• A Look at Life – Reflecting on My Life Now

    9/3/07(1) – Who I am


    Who am I?
    Who I am,
    Why am I?
    Why I am,
    What am I?
    What I am.

    What are we,
    But what we are,
    An image of our world,
    A reflection of the things around us,
    A mirror of time itself.

    What we know,
    Makes who we are,
    And influences what we do,
    Which in turn,
    Shows where we’ve been.

    Who am I?
    I am a thinker,
    A philosopher and a believer,
    A writer and a reader,
    I am a poet,
    An artist and a protégé of life,
    And an ever-learning student of the world,
    I am a friend,
    A brother,
    A son and a lover,
    But I am more,
    Listen,
    And heed my story,
    As it echoes,
    Hopefully forever…

    Family


    Who is someone,
    But where they have come from,
    And where they’ve been,
    And what they’ve seen,
    And how it has affected.

    But I am more,
    I delve deeper within myself,
    To see what I believe,
    And how life has affected my greater need,
    For I know it well,
    And it is harder for me,
    To focus on one thing,
    At one time singularly,
    Which affects how I,
    Do what I do in life.

    My family has changed much,
    As often families do,
    But it no longer is the stalwart tree,
    Where I laid my head apon its roots,
    Someone has taken an axe to it,
    And whittled it down to size,
    To ghastly flutes,
    That whisper songs,
    Of hatred and despise.

    Their horrid tunes,
    Create distrust,
    And harbor miscreant lies,
    That tear the family limb from limb,
    And silence muted cries.

    But it wasn’t always,
    So hopeless nay,
    Until 5 years past t’was not,
    We were a happy family,
    For the most part,
    And content.

    We loved each other,
    And still we may,
    But it was better in the past,
    When everything was whole,
    And all stood well intact.

    Now back in school,
    I rely on my other family,
    For support and comfort,
    And a sense of unity,
    And a sense of harmony,
    That keeps my mind bright,
    With song and melody.

    It’s sad that this,
    Must be a part of me,
    But unfortunately it is,
    Although it serves as a lesson,
    Never to follow in their footsteps,
    The footsteps of my parents,
    Who have broken all ties…

    The Art of the Mind and Heart


    I am an artist,
    In my own way shape and form,
    I draw not on canvas but on the minds,
    And weave melodies through the ears,
    Of my listeners and readers,
    All the while entertaining them,
    With my very own ideas and interpretations,
    Of my emotions and beliefs.

    I weave my melodies in tune,
    With my emotions,
    So that my very thoughts,
    Can be conveyed expressly to those,
    Who can properly interpret,
    What floats,
    From my mind to my fingers,
    And from my fingers to the keys,
    And from the keys to their ears,
    And from their ears to their mind,
    And if I'm lucky,
    To their hearts with resonating force.

    And my words,
    Run across the page in ink,
    Forming pictures and thoughts,
    That make my readers think,
    And show them why,
    I am who I am.

    And why I am elated,
    When I find someone,
    Who understands what I say,
    For they are few and far,
    And there are far many more,
    That never will…

    She Who Holds My Heart


    She who holds my heart,
    Holds my mind as well,
    And knows me better,
    Than I know myself,
    She understands me,
    And keeps me whole,
    And remember who I am.

    When I talk to her,
    I feel like flying,
    And when I miss her,
    I feel like crying,
    She is my heart and soul,
    And makes my world,
    Just a little brighter,
    But when she’s gone,
    My world plunges,
    Into an empty darkness,
    Of drudgery and despair.

    But when she’s near,
    Oh how the world does sing!
    The sun seems a bit brighter,
    The birds seem a bit louder,
    And the world as a whole seems a bit happier.

    She provides for me,
    What no one else can,
    A sense of happiness,
    That nothing can duplicate,
    And a sense of mutual love,
    That nothing may ever replace,
    And for that and other things,
    I love her deeply,
    And cherish our relationship,
    To depths of my heart and mind.

    Who I am (Closing Comments)


    After reading this,
    You now have a knowledge,
    That few have amassed,
    On a subject so diverse,
    And hard to understand,
    That few have even bothered,
    Why not I don’t know,
    But perhaps,
    Just perhaps,
    They did not care to learn,
    What they did not believe necessary,
    As many have,
    And did just fine without.

    But now you know,
    Who I am,
    And why I act the way I do,
    And part of what I have been through,
    How that makes who I am.

    That I am the lover,
    The brother,
    The son and the friend,
    One who finds the connection,
    That may not even be there,
    The one that is loyal to those close,
    And polite to everyone else.

    I am an artist,
    A musician and a writer,
    I am a poet and a philosopher,
    A thinker, a believer, and a someone,
    I am who I am and no one else.

    I am [name omitten],
    I am [name omitted],
    But most importantly.
    I am ME…

    (names have been ommited for privacy of author and those he writes about)