Imagine as God,

You know beforehand

The errors

Made by mankind;

You can see

The end of their days

You do not need to take any surveys,

So to you, anything man does is no mystery.

Your people,

Swaying in their ways,

Lacking in faith,

And in such a hurry

Chasing money

To make claims on

Materialistic possessions,

So as to substitute

The Lord’s intentions:

You knew that to worship anything but the Lord

Was a sin.

Accordingly,

You see your people

In so much despair,

Lacking in direction

No longer having inspiration,

Yet knowing that

Even as God;

You could not

Step in.

This was fitting

Because a promise had been made

By your begotten son.

He promised them freedom

Regardless of their wrong.

Imagine as God,

Seeing your people’s null and void

Along with their insecurities;

Wishing that if you could

Just one time step in;

Knowing that they would

Enjoy life and see all its rewards,

And they would

Be at ease knowing there was a hereafter

With so much more to offer,

That their visit on Earth could never compare.

Nonetheless, even upon seeing

That all their empty

You could fulfill,

You could not step in

And intervene.

Knowing that although

You could make them complete

Like they were before,

When they were first born,

You did not forget though

That the promises made

By your son was now

Your biggest obstacle

As it forced restraint

In affording you the option

Of stepping in

Even if it meant to

You could save

Your own children.

Imagine as God,

The frustration you would feel,

The loss of control that you would experience;

By knowing that,

You could not interrupt

Mankind’s affairs.

This could not even compare

To being a parent,

Because unlike a parent,

This Father

Could not step in,

Even to end the dismay

And despair,

His children were at bay with.

Regardless of the

Conditions

Your children were in,

You could not dishonor

Your son’s agreement

By stepping in.

Donny C Davied

2003 ©

A bad day for everyone

With decades of politics

That ended up in dismay

No one could ever say

There was a worse day,

Not even, “Pearl Harbor Day.”

All the people that made this day

By giving out sacrifices

On that atrocious day,

We will never forget them

For what they did

And what this meant

To us all.

We will always give them

The same merit

As we would give soldiers

That died

While defending our country.

We will forever keep

Their actions sacred.

Put them all

In the “Hall of Fame.”

Their sacrifices resulted in death;

We will never forget what they did.

They will always be missed,

Get full credit

By not just us

But by all other Vets;

As well as by the rest

Of the world.

We will equally honor

The brave actions

That were taken

By any and all

On September eleven.

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That can never

Have a sequel

Unless the topic material

Includes the news

Of the capture or death

Of Osama Bin Laden;

All of the Al-Qaida cells,

And any other terrorists

That are still among the living.

This is a verse

That hopefully

Will have no purpose

To be re-written.

We cannot afford

A repeat in this history lesson.

All were heroes

On September eleven

And for what they did

They will certainly make it to heaven.

This book is dedicated

To the family and friends

Of the deceased ones,

To the citizens,

The private and public sector

Who all showed

How much they cared

By what they did

And what they gave up.

We can only guess

How much they will all be missed

And how much

The family and loved ones wishes

That they could just

Be there on that day,

One more time,

To fee their touch;

To look into their eyes

And tell them good-bye

And how much they matter;

To be able to say

That before they died,

They did indeed

Give someone else

One last breath

So they could live.

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What was to become

Nor see any of the signs

Remain a mystery to me.

How could one not know

Their own minds

Is puzzling to me.

Especially, for people like

You and me.

There was a time before

When I saw you

My face lit up and glowed

But when I didn't see you

I missed you an awful lot.

We had fun

Back then

Even without talks.

Now though,

Everything is falling apart,

As we both have put

Back up our guards

And a forever key

Around our hearts.

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Hear the plants scream

Look at the grass.

Hear the trees cry

As mankind scoffs and laughs

As if,

He had nothing to do with this.

Bitter—surrender,

Feel a tree’s death

By looking at its lines

Where it starts and where it ends.

Watch the leaves fall

Not just in spring or autumn,

But more often

Like all four seasons.

