Aware

As I lay here and think of how poor and unfair

Distracted of course with the gold in your hair

I feel like ripping this heart from my chest

Knowing you deserve much more than my best

You’re a treasure of sorts worth far more than gold

An ounce of your beauty a price couldn’t be bold

Today; however, fairly but anew

Your face didn’t have that same sparkling hue

And in the brief moment I longed to infinitum est

You ended so curtly not cheery, a test?

I realize quite surely you have grown with me to the cold

And thus with my chance over I no longer behold

With you I figure I’d be good to the last

But I know too much of me for this to be true

And thus I have no right to aghast

You treated me better than any before, if only to cast

 That back, somehow I could show love to you.

an exercise in a 35 second poem

you make me sing

you make me want to dance

you make your freedom ring

you put my heart in trance

you make me smile

you make me laugh

you stay awhile

you are the half

you are the woman for my love

you are my baby

you are a dove

you are my sweetheart forever, maybe

Red

Through clouds of gray and seas of Red

I struggle forth, to bring Me back

Though now indeed with bloodied head

Resound, I shall, to not to lack

My nation, barren in this hushed musk

Summer awakens, ignites the cold

As ahead now draws to black’ning dusk

They strut aforth, timidly bold

They march to attack the preciousness of sound

I cannot have that, not mine be bowed

I shall to not to lack Resound

For of by free and thus endowed

This War of ideology, brought unfortunate this day

Where few are dead and wounded, a life is but a name

This dusty mess hath ruined now the pleasures of my stay

And I, in my still dying self, freely of this (game.

Time marched on through decades of April

Forgotten, scarred, on untouched shelf in this it doth resign

But time Won’t erase the scARS on my brow, or the smirk of victory]

For march I longer earth no more, better, than The line

Nameless

You open your eyes, if just to reveal

All of the hate I cannot conceal

You open your mouth if just to unveil

All of the judgment, I cannot avail

You stand their glorious

Me mocking, “victorious”

You stand there now hurt,

Me mocking, too curt

You laugh though this is not in fun

I stand there as proud to everyone

You are far too nice to this jerk of a me

I thank you dear woman for that you still be

You are so special, precious in deed

So beautiful in and out, its beauty you bleed

I am so often too confident of self

If you thought truly, I’m the dust on your shelf

That menace it smothers the fun things you love

Me, a jerk, of ego— above

I ought to thank God each day that I stay

For, so easily, so clearly you should blow me away

You walk through the halls and I swear you do glow

If only you knew all these feelings I know

Your magnificent nature, much different from mine

Helps me, though faltering, to walk a straight line

You are quite special; I may love you in fact

I’d give you this poem if my confidence intact

I long to see you, to say you’re with me

To be no longer two, but rather one tree

I know that this is not what I deserve

It’s just that I long to love you and serve

To go through this life to make you more glad

To dry all your tears, may you never be sad

Perhaps in my prior, ignorant way

I hid from you everything I dream as I lay

In telling you plans, and dreams that I have

I hope that one day we can do both as halves

That we follow each other, and thusly we lead

To destiny, in love, with alacritous speed

Though stopping at pleasure to give a flower a sniff

Hand in hand we could walk my darling, what if

I realize that this may one day be read,

But please don’t let pity augment my stead

I wish for the chance to love and to learn

But choose for yourself, “what do you yearn”

I’ll be just fine I’m just a romantic

If I’m with you right now, look up, I’m frantic

With this do I close this honest tale

Presenting my love as a raven, in gale

I admire you, and enjoy spending my time,

Expressing my feelings, of you through this rhyme

And so here’s my die, cast in the pot

Last but not least, I like you a lot

There’s my two cents probably covered with soot

But finally, now the shoe’s on your foot

…

Waiting for an answer

Dreaming for hope

Falling to reality

I feel like a dope

Please know that whether a yes or a no

Call on me anytime, the places, we’ll go

You will forever hold a place in my heart

Just know, my dear lady, what a treasure thou art.

Intentions

your smoky eyes glisten in frosted gold light
as it seems you wish that i stay the night
and now as i stand there with jaw clenched tight
i now must make a choice
of one to give in to this ethereal bliss
of one to leave in an angry hiss
or one to lean in and start with a kiss
i cannot make this choice
for as soon as i start and make my motion
just as quick might love impotion
and feelings to flare, i have a notion
i cannot make this choice
her lips now kissing i touch her skin
and for a moment it seems that sin doth win
till her affectious eye turns seductively kin
for now there is no choice
i stand there grinning, wishing to be
back where we were, her with me,
but "men, come"..."shame on thee"
o women what do you want!

Reality Falls

i sit here and long for, but never to drink
i ride on my life rising, to sink
i dream of you i feel, as on the brink
i fall un-tasting of reality
i picture you, wholly, in my minds detailed eye
i wonder, and realize, without you i'd die
i say this, its cheesy, but really, no lie
i fall un-tasting of reality
i yearn to be there, to see your sweet face
i wish to unveil you untangling lace
i then wish to start, to finish the race
i fall, hurt by reality

SAT Essay: Are people better at making observations, discoveries, and decisions if they remain neutral and impartial?

Life, in effect, is just this never-ending baragement of choices and decisions, leadership, though developed only by some, is universal in nature. At some point, it becomes necessary for all men and women, to lead, because all are required to choose, and in this, to lead their life through the carrying out to fruition, these decisions. And Thus, it becomes germane, the task of deciding (yet again) how to decide. (The need for this is very telling of its importance and relevant to the call of leadership afore mentioned). One way of making decisions is in this sort of pseudo pacifism of "neutrality", of externally staying firm in the middle of your decision. The other, contrastingly, is sticking, excruciating at time, by one point, choosing one and standing by it. Both can be useful at different times, but in the everyday and lower-scale situations of our lives, the latter is far more efficient.
Franklin D. Roosevelt, one of the presidents of the United States in 1932-1945, was in a distinct position of authority, though there was fierce opposition at both ends. He frolicked impartially in regards to international affairs, trying to appease the isolationist populous, but the polar ends between internationalism and isolationism cannot be met in the middle. Finally, at the beginning of the 1940s his responses and attempted actions shifted, as he began to side with this interventionist isolationism. Then and only then, could things get done. While often it feels as though staying in the middle makes one liked by all, this is an impossible task. Men will always have others who dislike or hate him, and through a partial and decisive approach these enemies will show up, but as it is said, "keep your friends close and your enemies closer". It is far better to fight on a defensive ground supporting one thing, then to wallow in the hopeless fight for universal gratification.
In smaller situations than the presidency, this practice of partial, and at times stubborn decisiveness, is often seen by the leaders of any group. At school, for instance, group leaders are seen setting the guidelines and sticking with them for their observations and discoveries. They won't take lip, and they are able to stay in power because of their commitment to their idea and the proof they make for their case. They fight a battle, as we all must do, but by knowing their territory and their enemies, they hold all the cards.
Consequently, as we as people make observations, decisions, or, discoveries of any nature, it is crucial, that you abstain from this gray area of the spectrum, that you are blinded to change, but that, you stand, in confident leadership at the head ready to defend, willing, to grow, destined to discover!