A Poem About Mothers

These special people we Love like no others
We Adore and we Cherish them....A Poem About Mothers
They're there when we need them, no ifs ands or buts
Through our up and our downs/especially our ruts
We may win or we may lose, but mostly when we fail
Still, our Mothers will be there through rain, sleet, or hail
You can have almost anything, but a Mother's Love you can't buy
They'll be there in sickness....on their shoulders you'll cry
Yes, there's all kinds of family/ aunts /sisters/brothers
But, there's only one who's there always....The Ones We Call Mothers

"Where Then Can Love Be Found?"

A place where hatred is taken captive and joyous laughter will resound
But, people are devoid of Understanding...Where Then Can Love Be Found?

We're living in the Final Days/days of darkness and confusion
Through the Beast, False Prophet, Antichrist...The Masters Of Illusion

I see a land that cries for Justice, a world where evil roams
I see Warfare, Pain, and Emaciation....The Elderly Left Alone

Search deeply within your beings, why have we reached this lost condition?
Where our lives now uncertain....nonexistent apparitions

Who can we blame for all the tragedy; where can we go to find a cure?
The solution is not beyond us, only Love can make life pure

Many nations have great problems, several countries overseas
Yet, take a look, decode the cipher...they're killing minorities

Our Children, precious little ones, in recent years their hopes have waned
They been Shot down, Abused, Neglected/ each human shares in the blame

In New York City, something appalling, a day of shameful doom
A mother had a child ripped from her belly....A Seed No Chance To Bloom

Love is cloaked in elusive Mystery; carnal man cannot obtain
It can only be found if you Cleanse your Spirits/yes, its meaning is quite arcane

It's Unconditional, Very Humble, looks not on Race or Color
And, I doubt very seriously you know its worth, if you can't even Love Your Brother

I know we can reach the apogee, so Break The Chains and don't be bound
Still, until that day, I'll ask a question....Where Then Can Love Be Found?

"The Homeless Are Human Too"

Imagine a vagrant....asleep on a bench
Imagine his body/alive with foul stench

Picture this if you can, his life in the past

His mother a drunk/his father lives fast
Cast from his home at a tender young age
Still going to school at the puberty stage
Thrown to the streets to live as a bum
Nobody caring/his future looks glum
But, The Homeless Are Human, despite disbelief
Most even have Wisdom, bring comfort/relief
So, when you start thinking they belong locked in a zoo
Just remember my Friends......that this could be you