the chance we all wait for, the chance to prove that everyone around you is a dumbass. Come to think of it, this list is fits under this criteria, because all you idiots couldn't see these points. I mean COME ON !!! it's so obvious.
B is for Bureaucracy:
Bureaucracy as defined is the collective organizational structure, procedures, protocols and set of regulations in place to manage activity. Queue maids and drivers please! All men, women and children are bureaucrats in this country. Kind of makes you wonder why we have such lousy politicians since they've had practice since the day they were born.
C is for Cars:
The more the better. Carbon emissions, phooey! Ozone layer, bah! Global warming, hey we don't live in Siberia, we can handle a few more degrees. It's well known fact that guys with Hummers are overcompensating for something (you know it's true). So what does having a car for every day of the week mean? Well I have a theory. We are descended from nomads. For nomads the sign of wealth was camels and sheep. The more you had, the higher your social status was. Who said we don't adapt ?
D is for Diplomacy
Not exactly. What we imagine to be diplomacy and what it actually is, is kind of like comparing chickens to say the Saudi National team. One runs around a field chasing after anything that moves while bumping into each other while not achieving much, and the other is ... err ... ok that was a bad example. Our form of diplomacy usually gives way early on to point A and after that point E comes into play and then finally falls back on point C until you either fall into a coma or your brain melts. Either way it's a wonderful relief.
E is for Ego
If you don't believe this problem exists, then congratulations, you fit here.
F is for Fashion
In a country where guys look like ghosts and girls look like ninjas, you would think that fashion doesn't really play a large part. Well, you think wrong!! Fashion comes in many forms here :
1. No one can see it, but I know it's there
2. No one can see what i'm wearing so i'll make your eyes bleed with my bling
3. These shoes are 2 sizes too small, but fashionable and comfortable are not the same thing.
4. This hair style cost me a months salary, but I just throw this head scarf ever so casually on my shoulders so you know i'm modest about it.
5. I probably won't wear any of the 25 pieces i just purchased, but it's fashionable to have your arms full as you leave the mall.
6. I bought this handbag that I can't afford to carry the credit bill I can't pay and the tissues I'm going cry into to con my Father/Husband/Mother/Brother/Sister into bailing me out.
7. SALE?? ... Where?? ... SPARTTAAA!!!!
G is for Grumbling:
The absolute best comeback to anything.
Wife: Can you take me shopping today?
Husband: Grumble grumble
Son: I got a D on my exam.
Father Grumble grumble
Lady: Make an illegal U-turn here and then go across the busy intersection and park behind that car blocking it off. Don't worry, we'll be back in 5 hours.
Driver: Grumble Grumble
H is for History:
What do you mean you won't let me in? Do you know who my Father is??
Muslims ruled the half the world once.
Arabs invented Astronomy.
Now the only thing we can do is give ourselves indigestion. We live so far in the past, it will take centuries just to get ourselves to the present, at which point the present will have become centuries old.
I is for Invention
Of which we have none. The world is populated by people who are constantly trying to invent new things. For example, the automatic toilet seat cover, or pokemon. Our genius comes in the form of inventing ways of interpreting other peoples inventions and making them seem like they are against our society (remember the Coca Cola logo). Now if only we could harness this genius into something more productive like real x-ray glasses, or an invisibility spray :)
J is for Jakarta
Where most of our population comes from (ouch that was mean)
K is for Kisses
For the love and decency of everything that is sacred to you in this world. If you walk into a crowded room PLEASE don't kiss everyone and take 30 minutes of my life. If you really, absolutely MUST kiss, then please don't make those loud smooching sounds, and take a few minutes to shave. I don't need to be sandpapered and deafened at the same time. One form of torture is more than enough.
L is for Lanes
Those dashes on the road, the government painted them there for a reason. Also, trying to go fast enough that they look like one solid line is not what they're designed for.
