"Where are you when your eyes look away,
Is it me your looking at,
or is our past what lets your mind astray",

To me this is poetry of the simplest form,
Step back to the reality of what matters, the Norm.

No this is not a poet recreating his past,
I'm a person, just like you trying to understand the vast,

Vast majority of people who hurt animals and others,
who cant stand together even if the few are brothers.

Calling all Angels, a titled song that doesn't need to be sang,
like a wild call for help, or how the earth feels, like you feel, that one faithful day that telephone rang.

Your eyes got wide, and you shot out of bed,
without any energy tears started to shed.

She was so important to you, and it was too late to see,
what my grandmother did and what she meant to me.

Never speaking of her, only when brought up at times,
I start to cry, because she was supposed to meet the girl thats heart beats with mine.

If my fiance could of met her, they'd be best friends,
to her grave only once, since that reckless end.

No other lady commanded more respect than my grandmother that year,
and nobody walked that path into Heaven like she did without any fear.

My last words to her were goodbye, and I told her I had to go get my paycheck,
She joked "pick me up one too", as to act like there was no regret.

She knew her time was short, and her heart was full of memories to live by,
She knew we'd miss her so, and this wasn't the last time we'd see her and say goodbye.

A couple years ago, my head wasn't on right,
I never sat in my grandparents chair I was given, though not out of fright.

I Sat in it until I moved away and never had a space for it,
Usually wounded up putting it in corners of rooms, like today in my apt the spare room, where it sits.

Though that day a couple years ago something hit me strong,
my ex wasn't being fair, and i knew something was wrong,

I didn't let it bother me, but I sat down in that chair,
something I haven't done in about a year.

I laid my head back and started to fall asleep,
Which wasn't usual because it was only 6pm and I was hungry and wanted to eat.

Though something that evening was familiar and I swear this is no lie.
I smelt my grandmas scent that night, and I felt her hug me and I started to cry.

Like she was there telling me that I would suffer no more with what was going on and I'd be able to move onto a better life,
and now I've taken her guidance and my mothers and I'll soon be married to my new wife.

My beautiful finance that I treasure more than life itself,
and how I hope we live happy and long, and with great health.

I've written about my past and her so many times,
and given thought to every single one of these rhymes,

Either the coffee in the morning, or the times I write at night,
and how no matter what, she can look at me and her eyes will twinkle off of some kind of light.

How her smile makes me glow and I'll show everyone around,
how just thinking about her makes my broken ankle painless as this air cast holds my leg down.

I could write forever on that, and why I'd take the last 5 years of my life and suffer again,
knowing that id end up happy like I am right now and at the end.

If this is how it will stay,
and it'll never ever go away.

Smiles that become tears, and leave a picture in my mind,
about a place you can enjoy, every time you need to re-wind.

All of the pain in this world, I wish I could end it all.
Paint the picture that everybody needs to see that we are all creating this long dark hall.

A hall where memories like above will end for civilization,
and money wont mean anything the earth needs rehabilitation.

Animals need to be left alone, no need to make them suffer for our cause of re-treat,
Our cause that makes no sense because everybody believes in something else and it'll just wind up in defeat.

Shouldn't be saying "I don't want kids" because they shouldn't have to grow up in this world today,
Though I wonder what people would think, if the Earth could show you a picture of itself like and (X-ray).

The many battles that were fought and now the million more fought between everybody in everyday life,
How a father is upset with his job so he'll beat on his kids or wife.

How a troubled teen will get pregnant for attention and drop out of school,
How everybody will look at her and think she's a fool,

How nobody will know what her home life is like,
how she feels no love, as her family tells her to take a hike.

How unless you make minimum wage and work part time,
health insurance isn't affordable so we grieve and we wine.

Because I make a dollar more than that and the bills are just too high,
because I was playing softball and broke my ankle and haven't been at a job 90 days so I sit here and ask why.

Why something so simple takes a government to pass,
what the people who live on this earth want with mass.

How helping people became work, and therefore helping one another stopped,
Why it takes a 1 year to help victims of a hurricane and 4 years to help "other hurricane victims" as to say you forgot.

Why we need a so called "ruler" of our country, when they aren't going to listen to what we want no matter who gets voted in,
So many varieties of people, we need to help one another, who cares who's going to win.

One person with one set of beliefs isn't going to make our country a better place.
4-8 years in a seat where one year from another ruler it'll all just be erased.

The last 10 years is proof of that and times wasting away,
we've gotten carried away with political matters that should have never been in play.

Start over America realizing what means the most to you when you wake up.
What happens when you go to sleep at night, and where your minds are when you take that last sip from your cup.

Life will end for you as well, and simple things will set you back in time.
A broken ankle will heal, though broken hearts wont mend or mind.

We'll repeat history and all learn from mistakes,
Though something tragic already has happened, why wait for another heartache.

Forget politics and what matters to people outside your home,
unless helping out friends and neighbors and animals is what they condone.

So my phone rings and it's my future mother in-law reminding me of dinner
another family I love dearly another chest of memories that I keep forever.

That didn't rhyme like as did the rest,
and you may take that like a teacher, as if this was a test.

But the title says it all, sporadic thoughts of thats last hour,
about the memories in my head, and how I type out what makes me sour.

Something new to look at, long an annoying for some,
but for me it's another part of me and now my completed thought is written out and done.

Take what you can of it and learn with ease,
maybe tell me what you think, with a gentle breeze.

If you know what that feels like, then you know how I'm feeling right now,
calm and less dramatic, from the beginning of this wheel.

That was spinning so fast and out of control,
and has now stopped so you can stop reading, stand up from your chair, click to another poem, or web page and go.

I've said what I need to for now, I'm sure I'll say more eventually,
for now, do something that makes somebody smile and continue to live your life beautifully.

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