my best friend

The Distance less traveled is a road of shattered dreamsThe pain and sorrows left behind are backward flowing streamsYou go through life imagining all the things you wantBut before you understand them all they'll do is hauntI been alive for many years I watched them come and goAnd here I sit again my friend not having any to holdSo take my word I mean you well embrace your life right nowFor right before your weary eyes, you'll wonder when and how.I made mistakes throughout my life; I've tried to make them rightBut each and every time I try I end up here at nightI can't explain the way things work I just know that they areDon't look too much ahead of you; you may just look too farLove is another option; you'll have throughout your lifeBut always keep in mind my friend; it can hurt much like a knifeIt can wake you every morning, or put you in your graveEveryone must take that fall, just stand there and be braveAt some point in your life, you'll find a special friendOne that disregards your flaws and loves you till the endDon't confuse the love you feel it's different than beforeHold on tight to what it is, letting go will make you poorA best friend in my eyes is much more than friendIts understanding, loyalty, dedication to the endIts long car rides, swings and slides, its ice cream late at nightIt's sharing thoughts, and frozen drinks, it's that petty little fightMy friend I share these feelings to let you know I careI'd never turn my back on you, not even on a dareSo understand this one last thing before I say goodbyeI made this poem just for you, my best friend till I die'-Richard A Draper

Departure......

So long old friend, It has been fun But my work here is done. To watch you grow And get to know The man you have become. Wherever you walk And whenever you talk Part of me is there. And wherever I go You too should know That a part of you I share. The part of you that made me laugh Through all the memories we have. The things that made us mad The pain that made us cry Yet, alas, old friend It is my time to die. Now, we part in separate ways And with others spend our latter days. Still in your wealthy memory Let others see that part of me; The part of me you'll always have, The part of me that made you laugh. Fate has made us one somehow, It is she who separates us now. In time you'll see, much of you is me Our friendship thus was true And before I go, the world will know How much of me is you.-Nathaniel P. Fetzko

The little boy

Who will cry for the little boy
Lost and all alone
Who will cry for the little boy
Abandoned without his own
Who will cry for the little boy
He cried himself to sleep
Who will cry for the little boy
Who never had for keeps
Who will cry for the little boy
Who walked the burning sand
Who will cry for the little boy
The boy inside the man
Who will cry for the little boy
Who knew well hurt and pain
Who will cry for the little boy
Who died and died again
Who will cry for the little boy
A good boy he tried to be
Who will cry for the little boy
Who cries inside of me.
-Antwone Fisher

anyway.....

People are often unreasonable and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind people may accuse you of alterior motives.
Be kind anyway.
If you are honest people may cheat you.
Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness people may be jealous
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tommorow.
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough.
Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end it is between you and GOD
It was never between you and them.
....anyway.

The passing cloud

When life first saw the sky
With that very first blink
The mind began to soak the sights
ANd lead the soul to think
With eagerness it questioned
Will this life always be filled with joy?
For the heart lures the mind with unknown feelings
Warping the mind of a little boy
The young question the feelings
Which in the heart are so real and true
And are challenged by the conviction
That those feelings are wrong and askew
Was I to love that soul in life
In a cold platonic way?
For how can I allow myself to love
When the heart has turned astray
With a passion in my heart to love
And the feeling of a cold blue flame.
I am banished to a life of loneliness
dragging a spirit of guilt and shame
Will I live to see the smile
In my baby's newborn eyes?
Or was I just a dark cloud passing for a while
Amongst beautiful blue skies
-Ruben Mishael Herrera (6/17/06)