M is for Mobile Phones:
Notice I used the plural form. No decent person would carry just ONE phone because nothing shows just how busy you are then not answering BOTH your phones. While we're on the subject, during the time it took me to write this list my phone went out of fashion, I need to go buy the new latest phone with the camera, wifi, bluetooth, gps, radio, flashlight, lighter, lockpick and wooden stick (for when you really need to poke someone).
N is for Necromancy
I don't mean literally resurrecting the dead, but we do have the habit of bringing up dead issues. Remember 20 years ago when you said that I looked like Big Bird on steroids, yeah I still remember it!! Good luck trying to sort that out.
O is for Obedience
We expect utter and total obedience from our slav err i mean people. From the time you're born you have to obey your parents, school teachers, college professors, bosses, wives/husbands, roles & responsibilities, SOP's, contracts, agreements and don't think that this goes both ways. Be prepared to get screwed over when it's actually time for you to get your dues.
P is for Pessimism
Where do I start with this one. Forget it, i'm not gonna even try, this is hopeless, nobody is going to read this anyways. (you get the point)
Q is for Quotes
If knowledge is power, then having !@#$ load of quotes is the ultimate WMD. Losing an argument, never fear I'm gonna hit you with an ancient quote that has no relevance to the topic at hand, but just shows you that I can. It's the equivalent of having a shotgun and firing it in the air, it doesn't do anything more than just make a loud sound, but it works well to get peoples attention. Unfortunately the reaction is most likely "what the !@#$ is he doing?"
R is for Regret
The typical threat when all else fails. If you do this, i'm going to make you regret it.
S is for Spelling
I don't know how many times i've tried to help people realize the difference between "right" and "write". "Replay" is what happens after a team scores a goal, while "reply" is what you do to an e-mail . "Yourselfs" is not a word, and the next person that sends me an e-mail that opens with "Deer" is going to get tied to my bumper and dragged down Tahlia street.
T is for Tea
Nothing gets you going in the morning better than that small cup of lipton-y goodness. We're not barbarians, how can you expect anyone to start producing without first guzzling down a whole litre of red gold. If you happen to be one of those early morning people that likes to get their work done before the crowds, then maybe you should find another job. Preferably something in the 15th century you freaking caveman!!
U is for Underwear
Guys, it's called underwear because it supposed to be under what you're wearing. The mall, supermarket, street, and gas station are not the appropriate place to be out in your underwear. Yes, I know our underwear is more like a track suit, but you might as well be in your tighty whities for all we care. Is it really that difficult to throw on a thobe?
V is for Video Games
Now I have nothing against video games, far from it, I'm an avid gamer, but my point is stop creating conspiracy theories about video games. Video games will not turn you into a mass murderer, zombie, or a failure. It will not cause cancer, brain mutations, or pimples. Geeks and Nerds will rule the Earth, get over it. When you finally do get over it, you can come over for a nice round of guitar hero.
W is for Wasta
He may be your third cousins nephews son-in-law, but he's still family. Qualifications don't count in this case. He should get the best treatment that your abuse of your position can provide. If people get angry about your showing favoritism, then thats even better. What better way to show your sensitive caring side then by getting a total dumbass relative the job some poor slob has been working for the last 15 years.
X is for Xenophobe
It's the only word i know that starts with an X. So umm ... don't be afraid of aliens you chickens!!!
Y is for Yeti
Sorry, couldn't think of anything for Y either. So err ... bigfoots don't exist, so relax.
Z is for Zis
When you are speaking English, please make sure you pronounce words correctly. Zis is not za right way to speak to someone. Zey become fery annoyed and might possibly punch you in za face.
Now i know many of you are thinking "This is a chain mail in the making", but rest assured that this is not a chain mail (i seriously doubt any sane person will forward this). This is simply a lame attempt at humor, so please take it as such. I hope you get a laugh out of it.
A is for Argumentative:
No Saudi would be complete without the typical I know what i'm talking about and you don't know crap. Whether he's 7 or 70 this is the chance we all wait for, the chance to prove that everyone around you is a dumbass. Come to think of it, this list is fits under this criteria, because all you idiots couldn't see these points. I mean COME ON !!! it's so obvious.
