May 29 2009
the sound of keys vibrating on the piano
white keys dancing along happily
occasionally hitting black keys
but always returning down to the white ones
a song is formed as time passes, and journey progresses
a mistake is made, the song halts…
the fingers gain composure and pick themselves up
the song ends beautifully
May 29 2009
Even when the sun doesn’t shine
Even though the sky may fall
Stars burn out
But without a doubt
My heart will still say your mine
May 29 2009
As the sun kisses my forhead
And the wind brushes against my cheek
I lay there on the warm back of the soft beach
With my sisters next to me
Where the food I eat tells me a story
And the hot peppers sing their spicy song to me
I enjoy a great meal
With neighbors who are like family
May 29 2009
What should I say?
What should I do?
Actually, to tell you the truth
I do have something to say
I know many people think
That just because I
Look the way I am
I have no issues, or
Don’t know anything bad
Yes, I am Greek, but what’s
It to you? I’ve been
Discriminated by my
Own people for not being
“Born” there while in the
Famous U.S. of A. I’m
Known as a foreign
“White” girl
Really? Is that what
You think?
How many of you knew
That the Greeks were
Slaves for over 400 years?
They were repressed:
Told to never speak
Their language ever again,
But they rose up,
And won their independence.
So yeah, some people out
There actually know real
Pain, EVEN if their
Skin isn’t dark
How about my grandmother?
She was shot by the
Rebels in Greece,
Barely making it alive.
So maybe there’s a whole
World out there that
Others don’t know of.
One in which we all
Have had our problems
In the past, even in
The dead, want-to-be-
Forgotten past.
You never know if you
Don’t ask.
May 29 2009
Lady Gardener,
Her Maples burn red.
She stands tall above
The waste of Mainstream Commotion, America – “The Great.”
Chilled is thy Lady’s composure
But her arms are open from snow to sea.
She welcomes all to sit
By the fire of her heart –
Ontario the flame, Toronto the ember.
Lady Gardener,
Still as her Maple,
Her branches stretched out
To beckon me home.
May 29 2009
I hear USA’s song ringing in my ears.
I hear Mrs. Blaher teaching her great knowledge of English.
I hear Obama giving his worldly speeches
And Rachel Ray’s olives sizzling in a hot pan
And Taylor Swift singing into the hearts of millions.
I hear the audience yelling “JERRY! JERRY!” on channel 5
And the jail door slamming in Michael Vick’s face
And DMX rapping his explicit rhymes.
I hear Dave Chapelle telling his funny jokes
And Michael Jordan’s sneakers sneaking on the court
And Harry Potter yelling abra cadabra into an evil sorcerers face.
These are the verses that we contribute
And compose our own song of America.
May 29 2009
I am from Germany
Where I first came in
This world
I am from Rhode Island
The smallest state in the US
And close to the Naval war college
I am from Texas
Home of BBQ, big things,
Where the best Grandma in the world lives
And the home of the UT Longhorns
I am from South Korea
Home of Tae Kwon Do
The second best place to live
A special place of history including
The 38th Parallel
I am from Virginia
Home of VA Tech, the best engineering school in the state
Virginia Beach, most vacationed spot in Norfolk
Little known fact about Cape Henry Light House on Fort Story
I am American
VA, USA
All the way and proud of it
May 29 2009
The door was physically open but,
The air of the room was choking,
there wasn’t enough room for another
especially her. She quivered as she
entered, they calculated her every move.
“What is she wearing?” some thought,
Their eyes pierced through her, she put
Her head down because she didn’t know
Where to turn or go. She had never seen
So many of these people before, she found an
empty seat and finally sat down. The person next
to her asked, “Hey, nice top. Where did you get it?”
and with her distinct accent she smiled and said,
“Thank you. I got it in my country.” Even though
The beginning of her strife she still had home made pride.
May 29 2009
The skyline shines, bustling and brilliant in the night
With life coming from the womb of Heathrow, alive come the lights
Sparkling and singing to the variant tune of the crowded streets
Whoever you end up becoming and who you are is what you’ll be back at your conception
But in between twilight and dawn
I am Covent Garden, chattering away culture throughout the boroughs of the city
I am the cobbled streets of Trafalgar feet hurriedly travel across in journey
I am the rowdy and drunken Westminster lads from which you constantly flee
I am the heart and soul of the circus, Piccadilly is my name
Can you see my bright lights? My fortune and fame?
With time at a stand still, I become the breeding ground of art
I am no longer the end of all things, but the start
Of new age and a new day
I am all the things that feel so right they become morally wrong
Lose yourself in the centre and beauty of me
So romantic are the conversations of Hyde Park, love is a decree
Of many years to come within my Tower of Life
That no war may taint me, no violence or strife
I am the reality you choose to travel to on your lazy, rainy days
Through my underground’s veins, you rock and roll to the Clash along the way
Until the sun begins to rise on the fading and hesitant horizon
Until that bridge calls out to me
“London,” it says, “your time has inevitably come.
Pack your bags, my love, and take one last look back
At the city you’ve created, at the world you’ve become.
Now, go on home, darling; it’s time for tea.
Don’t you think your mum won’t swallow you in the sea.”
May 29 2009
I love you America,
The red, white, and blue
I love you America for the freedom you give me to
Think, say and do.
A long time ago, from all over we came.
We instantly thought of freedom, at the sound of your name.
Arise, Americans
Give an ovation.
Give praise and thanks for our great nation.
