It’s better to remember
old memories than to
make new enemies.
Memories made play
a big role in creating
words worth saying.
In this life, we must
look back at the past
before realizing life
moves all too fast.
Nothing is forever
except the feelings
you left me. Memories
made are memories
saved. My brain
doesn’t mind taking
time to remember
what others don’t.
Memories made are
set in stone placed
outside this dome
I get to call home.
I am at war with myself.
The war zone is in my brain.
Enemies hide in trenches
with all their henchmen.
I can’t stand the battle
that consistently rattles
my head. The war proceeds
without any help from me.
This is a war I can’t see.
Who will win? Will it matter
when all is gone – destroyed?
Will I be able to rebuild?
I hope I can send my troops
home – far from a war zone.
He who fights does what’s right.
He who weeps loses sleep.
He who sleeps loses sight.
He who fights makes it right.
He who runs avoids the sun.
He who sits understands himself.
He who cries ends up wise.
He who lies loses size.
He who travels seldom unravel.
He who loves notices doves.
He who seeks isn’t weak.
He who helps needs help himself.
He is lost but knows what’s right.
He is searching all day and night.
He is learning to narrow his sight.
He is turning darkness to light.
He has fought with nothing lost
to become a warrior in his battle.
He was trained to win his fight –
to beat enemies who appear in life.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 