parhelli0n: (1991)
My Mom was going through her Hope Chest tonight (big wooden box, in which articles from her/our past are stored for posterity). She found a poem that I wrote on Earth Day, 1990 (birthdate of the phrase "Think Globally, Act Locally." ) I don't remembe doing it, but there's no doubt it's my adolescent brain at work.

My 12 year old genius beneath the cut, as an entry in my own electronic Hope Chest. )

Oh, and the paper I stayed up til stupid-o'clock doing? She pushed the due date back a week. *grumble*
parhelli0n: (1991)
My Mom was going through her Hope Chest tonight (big wooden box, in which articles from her/our past are stored for posterity). She found a poem that I wrote on Earth Day, 1990 (birthdate of the phrase "Think Globally, Act Locally." ) I don't remembe doing it, but there's no doubt it's my adolescent brain at work.

My 12 year old genius beneath the cut, as an entry in my own electronic Hope Chest. )

Oh, and the paper I stayed up til stupid-o'clock doing? She pushed the due date back a week. *grumble*
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A cup of green tea
Her smile fills my soul with love
The East sun rises
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A cup of green tea
Her smile fills my soul with love
The East sun rises
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Tarnished Hope rides high on my wrist
Ever After seeming now a distant fantasy
Explosions of sound and frustration have shaken
But could not crumble
The foundation of my home

Aftershocks remind me of why I chose
To jettison the cross in favor of the X
It isn't mine. I didn't earn it. I chose the better path.

I warned him once. I warned him twice. I left my own Way
To try and recover him
But something inside has grown (in both of us)
My heart, pregnant with the World
His soul, cancerous with the Self

Maybe I over-react. Maybe he under-estimates.
Filthy Truth rides low on his wrist
And only time will tell

-----------------------------------------------------


How do you walk away, after seeing and hearing my same life
And not own your part in it?
Have the better, you earned it.
Accept the worse, it is of you.
Ignorance does not abdicate
Just as blindness does not dim the Sun.
I give you thanks for the good you shared
The good you gave
The good you left behind
Take my thanks and leave.
You may choose not to own up
But I refuse to own up for you


(both written at work, while waiting for my middle schoolers to arrive
May 18, 2005)
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Tarnished Hope rides high on my wrist
Ever After seeming now a distant fantasy
Explosions of sound and frustration have shaken
But could not crumble
The foundation of my home

Aftershocks remind me of why I chose
To jettison the cross in favor of the X
It isn't mine. I didn't earn it. I chose the better path.

I warned him once. I warned him twice. I left my own Way
To try and recover him
But something inside has grown (in both of us)
My heart, pregnant with the World
His soul, cancerous with the Self

Maybe I over-react. Maybe he under-estimates.
Filthy Truth rides low on his wrist
And only time will tell

-----------------------------------------------------


How do you walk away, after seeing and hearing my same life
And not own your part in it?
Have the better, you earned it.
Accept the worse, it is of you.
Ignorance does not abdicate
Just as blindness does not dim the Sun.
I give you thanks for the good you shared
The good you gave
The good you left behind
Take my thanks and leave.
You may choose not to own up
But I refuse to own up for you


(both written at work, while waiting for my middle schoolers to arrive
May 18, 2005)

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