matter what the shape,
It leers back through us,
With no place to escape.
Yet the reality it returns is flawed.
Some may even say cursed,
Since the images come back to us,
Backward or inversed.
Well, experts might use physics to explain
This dance of materials and light,
While the metaphysical soul might compare
And ask, which one is more right?
Such as, is the real beauty shown,
Or just wasted vanity?
Or might this illusion hide the sane,
As well as insanity?
Time
How, may we define
This concept, so surreal?
Yet it exists, we are sure,
Through change and age we all feel.
Many phrases are common,
That seek to clarify.
Such as, “make it,” “have it,” or
“When having fun, it can fly.”
Even Einstein’s equations,
Adding those dimensions of space,
Carefully crafted, complex,
Not easy for the commonplace.
But the one thing for sure
Is that it definitely marches on,
From the moment of our birth
Through our life, and well after we are gone.
The Fallen
Many times they’re our heroes,
Our champions, the strong
With whom time becomes their foe,
As do many things going along.
Commands to their bodies
No longer obeyed.
Doubt created for the newly unsure,
A new fear now displayed.
Confidence and esteem
Often erode in the past,
With a quiet humility,
Previously unknown, coming fast.
Can anything be done
To lessen this great fall?
Maybe respecting prior glories,
So they may always stand tall.
Harmony
A great hunger exists
In this land of ours,
Where equality is still sought,
With no walls, with no bars.
This balance, this harmony,
Has been an elusive tune,
In that many minorities of color and creed
Have suffered greatly to their ruin.
Parity, respect—
Are these values so remote?
Can differences be overcome,
With no one stranded or left afloat?
It’s true that no two share
The same mind, the same face,
Yet to always remember this truth…
We’re all residents of the human race.
The Law
The rule of law,
It is often said,
Is the backbone of our system,
Universal to all, our leaders and the led.
However, one symbol shows both
Its strength and its needs.
The lady, a statue and blindfolded,
Perhaps not seeing all deeds.
This blindness,
Manifested through money and power,
Has shown to many, great injustice,
Certainly not our finest hour.
As one hopes to see change
Through the ridicule and derision,
Maybe only then can this system
Restore some lost vision.
Word
The spoken word has immense power
As it conveys.
Its message may be infinitely broad,
Though often, it changes ways.
With its inherent freedoms,
There is also a great cost,
Since some will find direction,
Others will be lost.
Here it seems especially important
That one possesses a discerning ear,
Since some talk…
Not always thoughtful or measured—
Approaches with some fear.
Times like this, when one ignores,
Those words’ power lose their weight.
Now empty and without inertia,
Deaf
