Poems
Here are a couple of my favorite poems from a real good friend of mine (and an excellent writer), PJ Alexander. I hope you enjoy them!
"Her"
(A dedication to his girlfriend, Shan)
I can picture her without even closing my eyes.
Her hair the way it seems to just falls down the perfect way.
The way it seems to brush across her cheek leaving her mysterious eyes to wonder.
Her eyes seem to be the jewel of this gorgeous being.
They have the appearance to make any mans heart fall if he looks deep within them.
If this was not enough, she has a special gift that is hard to come by.
The gift that she gives off to everyone she meets, her smile.
A smile which seems to illuminate the darkest room.
To forget to mention her heart is the worst crime of all
For she has the kindest, one I know.
Always willing to lend a hand
Always willing to meet a stranger and treat him as a friend
Just to think about her brings a smile to my face
She seems to brighten up my most cloudy day
I just wish that one day I could tell her
But, for now I guess there is nothing else to say
Except:
Her
P.J. Alexander
1-21-00
"?????"
What is a friend? Is it when they are there to laugh at your jokes? Is it a person who is there to hold you and comfort you during your hour of need? On the other hand, is a friend someone who is always there for you no matter what the situation? If any of this is true, when is a friend considered more than a friend. In my life time I a happy to say I have such a friend. Growing up I never really had many friends. I would constantly find myself trying to please people, and go out with so many people just so I could be accepted, so I would not feel like an outcast. It was not until high school that I truely met a friend. Within those fours years and the present time, I have not only gained some diginty about myself I have gained just a good friend, I have gained something much more. I have gained someone to talk to, someone to spend time with, and someone to share my most private confessions with. I feel I have not gained a friend, no I have to say I have gained more like a brother. From this, I want you to know that no matter what the situation is not matter where you are, I will be there for you. If I have to take a plane, drive a car, walk a thousand miles I will be there for you. Nothing no matter what the situation calls for will I ever stop from being your friend. I am secure enough to tell this to you. I love you man, I love you like the brother I never had. If you ever need anything at all do not bother to ask, cause what is mine is yours. I will always be there for you because you are and always will be my one true friend.
False Hopes
I find myself wandering the city.
Looking for something I seldom ever find.
As I wander, I find myself constantly being stopped by people I have or have never met before in my life.
We spend a few minutes conversing with another catching up on the past, or sometimes the future.
After awhile, we bid our farewells and go on about our day waiting to meet each other again.
As I walk the streets I see people hugging one another, laughing, I even see young lovers holding hands in the park, and I think to myself what kind of a place is this?
What kind of a city is it where people stop each other and talk, strangers show courteous towards one another, a city in which you can feel the warmth of kindness for your fellow man beaming from all around.
"This has to be a dream!"
Suddenly, the alarm clock goes off. I awaken and proceed to go about my normal day.
I step outside my house, and instantly I am hit with a cold gust of hatred. I turn to see where it comes from.
I see two men fighting each other for a parking space.
I try to bundle my coat in order to block out the cold gust.
I proceed to work.
As I get to work, I start to feel the temperature drop.
I look around
I see a man beating a lady for money
I see people pushing and shoving one another in order to be first in line.
I see greed, hatred, and corruption.
"This has to be a nightmare!"
What kind of a world is so cold hearted that it judges people by their looks, color of skin, their friends?
What happen to compassion for our fellow man?
I can no longer judge which is a dream and which is reality
Therefore, I wake up!
P. J. Alexander
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