B is for Bureaucracy:
Bureaucracy as defined is the collective organizational structure, procedures, protocols and set of regulations in place to manage activity. Queue maids and drivers please! All men, women and children are bureaucrats in this country. Kind of makes you wonder why we have such lousy politicians since they've had practice since the day they were born.
C is for Cars:
The more the better. Carbon emissions, phooey! Ozone layer, bah! Global warming, hey we don't live in Siberia, we can handle a few more degrees. It's well known fact that guys with Hummers are overcompensating for something (you know it's true). So what does having a car for every day of the week mean? Well I have a theory. We are descended from nomads. For nomads the sign of wealth was camels and sheep. The more you had, the higher your social status was. Who said we don't adapt ?
D is for Diplomacy
Not exactly. What we imagine to be diplomacy and what it actually is, is kind of like comparing chickens to say the Saudi National team. One runs around a field chasing after anything that moves while bumping into each other while not achieving much, and the other is ... err ... ok that was a bad example. Our form of diplomacy usually gives way early on to point A and after that point E comes into play and then finally falls back on point C until you either fall into a coma or your brain melts. Either way it's a wonderful relief.
E is for Ego
If you don't believe this problem exists, then congratulations, you fit here.
F is for Fashion
In a country where guys look like ghosts and girls look like ninjas, you would think that fashion doesn't really play a large part. Well, you think wrong!! Fashion comes in many forms here :
1. No one can see it, but I know it's there
2. No one can see what i'm wearing so i'll make your eyes bleed with my bling
3. These shoes are 2 sizes too small, but fashionable and comfortable are not the same thing.
4. This hair style cost me a months salary, but I just throw this head scarf ever so casually on my shoulders so you know i'm modest about it.
5. I probably won't wear any of the 25 pieces i just purchased, but it's fashionable to have your arms full as you leave the mall.
6. I bought this handbag that I can't afford to carry the credit bill I can't pay and the tissues I'm going cry into to con my Father/Husband/Mother/Brother/Sister into bailing me out.
7. SALE?? ... Where?? ... SPARTTAAA!!!!
G is for Grumbling:
The absolute best comeback to anything.
Wife: Can you take me shopping today?
Husband: Grumble grumble
Son: I got a D on my exam.
Father Grumble grumble
Lady: Make an illegal U-turn here and then go across the busy intersection and park behind that car blocking it off. Don't worry, we'll be back in 5 hours.
Driver: Grumble Grumble
H is for History:
What do you mean you won't let me in? Do you know who my Father is??
Muslims ruled the half the world once.
Arabs invented Astronomy.
Now the only thing we can do is give ourselves indigestion. We live so far in the past, it will take centuries just to get ourselves to the present, at which point the present will have become centuries old.
I is for Invention
Of which we have none. The world is populated by people who are constantly trying to invent new things. For example, the automatic toilet seat cover, or pokemon. Our genius comes in the form of inventing ways of interpreting other peoples inventions and making them seem like they are against our society (remember the Coca Cola logo). Now if only we could harness this genius into something more productive like real x-ray glasses, or an invisibility spray :)
J is for Jakarta
Where most of our population comes from (ouch that was mean)
K is for Kisses
For the love and decency of everything that is sacred to you in this world. If you walk into a crowded room PLEASE don't kiss everyone and take 30 minutes of my life. If you really, absolutely MUST kiss, then please don't make those loud smooching sounds, and take a few minutes to shave. I don't need to be sandpapered and deafened at the same time. One form of torture is more than enough.
L is for Lanes
Those dashes on the road, the government painted them there for a reason. Also, trying to go fast enough that they look like one solid line is not what they're designed for.
M is for Mobile Phones:
Notice I used the plural form. No decent person would carry just ONE phone because nothing shows just how busy you are then not answering BOTH your phones. While we're on the subject, during the time it took me to write this list my phone went out of fashion, I need to go buy the new latest phone with the camera, wifi, bluetooth, gps, radio, flashlight, lighter, lockpick and wooden stick (for when you really need to poke someone).
