Poem of the Day: Seasons

SEASONS

Fresh fallen snow upon a cold hard ground,

Purity and peace sensed all around.

The dark gray sky filled with deep snow clouds,

The mountain hill spotted with scattered crowds.

Winter cleans the air with pride,

Clean white snow in the country side.

The air filled with music, everything new,

Fluffy white clouds against the sky light blue.

The red breasted Robin high in a tree,

The black and the yellow a honey bee.

Animals born in a fresh new land,

We’ll work together hand in hand.

The soft spring breeze blows away,

Summer comes, a long hard day.

Hot and heavy the days go by,

No one hears or answers the cry.

The soft green grass, a cool blue beach,

We hide our hearts where none can reach.

Fall winds blow, the leaves fall down,

Our smiles crack, away with the frown.

Holidays coming, cruel words gone,

Our love grows stronger a brand new dawn.

Seasons change four times a year,

The future grows dim, a hidden fear.

Winter is peace and caring for,

Summer is long a cold hard war.

Autumn and Spring a new beginning,

Away with hate, cruelty, and sinning.

The beauty of nature obvious and great,

The beauty within, a hidden trait.

A few kind words, a hello, a good-bye,

Comfort the child when he should cry.

A bright clean smile to brighten ones day,

Think of others when you should pray.

Hidden beauty so glorious and great,

Find it within before it’s too late.

Immortal Part 6

            I reached out and took his hand and gave it a squeeze. We had been friends, of a sort, for the entirety of our lives and it saddened me to think that he had totally lost his mind, “Emryl,” I started gently. “You need help.”

            He pulled away from me and I could tell that the fact that I wasn’t buying into his story bothered him. And I didn’t believe him. Not a word of it. And I wasn’t sure how to help him either. I sat back in the booth and stared at him for a little while and he stared at me.

            “The guy who made the website,” Emryl mused, “Disappeared. I think he figured it out too. I’m sure there’s lots of people over the course of history that have figured it out. Do you know why we never hear about it though? They all disappear. And the ones that do figure it out, when they try to share it with the people they love and trust… or maybe even just anybody… they’re dismissed. They get told that they’re crazy and that they’ve lost it because… monsters are pretend and make believe and it goes against the general consensus of what we’ve been taught. Of what we believe. The lie we live every day. We want the safety and security of thinking we know what’s going on.

            The funny thing about truth, Syd, its still truth whether you believe in or not.”

            “Okay,” I said carefully, “Let’s, for the sake of argument, say I do believe you. What do you want me to do about it?” Then I considered for a moment, “What are you going to do about it?”

            Now Emryl looked like he was going to throw up. He licked his lips nervously and shrugged, “It was a blog… this website I found. And the guy talked about his theories and opinions every day. He started talking about seeing things… people following him… feeling this eerie feeling… being paranoid… and then his blog just stopped about oh… four or five years ago. Just stopped.”

            “If… if monsters had taken him, Emryl… why wouldn’t they get rid of the website? Delete it off the internet? It doesn’t make sense! He probably just got bored or he grew up and got a real job. Maybe he got married and…”

            “He disappeared,” Emryl insisted. “His name was Zachary Payton. He was a forty two year old professor of history at the University of Ohio. He disappeared one night. They ran stories in the newspaper. He’s on a missing person’s website in Ohio and also on a federal database. I know because I looked it up.  I don’t know all of the answers, Syd. I don’t know why they wouldn’t take the website down. Maybe they want people to find it. Maybe they want to weed out humans that would take the time and effort to find out the truth. Maybe they do it to destroy them so that the truth doesn’t get spread. I don’t know! It’s not like I’ve talked to them or anything. I just believe that they’re out there and I think they’re trying to get me!”

            “Monsters? Chasing after you in broad day light because you solved some math equation and read a blog about monsters.” I said dubiously. “Emryl… are you listening to this? Do you hear how utterly insane you sound right now?

            For a long time he didn’t say anything. He picked up the spoon from the table and started stirring his coffee. I can’t say for sure how long he stirred his coffee before I finally reached out and took his hand. “Tell me what’s really going on, Emryl. It can’t really be about this…”

            “I kind of hoped you would believe me,” he mumbled sadly. “I should have known. Look, just forget it. Maybe you’re right.”

