5 poems

KYLE

Freemasonry
Not a secret society,
A society with secrets,
Speaking to the public indirectly,
Symbols aptly representing morals
Bettering men and preventing quarrels,
A deistic culture preventing religious fracture
Unlocking man’s true potential
By changing the function within your mental
A nation built from their ideas and beliefs
Fighting ignorance, fanaticism and tyranny
Infinitely diminishing fear from me

FIRST TRACKS

To my left and right was barren hill
clad in a thick and fluffy blanket of white.
The luminescent, joy bringing, gift from the sky
sitting peacefully atop the needles that dressed the strong branches.
The condensation that lay below my feet and all around me
glistening and sparkling
with the reflection of the radiant sun.
An open field lay below me
Excluding trees and rocks.
Few knew about this place
I was the first to be there
Alone,
the early start of sunrise,
as the sun still glistened in a vibrant array of oranges, yellows and reds.
I stood there
at first admiring the majesty of it all
that would soon be destroyed with two skinny tracks zig-zagging down
leaving it all behind.
I had the path I would take.
I had first tracks.

KYLE

Different colors
Different metaphorical meanings
Representing feelings

Red for anger
Blue for sorrow
But the meaning could change
In the hours till tomorrow
Black for darkness
White for light
Green for life

But look at a billboard
It might change your mind
Perception can’t be defined
But it can’t be denied
Your brain could have lied

Your apathy towards colors might reside
But there is no need to decide
The reason in your mind might die
But it is on for you to try

KYLE

Stories
Of dreams and lively wonder to discover
Love felt but not seen
Faith, dangerous negative emotions
Crazy games of life will change
But now what is next?

Check out the sexy super beach
Playing with a bad wet girl
Feel long quick boost growing
BOOM…
Milk
hehehehehe
Kyle

My greatest fear was losing him
My fear was facing him
A terrified son
who lost the biggest form of support
Helping me get back in line when I steer off blindly
But now I would find my own path
The bitter realization initiated a frigid chill that ran down my spine
My apathy showed that I was fragile but at the same time strong enough to get through it
Grasping the morals and values left by this battle
I think I am not proud to admit my own father is a screw up
I want to say he is dead sometimes
Then I am free from the humiliation of his story
I have tried to prove myself better than my predecessor
I have dealt with responsibilities and I am prepared to handle more
I don’t know if I would ever talk to him again
He created trauma but initiated a better person unknowingly
I have been graced with a town of people who care
Friends who will do anything
And an angel of a mother
Writing this is not easy
It is not a story I tell to anyone
But when the day comes that I have to face my father
I will be prepared