N is for Necromancy
I don't mean literally resurrecting the dead, but we do have the habit of bringing up dead issues. Remember 20 years ago when you said that I looked like Big Bird on steroids, yeah I still remember it!! Good luck trying to sort that out.
O is for Obedience
We expect utter and total obedience from our slav err i mean people. From the time you're born you have to obey your parents, school teachers, college professors, bosses, wives/husbands, roles & responsibilities, SOP's, contracts, agreements and don't think that this goes both ways. Be prepared to get screwed over when it's actually time for you to get your dues.
P is for Pessimism
Where do I start with this one. Forget it, i'm not gonna even try, this is hopeless, nobody is going to read this anyways. (you get the point)
Q is for Quotes
If knowledge is power, then having !@#$ load of quotes is the ultimate WMD. Losing an argument, never fear I'm gonna hit you with an ancient quote that has no relevance to the topic at hand, but just shows you that I can. It's the equivalent of having a shotgun and firing it in the air, it doesn't do anything more than just make a loud sound, but it works well to get peoples attention. Unfortunately the reaction is most likely "what the !@#$ is he doing?"
R is for Regret
The typical threat when all else fails. If you do this, i'm going to make you regret it.
S is for Spelling
I don't know how many times i've tried to help people realize the difference between "right" and "write". "Replay" is what happens after a team scores a goal, while "reply" is what you do to an e-mail . "Yourselfs" is not a word, and the next person that sends me an e-mail that opens with "Deer" is going to get tied to my bumper and dragged down Tahlia street.
T is for Tea
Nothing gets you going in the morning better than that small cup of lipton-y goodness. We're not barbarians, how can you expect anyone to start producing without first guzzling down a whole litre of red gold. If you happen to be one of those early morning people that likes to get their work done before the crowds, then maybe you should find another job. Preferably something in the 15th century you freaking caveman!!
U is for Underwear
Guys, it's called underwear because it supposed to be under what you're wearing. The mall, supermarket, street, and gas station are not the appropriate place to be out in your underwear. Yes, I know our underwear is more like a track suit, but you might as well be in your tighty whities for all we care. Is it really that difficult to throw on a thobe?
V is for Video Games
Now I have nothing against video games, far from it, I'm an avid gamer, but my point is stop creating conspiracy theories about video games. Video games will not turn you into a mass murderer, zombie, or a failure. It will not cause cancer, brain mutations, or pimples. Geeks and Nerds will rule the Earth, get over it. When you finally do get over it, you can come over for a nice round of guitar hero.
W is for Wasta
He may be your third cousins nephews son-in-law, but he's still family. Qualifications don't count in this case. He should get the best treatment that your abuse of your position can provide. If people get angry about your showing favoritism, then thats even better. What better way to show your sensitive caring side then by getting a total dumbass relative the job some poor slob has been working for the last 15 years.
X is for Xenophobe
It's the only word i know that starts with an X. So umm ... don't be afraid of aliens you chickens!!!
Y is for Yeti
Sorry, couldn't think of anything for Y either. So err ... bigfoots don't exist, so relax.
Z is for Zis
When you are speaking English, please make sure you pronounce words correctly. Zis is not za right way to speak to someone. Zey become fery annoyed and might possibly punch you in za face.
The Eyes of the Living
This is dedicated to all the Fathers in the world, who stood up and took care of their families. Fathers that were role models inside and outside of their homes. Fathers who looked past their own lifetimes, and worked to help future generations succeed. Fathers who did what Allah and his Prophet asked them to do. May Allah grant them his mercy, and may we all learn from them.
The Eyes of the Living
Covered in dust, the young man emerges from the hole. His brother at the top extends his hand down to help him out. He steps out, squinting, in the bright morning sunlight, his eyes still adjusted to darkness of the grave. The day was already warm, and he was openly sweating, staining through his undershirt and soaking the upper half of his thobe. But, he felt cold. It was as if the grave sucked the warmth from him, but that wasn’t the only chill he felt. He felt cold in his heart, devoid of emotion. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, his problems at work, with his wife, with his friends, all placed on hold. He was finding it difficult to focus, his mind refusing to accept what was happening.