The martyred soul

The brightness of the night seems to challenge the light of the spirit within. It taunts the perception of truth, and trust. Life has now been constantly confronted by those whose heart entrusted its rhythm. The trusting heart in its absence of malice and naiveness placed itself upon those that were to protect and comfront its ailing soul. Like a fortified city under siege, do did the heart feel when that soul mate that swore allegiance, ripped apart the bond and opened the gates that allowed hurt and pain and all weaknesses, frailities, and secrets which had been sealed with silence were now placed on public display, as if they no longer belonged but were under the control of someone else. Your life and its purpose thereon are washed away, soiled and stepped on by uncaring steps. What was held on to as a stronghold has shown its weakness and allowed the soul, the spirit, life itself, to bleed incessantly. Can a soul remain with so much of another's heart? The pain inflicted shatters the concept of right and wrong, of love and truth. Trust falls to be as abstract and empty as the mere words that were once used to woo our heart into believing that hurt, pain, love, and joy could never be fused by someone and be used to tear our very essence into pieces. The heart in unison with the love we feel are marred and left upon the altar to decay in a slow process of deception and disappointment. The heart, in it's own resilient spirit, although crushed, regains its strength and allows love to once again flourish within it. In a cautious but defiant spirit stand up to those who dared to hurt and taunt their very existence. In an echoing and thunderous whisper they exclaim that defeat exists in the body but not the soul and spirit of the martyred one. -Ruben Mishael Herrera (5/12/06)

The forgiveness of LIFE

Can LIFE forgive me? Can LIFE forgive its due? For I have come as if with an ax in hand and a conscience so untrue. Striking down all that is beautiful, serene and pure. And with a gash of desire tear the foundation and called upon the SKY for a cure. The SKY cannot grant that which I have asked. My lucid eyes have stared and dared not to be masked. The shiver, the heart and the sweat emanate the putrid desire I loathe. How can forgiveness be felt if what I most despise within me grows. But LIFE is larger than any feeling in my dark, infested mind. Vowed it has to peer and search the innocence to find. LIFE cannot continue its relentless pursuit to search and attain. If from its beacon's light I hide and my selfishness reclaim. Within my soul, a matchlike flame flickers and ceases not to hide. LIFE existed there before the malice of my thoughts anchored it's claws and in my mind reside. Lust in its attempt to poisonly corrode every single thought that in my mind remains. Ignores that LIFE's love, darkness in its grasp, cannot contain.-Ruben Mishael Herrera (5/8/06)

My love, my heart, my darling you.

I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart. I am never without it. Anywhere I go, you go, my dear. And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling. I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet. I want no world for, beautiful, you are my world, my true. Here is the deepest secret no one knows. Here is the root of the root, and the bud of the bud, and the sky of the sky of a tree called life, which grows higher than the soul can cope or mind can hide. It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in MY heart.

I love you.....my best friend

I never meant to love you. It happened quite by chance I wanted just to be your friend not to share a new romance. But something happened suddenly before my heart could know. I came to see a side of you that caused my love to grow. The tender way you've touched me, I pray will never end. A miracle of circumstance my love, you are my best friend.

Time as seen by me

TIme has shown me that I cannot possibly comprehend what love between two people that share a life, a dream, a desire, really is. In my life I have outstretched my arms to grasp what vague idea I had of love. The kind of love that makes your thoughts askew. The kind of love that sets the difference between a song and a whisper. A word and a sonnet, a dream and a desire. Time is seen as a thief that robs our youth and all that we wished we had done. To me time has orquestrated a matrix of people and places all being a part of a master plan to finally find the person that writers, poets, composers, and lovers are inspired by. Today is the day that my soul, my life, my dreams, my wishes, my very essence stands before me. Today I have time itself to capture the beauty of my life, they beauty of my love, Today I have you. -Ruben Mishael Herrera (4/8/06)

Friendship

Each of us has a hidden place somewhere deep within ourselves. A place where we go to get away, to think things through, to be alone, to be ourselves. This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings becomes a storehouse of all our hopes, all our needs, all our dreams, and even our unspoken fears. It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be. But now and then, wether by chance or design, someone discovers a way into this place we thought was ours alone. We allow that person to see, to feel and to share all the reason, all the uncertainty and all the emotion we stored up there. That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm, then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place, where a bit of himself will stay forever. And we call that person a friend. -Carol Elaine Faivre-Scott