Poem #7: "Teamwork - the World's Essence Over"

Teamwork - the World's Essence Over

It wasn't how sounds of explosions and gunfire
had always racketed the place.
It wasn't how this was mainly a Muslim country, or
how his bald, Hispanic head vividly reflected the sunshine.
Nor was it his immensely muscular body,
the way he kept a charming smile, or
the way his crucifix elegantly danced within the wind on long days.
What stood out was that his thick, black vest and lightweight garb
said "volunteer" as if to embrace the very meaning of the word.

and

It wasn't how high school was always a tough place to be.
It wasn't how she, an Arab, wore a hijab
and he, with his hair everywhere, never hesitated to help.
It wasn't how she always had trouble deciphering the language
and he sometimes found it somewhat tiring.
What stood out was that, through their efforts,
she'd be free soon,
and getting her degree in Biology.

and

It wasn't how, on his funeral day, the clouds that flew by were shaped like Superman,
or that his dreams were shattered before his bullet-ridden body
could ever hit the ground.
It wasn't how he always thought of his friends in a brighter light
or how, when he was little, he once said to his mom,
"I'm gonna be a hero someday."
What stood out is that, through his mind,
he was always a brilliant inspiration
and his light will never fade.

Through all these bright examples,
Teamwork has always been the world's shining light.
Though hope may sometimes shatter amongst the ruins in the cold...
The tears of the good will water the soil.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written June 2012

Poem #6: "Such a Finite Thing"

Such a Finite Thing

have you ever seen something pass by,

crumble and fade into the past

as if only a memory?

have you ever seen something manifest,

then collapse and disappear,

leaving not a trace?

have you ever had times where

5 days are an eternity,

yet 5 years seem 5 minutes?

have you ever found yourself to

stop and stare at silver sunsets,

as if time were such a finite thing?

we treat time as if it were

renewable, although

time is measured, marked, labeled

yet is completely oblivious

as the

future flows and folds, compresses into past

where one moment, we grasp it,

then another, it

wanders 

away

like sand

through our fingertips

as if lost in an abyssal eternity,

as if time were such a finite thing.

what is flow?

in a world where order is chaos

and broken memories litter the uneven ground.

what is flow?

in a world where some things bond

hand-in-hand and suddenly

shatter.

where bits and

pieces fall

apart forever

separated

as if time were such

a finite thing.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2012

Poem #5: "This Night" (Canada Day special)

This Night

On this night, I think
Heaven had opened up its arms.
On this night, I think
Heaven had opened up its arms reluctantly,
showering the land with explosive love and finite colours that
- despite their promises -
would always streak down the sky and fade.

On this night, I think
hearts and souls united.
On this night, I think
hearts and souls intensely united
flying high in streams of joy and luck.
On this night, I think
the only thing that tethered me to my physical body
was a weak gravity that paid no mind to the colourful abstractions above.

This night was the first time
I saw a symphony.
This night was the first time
I saw a symphony of colours
- of briliantly orchestrated compounds of fractured reds and blues,
broken whites and shattered yellows,
amongst a rousing soundtrack of crackling and silence.

This night, I saw true dreams.
True inspirations.
True hopes built on a daunting foundation of entertainment that will never die.
This night, I saw it all.
Dreams.... began to fall.
Inspirations that were volatile may have collapsed and
Heaven... had closed its doors for one more year.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012