Challenged I am, but not disabled.
Only a man, but improperly labled.
Judge me not for my physical blunder.
All people are different, a natural wonder.
Don't mock me, taunt me, or tease me too.
Are you sure I'm that much different than you?
Like you I have traits, some weak and some strong,
But remember the struggle you've had all along.
It's not pitty, a handout, or sorrow I seek,
But entitled acceptance at the fairest peak.
Stand by my side against this struggle I stage,
And I will bear arms against the wars that you wage.
by Dream Weaver ~O^O~
A Child's Eyes
I sit behind a mirror glass
As I watch the children play in class.
I try to see their future career,
But it's hard to predict something so unclear.
I envy them in a way;
Things they'll see in future days.
As new technologies pass their eyes,
There I rest; my body lies.
I always worry about them though;
That they are unaware and do not know.
The joyful plays, the fun filled tease
May all become realities.
Their cops and robbers is always fun,
Until their faced with real guns.
If they only could comprehend what I know now,
They would surely try to change their life and how.
The harmless games, although they're lies,
Is what hides behind a child's eyes.
By Dream Weaver ~O^O~
With love I breathe, with hate I cry
Not always knowing the reason why
From wind to wind, from sand to sand
The flow of fear of falling out of hand
Who would have thought that it would be true
All I really needed was you.
By Dream Weaver~O^O~
The Seven Days of Creation
On the first day, God created the heavens and the earth.
This was only the start of nations at birth.
On the second day, God made water, sky, and air.
These were the needs for life to start there.
On the third day, God used his all mighty hand,
From which he put forth this world's great land.
On the fourth day, he created the planets and the stars,
Which was when God determined this world would be ours.
On the fifth day, he made life for the sky and the sea.
For this was the beauty that God had meant to be.
On the sixth day, he created the animals and man,
To whom he gave the gift of a mind to think and understand.
On the seventh day, God rested which he called Sabbath Day,
For which he left aside, for all man to pray.
By Dream Weaver~O^O~
Softly, gently, warm touch knows.
Chivalry burning a cold heart dead,
Eye meets eye, soul thought flows.
Passion's a fury, steamy satin red.
Opening valve, honesty accepting pain.
Communicating vows, promises not in vain
Peace and serenity surrounds us unto the dusk of the rays.
Lead I shall unto the setting sun.
Ajoining, a constant, throughout all the days.
Eternally a unit we are as one.
By Dream Weaver~O^O~
Love's not lost
Life's not left
Wait for the right
The right will come righteously
By Dream Weaver~O^O~
Your fiery eyes caress my heart with the embers of eternal flames.
Your soft embrace immerses me with the comfort of a childlike innocence.
The warm glow of your aura asserts me to continue each and every day.
Of my accompaniment, I promise thee.
Of my faithfulness, your soul and no other.
Take my hand as we walk into our eternity.
By Dream Weaver ~O^O~