            He refused to say anything more to me. I finished off another cup of coffee as he continued to stir his original one before I told him if we headed out now, I could make it to my second class, and he could make it to his class, or whatever, as well. He nodded despondently and stood up, throwing a five dollar bill on the table.

            It was awkward after that. I had hurt his feelings and I knew it because he didn’t pick up my bag for me and carry it. Not that I minded carrying my own bag, it was just way out of character for Emryl. He also didn’t say anything to me for the entire walk. He wasn’t displaying the same paranoia he had earlier, at least not obviously, but he kept his eyes on the sidewalk, ignoring me.

            “Well,” I said when we arrived at my building, “I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

            Emryl shrugged, hardly slowing down and walked right by me. He didn’t even say good-bye or “talk to you later,” or any of his normal farewells. I felt a little bit bad, I really hated to think that I had made things worse for him, but really? Monsters?

            I had a hard time paying attention to my professor as he droned on about the treble clef. This was my music theory course and normally I really enjoyed it. I like to sing and I had been playing the piano since I was five. Anything to help me succeed as an actress was welcome. But my mind, I had to admit was on Emryl. I would have to apologize to him for making him feel bad. By the time my class ended I had decided that asking him to show me the website might help make amends.

            Since we had started college, Emryl was there waiting for me when each of my classes ended. When he wasn’t leaning against the building flipping through a book like he usually was, I was a little bit taken aback. I almost didn’t know how to respond. Hadn’t I just this morning reminded myself how annoying I thought he was and I fantasized about how nice it would be if I had a little space from him. People were getting the wrong idea. But he wasn’t there and I’ll admit, I was disappointed.

            What did I expect though? I had been extremely rude and I had hurt his feelings too. Since Emryl didn’t bother to show up after my second class, I didn’t figure he wouldn’t show up after my third class. I was distracted and bothered during my classes. I wasn’t really paying attention to the lessons being taught and I wasn’t even paying enough attention to write down the homework assignments. I kept playing the events that had occurred earlier, over and over in my mind. Then I would get irritated with myself for being bothered by the whole ordeal. Emryl was obviously on the verge of insanity and why was I feeling even a shred of guilt over my reaction? I couldn’t understand it, but for whatever reason, the more I hashed it out, the more I found that I did feel a little bit guilty and remorseful for how I had treated him.

            I made the assumption that he would be waiting for me after my last class of the day. Why wouldn’t he be? Emryl wouldn’t be that petty and unforgiving, would he? But as I stepped out onto the sidewalk, blinking in the sunlight of the afternoon I looked for Emryl in his usual place and he wasn’t there.  I can’t deny it, my instinct wasn’t to be angry, my mind instantly went to the word that I had been thinking of all day long, even though I tried my hardest to dismiss it, tuck it away, ignore it; Monsters.

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The Mother’s Touch

Although we’re not perfect she’s always there,

We make mistakes she’s there to care.

We give up she never will,

We break something she pays the bill.

Her eyes are blue,

she is virtuous and true,

She never stops loving or stops the praise,

She is doing her best to try and raise,

the best kids she can.

Although we disappoint sometimes,

she is there with open hands,

She spoils us rotten and shows her smile,

she offers to help when homework’s a pile.

She tries to teach us right from wrong,

The task is often hard and long.

Her only weapons are love and strength,

to teach us the time will be a long length.

She tries and tries,

when we fail she cries

We try to do good in all that we do

 if only to our mothers be true.

She tries so hard and gives so much

it’s what she does.  It’s the mothers touch.

Immortal Part 5

“You promise?”

            I nodded but didn’t say anything, just to prove I was serious.

            “My research,” Emryl whispered leaning in a bit closer to me after a minute or two of silence. He had obviously decided that I would keep my word about not interjecting my opinion until he was through, “over the years led me to a whole bunch of weird stuff. Some of it, I’ll admit, was laughable. But some of it was rather interesting. Some of it is really scary and some of it is truly amazing and remarkable.

            Two years ago I found this website. At first it seemed like all the normal stuff you see on most websites about this kind of thing.”

