Roses and Weeds

No matter how many words
I have at my disposal
Or how elegantly I use them
They do me no good in the quest
To reclaim the promising flower
Which had the potential to mature
But deviated into the dense shrubbery
Of mistrust and confusion
As much as I have a fierce yen
To salvage the flower
To a greater extent, I wonder
Whether the flower is maturing in the shrubbery
Only to reveal a hardened foundation
Or simply wants to live among the shrubs?

Piece of the Pie

Reach in the sky
Where is my piece of the pie?
As I search for the blinding gleam
Of the elusive American dream
I am lodged in the depths of poverty
Stagnant progress and barren property
The lies being told leave us in the cold
Shivering violently, seeking a blanket
To warm you up from the bitter cold of reality
Where is my piece of the pie?
Consumed by my avaricious fellow-citizens
Leaving me aching with hunger, starving endlessly
With the millions of others who share my plight
No other viable alternatives in sight
We must portray the Tippin's man
To prevent the hunger of generations
That Old Man Sam forces upon us

Another year commences with fresh looks
The air reeks of another forty weeks
Mounds of paper and freeweights for books
Anxiety walks beside me, pinching at my cheeks
Lost and bewildered in a scholastic maze
Boredom is my friend, and frustration dwells in my face
My view of this place is littered with haze
I have come so far and ready to quit the Amazing Race
But I have persevered to this point, not to quit quickly
So I journey through the maze, a depressing exhibition
Enraged because I carry the hopes of millions with me
Brutally tortured by my repressed intuition
The sunny days of education are now clouded by haze
Down the road, I long to reach, the end of these school daze

Quantum Leap

when I watched fireworks
from these very worn, grey steps nine years ago
the world as i have come to know it
was still embryonic and calm
and my paternal influence
had not yet carried the cross
into the land in which flesh cannot enter
the illumination of the fireworks lit a path to my father's arms
my heart and soul was harnessed in this hug
as if it were to be the last exchange of affection
the days grew shorter, his life did the same
good friday had arrived, and he carried this cross
a mysterious medical malady
into the eternal sunset
i could shoulder this as simon once did
the time had come for 8 years of consistency
to transform into a lifetime of void
i have suspended myself in the good times
as to prevent flashbulb memory from setting in
i am still sitting on the steps
watching the fireworks from the freeway

All

You're all I ever knew
And they want to snatch you
Ripping the concrete from ground
Instability is abound
Man has damaged a strong rapport
With scathing and unwanted retort
Threats are thrown, talk negatively
No knowing the situation's sensitivity
There is no sense of ownership to hold
Relatives push your livelihood in the cold
All the thing done are never enough
Everything you strive for has been muffed
Sickening situation, but it's the status quo
Why there's interference, the world will never know