He looks around at the mourners that have gathered. So many eyes, so many emotions. People he knows and many he doesn’t have all come to honor this man. Each and every one of them know this man in some way or another. They may have been relatives, best friends, or just people he met at some point in time. Yet, they have all cleared out their schedules, made the long trip from Jeddah to Makkah, leaving their homes long before dawn so they could attend the prayer and funeral.
He looks at his brother, but he sees eyes filled with sadness. He sees the tears hiding just behind them. They want to escape, but he holds them back with all his will. He sees in them courage. The courage of a son that is fighting to prove to his father that he is now a man. He looks down into the open grave and tells his father that he may rest in peace, because he will take care of the family from now on. He tells his father that he need not worry, he will live up to standard that his father set. His brother looks at him, and without a word, they both know they had a long road ahead of them, and they knew that both of them together would find it difficult filling their fathers shoes.
He recognizes some of the people around him. Closest of which were his uncles. They were also his fathers cousins. They grew up together, they were best friends their entire lives, and that friendship carried on to their children. They were the young mans cousins also. Even more than cousins, they were his brothers, and they were standing there also. The look in the eyes of his uncles’, convey a sense of loss. They lost one of their best friends. A constant figure in their group, he is always the first to show up to their celebrations, and to mourn with them on their losses. Their eyes are forever changed, a small bit of light is gone from them and will never return.
The young man notices some elderly gentlemen standing together to one side. He remembers their faces from his childhood. These were his fathers colleagues. He looks into their eyes and sees the eyes of people who are lost. He was a leader figure to them. He was someone they trusted and looked to as their compass. They knew he held the best interests of them all before himself, and they were wondering how things will change now that he’s gone.
The young man looks over to the side, and standing apart from everyone he sees an old man, clearly Pakistani or Indian. His eyes are red with tears, but behind those tears he sees despair. The man received a monthly sum from the father. No one knew about this even the young man. The monthly sum helped him overcome difficulties with his family back home. It helped give his children an education and helped him pay off the unfair debts imposed by his host. His despair was not of losing that sum, instead he was in despair over how he would not be able to thank him, or show him the pictures of his sons graduation in his home country, or of the Masjid he helped build.
He sees some people scattered across, he recognizes some of them as friends from when his father was studying abroad. He remembers one of them in particular. His eyes show disbelief. The man landed in Seattle, the first time he has ever left his country. He knows nobody in this strange country, but for some reason this gentleman meets him at the gate and tells him that he studies with him in the University he’s attending. He opens his home to him, gives him the guest room until he is able to find an apartment for himself. He drives him around until he can find a car for himself. After all this, he refuses to take any money from him. He tells him that when he first arrived, he wished someone had helped him figure out what to do, so he just helps anyone that needs it.
They are about to close the grave. Silence takes engulfs the assembly. The mood is somber. Everyone lowers their eyes in respect. The young man closes his eyes, and he sees the image of his father. The image is clear as day. He looks into the eyes of his father. He expects to see sadness, longing, or fear. Instead he sees happiness. He sees in his fathers eyes a life well lived. A life dedicated to his family, giving his family everything they needed. He sees wisdom, teaching his children all the skills they needed to succeed in the world. He sees respect. Respect for all people big and small, white or black, man or woman. He sees a man who can go in front of Allah with no fear, because he has passed his test.
Now the grave is closed. Slowly the assembly breaks up. They each say a short prayer for their brother, cousin, and friend as they depart. They whisper their condolences to the brothers, and go back to their own lives. Each one having gained a sense of their own mortality, and the legacy they will leave behind when their time comes.