            “You mean about monsters.”

            He glared icily at me and sat back into his seat and folded his arms, “You promised.”

            “I’m sorry,” I said sincerely and I reached out and grabbed his hand, “I’m sorry,” I said again.

            The waitress brought us our coffee and cups of ice water and I was almost done with my coffee before Emryl forgave me enough to continue.

            “But there was some other stuff too. It talked about secret societies and… you know the stories we here about the supernatural, especially, let’s say… vampires and werewolves or whatever… they’re immortal, right? But most of the stories we hear and that we’re familiar with, age them only back a couple hundred years. We’re fascinated by the stories of four hundred year old men and women that look twenty or so, walking around the earth sucking blood off of unsuspecting humans. But if they’re immortal, Syd, they could be much, much older.”

            I wanted to laugh and say, “yeah, if they existed at all!” But I picked my cup of coffee up and sipped at it, staring at Emryl with wide eyes. I hoped he would think that I was interested rather than considering having him committed to a mental hospital.

            “That’s what this website suggested. That while there are newer vampires, there are also the ancients. And when I say ancient, Syd. I mean ancient. Like dating back to the time of the dinosaurs… to before the time of the dinosaurs! This website also kind of suggest that we have a… skewed version of events to make us feel better about our existence. Humans like to feel like they’re in control.  We like to think that we’re the superior intelligence on Earth and that we dominate our universe. But we don’t.

            I’ve spent the last two years reading about this and studying this and… do you know the only thing truly universal… the only thing that is constant and never changes? Math.”

            “Math?” I blurted with a laugh in my voice. I couldn’t help it.        

            “Math,” Emryl repeated. “You can prove, or disprove anything with Math. A thousand different guys from a thousand different countries, all speaking a different language would still come up with four if you asked them to calculate two plus two. It’s definitive and absolute. There is no variable for the answer. If you know the puzzle, and understand the concept… you will find truth in math.

            This website suggest that our existence, the world we live in, the society of which we’re a part is all an illusion. That we delude ourselves into thinking it’s the truth and we have thousands of years of history and lore to back up the lie and we don’t know any better so we go about existing and living and dying thinking that our everyday comings and goings are actually…

            “Oooooo!” I blurt suddenly, “Like that movie! We aren’t actually living our lives… we’re all hooked up to some machine and “they” are actually in control.”

            Emryl didn’t look quite as annoyed with me as I thought he would. I had meant the comment to be insulting and make him realize how far out there he was being and that maybe he would be so mad that he would just tell me to go. Instead he considered it for a minute and then nodded, “Kind of.”

            “Emryl, you sound crazy.” I said bluntly.

            “But we’re not hooked up to machines or anything. We aren’t in a dream state. We’re actually alive and we are doing what we’re doing, we’re just unaware that we’re… kind of in a cage, I guess you could say. Outside of this…” and he waved his hands around, “Is a whole lot more. We, humans, aren’t exactly in control, but we, humans are unique. We have souls and choices and… some things can’t be dismissed like, we were created in God’s image and that we are the sons and daughters of God.”

            “Emryl…”

            He held up a finger and shook his head, “They want the immortality that we were promised in the bible. They have immortality in that they generally don’t die of old age or whatever, but their existence is hell and eternal damnation. They want what we have. Every day wars are being waged between the forces of evil in order to achieve and take what we, as humans, are guaranteed.

            Every so often, humans get a glimpse of reality… the reality that is… beyond… this… that’s where legends and stories and fables come from. 

            So I have devoted myself to finding out the truth. We don’t know the right questions to ask sometimes so we can’t get the right answer. We believe that our reality is… reality so our scientist only ask certain questions. They only dig so far. They only theorize within our realm of thinking. We are awed by the fact that man walked on the moon. We send probes in to outer space… thinking we’re looking for more but… we’re not really. Not really.

            I’ve been working on some equations, over the last couple of years… searching, trying to prove or disprove or… just trying to find answers. I mean…” he waved his hand in front of him again, “but those details don’t matter. What does matter is I think I figured it out. I think I know the truth and that’s why they’re coming after me.”

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