A bittersweet kiss and say goodbye

As

A weed’s tears

After endless years

Wonders why

If others are still around

For Mother Nature,

Then why am I

No longer to be found?

A new twist:

Mother Nature is not forgiving.

Indeed, no more rest areas

Will we need.

Not fond memories

Will this twist bring.

The grass’s fierce heat,

The forest parks dream

Now turns into a towering inferno!

Without a warning,

And unfortunate,

That mankind’s reckless,

Lack of care Behavior,

Still persists he can outrun Mother Nature.

Sit or stand

And observe this fool’s plan

For he will, before long

Bring bedlam and ruin

As he brings down

His own town.

Soon you will observe

Mankind’s path

Causes worse damage than

Just forest fires

In actual fact,

From mankind’s blunder

There will be worse times

Before we all go under.

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Because if you do

I’ll tell you something,

But secrecy

Has to be a guarantee

From you to me.

People from everywhere

Once I start talking

Think I am crazy

And once I get done

With my story

They offer me water

And some of their meds.

I suppose they think

I’ve got a screw loose inside my head

Or perhaps short a few marbles;

That, I admit is probable.

But see,

I’ve tested my theory

From the mountains

To the sea

I have interviewed thousands

In all walks of life

I have taken polls

I even did a survey on my wife;

This, she took rather personally.

But let us not get off track.

Have you heard of karma?

Do you think it exits?

People I have talked to

Insists that it persists,

Yet how could karma take place

If destiny is at stake?

If some event is meant to happen

To certain people,

Then the man upstairs

Made a mistake.

Is it possible to achieve greatness

Whoever you are?

And what of the less fortunate,

The ill and the scarred?

Does richness or poorness

Trump others cards?

Accordingly what are the odds

For the dark skin toned individuals?

Are they to make it

Or be all alone?

Do you think success is measured

By what we accomplish on this planet

Or by what we endure?

What if we get what we want

By taking advantage?

Do we take this into account

As mounting evidence

When our life spans

Comes to end;

Further, will this be a factor

Between heaven and hell?

Perhaps success is over rated

Here on earth

And instead our Lord intended

Us to look at the big picture,

Because what we give we get

In the end

We get what we deserve.

Donny C Davied

2003 ©

And stripped from their prime

Is a curse I have endured for too long

And a weight I have carried one too many times.

Since thus far,

I am of the youngest siblings still alive,

And this occurrence

Has continued to slip by

Without anyone’s notice

One too many times;

But then again

One is too many. Even recollections

Of such events

Stay up with me sunrise to sunset;

While the little sleeps that I do get,

Dreams of loss and death:

Two separate dealings

Consume me,

Thus never am I allowed to forget

Of this nightly dread.

Perchance, once I am rid

Of all my regrets

I will be permitted again

To join the land

Of the living and

Leave the thoughts of the dead. Until then I push away all,

That chooses to pass my path

Because I feel that

Anyone that is around me,

Close enough to touch me

They too will not be around.Only those that share this experience

Can I speak to,

And only those

Who can relate to

Such frequencies

Will appreciate and concur

With the feelings that transpire

Through the living

When they are left to pick up the pieces,

Or when a loved one leaves us.How one leaves us is not important.

The remorse will take on a life of its own.

And the grief stages; well, there is no norm.

Nor is there an owner’s manual

For matters such as this;

This is not an illness awaiting a cure.

So for the people who wish to exonerate

Themselves from these toxic thoughts

It is difficult if they do not how…

How to handle the grief, how to stay on top

When the news of a loved one’s passing

Has just reached;

How to handle one’s feelings

When the event of losing a loved one

Another way

Has just been experienced.In any and all cases where

The torn of a loved one has departed

Or gone in some other way,

The question of today becomes

How they will be able to mourn

And will prayer do any good?Some of us are weak,

Some are tired,

Some of us are strong,

While others are wired

Probably because

They have others to look after;

Yet all reactions belong.

I, myself, after seeing

Too many deaths, and

Having too many people

Lean on me,

Have grown tired and weary

Of these

Responsibilities, that no longer

Can I take on.