The doors to the graveyard are now closed. The brothers stand alone outside the doors. The sadness they felt as they came in is now replaced by a sense of responsibility. A sense of pride for their father who lived his life the way everyone should. A sense of respect for the time they have on this Earth, and how fast it can move if you don’t use it wisely. A sense of love for one another. Their father is resting in peace now, but their time hasn’t come yet. Their test still continues.
The Eyes of the Living
Covered in dust, the young man emerges from the hole. His brother at the top extends his hand down to help him out. He steps out, squinting, in the bright morning sunlight, his eyes still adjusted to darkness of the grave. The day was already warm, and he was openly sweating, staining through his undershirt and soaking the upper half of his thobe. But, he felt cold. It was as if the grave sucked the warmth from him, but that wasn’t the only chill he felt. He felt cold in his heart, devoid of emotion. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, his problems at work, with his wife, with his friends, all placed on hold. He was finding it difficult to focus, his mind refusing to accept what was happening.
He looks around at the mourners that have gathered. So many eyes, so many emotions. People he knows and many he doesn’t have all come to honor this man. Each and every one of them know this man in some way or another. They may have been relatives, best friends, or just people he met at some point in time. Yet, they have all cleared out their schedules, made the long trip from Jeddah to Makkah, leaving their homes long before dawn so they could attend the prayer and funeral.
He looks at his brother, but he sees eyes filled with sadness. He sees the tears hiding just behind them. They want to escape, but he holds them back with all his will. He sees in them courage. The courage of a son that is fighting to prove to his father that he is now a man. He looks down into the open grave and tells his father that he may rest in peace, because he will take care of the family from now on. He tells his father that he need not worry, he will live up to standard that his father set. His brother looks at him, and without a word, they both know they had a long road ahead of them, and they knew that both of them together would find it difficult filling their fathers shoes.
He recognizes some of the people around him. Closest of which were his uncles. They were also his fathers cousins. They grew up together, they were best friends their entire lives, and that friendship carried on to their children. They were the young mans cousins also. Even more than cousins, they were his brothers, and they were standing there also. The look in the eyes of his uncles’, convey a sense of loss. They lost one of their best friends. A constant figure in their group, he is always the first to show up to their celebrations, and to mourn with them on their losses. Their eyes are forever changed, a small bit of light is gone from them and will never return.
The young man notices some elderly gentlemen standing together to one side. He remembers their faces from his childhood. These were his fathers colleagues. He looks into their eyes and sees the eyes of people who are lost. He was a leader figure to them. He was someone they trusted and looked to as their compass. They knew he held the best interests of them all before himself, and they were wondering how things will change now that he’s gone.
The young man looks over to the side, and standing apart from everyone he sees an old man, clearly Pakistani or Indian. His eyes are red with tears, but behind those tears he sees despair. The man received a monthly sum from the father. No one knew about this even the young man. The monthly sum helped him overcome difficulties with his family back home. It helped give his children an education and helped him pay off the unfair debts imposed by his host. His despair was not of losing that sum, instead he was in despair over how he would not be able to thank him, or show him the pictures of his sons graduation in his home country, or of the Masjid he helped build.
He sees some people scattered across, he recognizes some of them as friends from when his father was studying abroad. He remembers one of them in particular. His eyes show disbelief. The man landed in Seattle, the first time he has ever left his country. He knows nobody in this strange country, but for some reason this gentleman meets him at the gate and tells him that he studies with him in the University he’s attending. He opens his home to him, gives him the guest room until he is able to find an apartment for himself. He drives him around until he can find a car for himself. After all this, he refuses to take any money from him. He tells him that when he first arrived, he wished someone had helped him figure out what to do, so he just helps anyone that needs it.
They are about to close the grave. Silence takes engulfs the assembly. The mood is somber. Everyone lowers their eyes in respect. The young man closes his eyes, and he sees the image of his father. The image is clear as day. He looks into the eyes of his father. He expects to see sadness, longing, or fear. Instead he sees happiness. He sees in his fathers eyes a life well lived. A life dedicated to his family, giving his family everything they needed. He sees wisdom, teaching his children all the skills they needed to succeed in the world. He sees respect. Respect for all people big and small, white or black, man or woman. He sees a man who can go in front of Allah with no fear, because he has passed his test.
Now the grave is closed. Slowly the assembly breaks up. They each say a short prayer for their brother, cousin, and friend as they depart. They whisper their condolences to the brothers, and go back to their own lives. Each one having gained a sense of their own mortality, and the legacy they will leave behind when their time comes.
The doors to the graveyard are now closed. The brothers stand alone outside the doors. The sadness they felt as they came in is now replaced by a sense of responsibility. A sense of pride for their father who lived his life the way everyone should. A sense of respect for the time they have on this Earth, and how fast it can move if you don’t use it wisely. A sense of love for one another. Their father is resting in peace now, but their time hasn’t come yet. Their test still continues.
The Perfect Dew
The sun is rising cried the rooster brightly
A new day is begun whispered butterflies lightly
A cloudy mist glides gently to the earth
Pan’s flute welcomes it with music and mirth
Caressing the field it glides with grace
Searching for it’s love it leaves not a trace
Bright red explodes in the early dawn
Uncontrollable, to it, it is eerily drawn
The rose awakens in the presence of the mist
Awaiting it’s arrival, waiting to be kissed
It surrounds her with love, so soft and gentle
Its love for her so raw so elemental
Their meeting in music is captured by bards
Lighted by the sun in shiny golden shards
Time stands still, the forest stands awed
The perfection of this meet, all else seems flawed
As quick as it froze, time once again shifts
The spell of serenity once again lifts
To all who witnessed, as if nothing occurred
Like the spirit it is, nothing seen nothing heard
To all it may seem, but to the rose it is untrue
Like a diamond she holds, that one perfect dew
A new day is begun whispered butterflies lightly
A cloudy mist glides gently to the earth
Pan’s flute welcomes it with music and mirth
Caressing the field it glides with grace
Searching for it’s love it leaves not a trace
Bright red explodes in the early dawn
Uncontrollable, to it, it is eerily drawn
The rose awakens in the presence of the mist
Awaiting it’s arrival, waiting to be kissed
It surrounds her with love, so soft and gentle
Its love for her so raw so elemental
Their meeting in music is captured by bards
Lighted by the sun in shiny golden shards
Time stands still, the forest stands awed
The perfection of this meet, all else seems flawed
As quick as it froze, time once again shifts
The spell of serenity once again lifts
To all who witnessed, as if nothing occurred
Like the spirit it is, nothing seen nothing heard
To all it may seem, but to the rose it is untrue
Like a diamond she holds, that one perfect dew
The Kings Banquet
As I slumber through the eve
I see a strange light
It’s warm and gentle
Like a midsummer night
It comes from above
From below and from the side
Like a blanket it covers me
From it I cannot hide
From within I hear a voice
It beckons me to come near
Quiet as a mouse
Yet loud enough to hear
It makes me feel at ease
I surrender to its power
I pray for my safety
As I approach the lighted tower
It seems to hold up the sky
Its pinnacles so tall
I open the gate
As I enter the great hall
A kings banquet is set
Sitting are guests galore
A trumpet sounds loudly
As the king enters the door
His mantle is thick,
His crown is so bright
He waves to his guests
A celebration tonight
His daughter is to wed
One of his proud knights
The city rejoices
At the kings delight
He signals to Lancelot
Come my brave knight
To you I give my daughter
To you this very night
But promise me this
For I cannot forgive
The sin of disrespect
Of this you will not live
Cherish her always
Be her loving light
Show her your love
My friend and knight
Your heart must be pure
Your love so true
My daughter so precious
This I entrust to you
Your patience will be tried
But I beg you do not tire
Try to forgive her
When to bed you retire
Love will be difficult
At times stressing
But go now sir knight
With your wife and my blessing
As the guests arise
On this night of enchant
They clap their hands
The knights leave they do grant
I turn to the king
And Lo and behold
A tear adorns his cheek
And his mantle of gold
THEY ARE TEARS OF JOY
He does proclaim
I am a father
Of this I have no shame
As he stands to leave
So old and so wise
He looks to me
And I shrink in size
Heed my warnings
My young little guest
To you and to all
Lancelot you cannot best
But try you may
And you may yet suffice
To have a wife of yours
You must always think twice
Can you learn to love
To respect and to cherish
If you answer aye
Your love will not perish
I turn to leave
This merry crowd
With the kings final words
I repeat out loud
Can you learn to love
To respect and to cherish
OF THIS I SAY AYE
MY LOVE WILL NOT PERISH
As the gates close
With an audible thud
I look back and thank
The lord, emotions aflood
Good fortune to you all
In your future endeavors
When life gets tough
Give up should you never
I see a strange light
It’s warm and gentle
Like a midsummer night
It comes from above
From below and from the side
Like a blanket it covers me
From it I cannot hide
From within I hear a voice
It beckons me to come near
Quiet as a mouse
Yet loud enough to hear
It makes me feel at ease
I surrender to its power
I pray for my safety
As I approach the lighted tower
It seems to hold up the sky
Its pinnacles so tall
I open the gate
As I enter the great hall
A kings banquet is set
Sitting are guests galore
A trumpet sounds loudly
As the king enters the door
His mantle is thick,
His crown is so bright
He waves to his guests
A celebration tonight
His daughter is to wed
One of his proud knights
The city rejoices
At the kings delight
He signals to Lancelot
Come my brave knight
To you I give my daughter
To you this very night
But promise me this
For I cannot forgive
The sin of disrespect
Of this you will not live
Cherish her always
Be her loving light
Show her your love
My friend and knight
Your heart must be pure
Your love so true
My daughter so precious
This I entrust to you
Your patience will be tried
But I beg you do not tire
Try to forgive her
When to bed you retire
Love will be difficult
At times stressing
But go now sir knight
With your wife and my blessing
As the guests arise
On this night of enchant
They clap their hands
The knights leave they do grant
I turn to the king
And Lo and behold
A tear adorns his cheek
And his mantle of gold
THEY ARE TEARS OF JOY
He does proclaim
I am a father
Of this I have no shame
As he stands to leave
So old and so wise
He looks to me
And I shrink in size
Heed my warnings
My young little guest
To you and to all
Lancelot you cannot best
But try you may
And you may yet suffice
To have a wife of yours
You must always think twice
Can you learn to love
To respect and to cherish
If you answer aye
Your love will not perish
I turn to leave
This merry crowd
With the kings final words
I repeat out loud
Can you learn to love
To respect and to cherish
OF THIS I SAY AYE
MY LOVE WILL NOT PERISH
As the gates close
With an audible thud
I look back and thank
The lord, emotions aflood
Good fortune to you all
In your future endeavors
When life gets tough
Give up should you never
Night Blossoms
Like the drop of a feather
Like the feel of the sun
Like the change of the weather
Her hand felt in mine
The feel of her skin
So soft and so warm
Her love from within
Like a rose in it’s form
The shape of her eyes
Like a spring dew drop
The sound of her sighs
Enough to make my heart stop
The feel of her cheek
On mine like a cloud
Beside her I feel meek
But my heart sings out loud
I’m pulled from behind
I’m being dragged away
I search but her I cannot find
I will find her again someday
I wake up to my screams
The smell of blossoms still fresh
Of the women of my dreams
Was but a dream and not of the flesh
Like the feel of the sun
Like the change of the weather
Her hand felt in mine
The feel of her skin
So soft and so warm
Her love from within
Like a rose in it’s form
The shape of her eyes
Like a spring dew drop
The sound of her sighs
Enough to make my heart stop
The feel of her cheek
On mine like a cloud
Beside her I feel meek
But my heart sings out loud
I’m pulled from behind
I’m being dragged away
I search but her I cannot find
I will find her again someday
I wake up to my screams
The smell of blossoms still fresh
Of the women of my dreams
Was but a dream and not of the flesh
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