Two Line Rhyme Poem by AHO Speaks

Glowing truth will finally be made known
The seeds will be cleansed for another time to be sown.

A black hole in the universal sky not a sleeve
More like a pocket I believe.

Every rough color and scene of man
Ah sweet moments of life gladly to do over and over again

To see and feel the heat of light
Visions, thoughts and dreams while we sleep at night.

Happiness and sadness and a mite of sorow
To be with us when there are no earthly tomorrow's,

The myriad of color and scene's of man
Ah sweet moments of life, gladly to do again.

Even to retrace every step I took
The days of light and thought inside my mind's book.

Days of glory and days of rain
Every day of fun to be repeated again and again.

The curtain is open and then to close
What happens then not one mind knows.

Man has been in charge since time began
Excluded half of humanity called earthly woman.

Man's ego bigger than he
Totally forgets his Mother was a she.

Man is afraid to say he doesn't know
Will make things up just for show.

Men uses sex as a threat and say it is a sin
How did they get here I say with a grin.

The titles of men according to naught
Not accountable or responsible for what they got.

Man filled with pompous thought
Never satisfied with what he built or what he wrought.

For thousand's of years women treated as second class
Seperated like the eucharist taken from out of the catholic mass.

Man has made the rules regulations and laws on earth
Some necessary but too many of not much worth.

What man believes he knows, fast becomes a truthful fact
Woman as bit players in worldly scene's and human acts.

Man has been the author of most earthly thoughts
Right or wrong, what we got is what we got.

The big lies have mostly come from men
Their beginning from way back when.

Eve tempted man and that was the disobedient sin
Let her pay the penalty and so also all other women.

Allow me to be the stronger of the two
Give me the thought to always know what to do..

Humanities Moral Responsibility

Where are the monuments and memorials of long ago
In memory of the fruit of its vine; a nation's young hero's?

A nation that honors death more than giving
Suffers from denial of the reason and purpose for living.

They who memorialize death by an edifice of stone
Hear not the living children who suffer and moan.

They who say only they can know
Speak the words of the dead or wear special clothes.

Let God honor the warriors and hero's when the body is cold
The children need peaceful time for their story to unfold.

If I cannot think then I am not
Someone else's words soon to be forgot.

If I do not think then I can becp, e as not
The question before the answer must be sought.

Trust, responsibility and compromise the trilogy for man
Belief, acceptance and trade with others, part of the plan.

A truthful word can be tainted by the speaker
Discernment a gift given to those called seekers.

A truthful word can have more than one side
Just as in marriage are the words of groom and bride.

We do what we do because we believe it should be done
To do it for the children; be they daughter or son.

We do what we do from out of intent and choice
We do because acknowledgement comes from the inner voice.

We look for and actively seek
Our God's support as promised to the meek.

Upon that day which will eventually arrive
We will finally awake and know we are alive.

To stand before truth with truth and in truth as one
Our cup will run over to hear God say; 'you are my daughter or my son'.

All the questions we had of why
To be answered the day we die.

Nothing left unsaid nor in silence spoken
Our soul renewed if cracked or broken.

The mind will unfold and also release
Finally to be embraced by the living peace.

Man's actions not changed only to blame
Behind the veils of meaning he hides his shame.

The creator's thought was not a plan
Distortion, difference and destruction are the disorders of man.

A man was created of mud and clay not out of need
It is she who was blest to nurture and carry the egg and seed.

What is yours is yours and mine is mine
God gives the fruit but never the vine.

The creator gave the blessing to one and also others
Custodian of the children with the title of Mother's.

Time is a gift as an earthly loan
The children cannot survive without a family home.

For a male adult to intentionally destroy any child
Has to set the female spiritual mind utterly wild.

The family is blest and hold the keys
All children need their time of opportunity.

Life is a gift given to man along with a soul
The male gender of power who insists only he can control.

The poets mind will eventually be dead
Only thoughtful words remain of what was said.

It is the warrior's deeds of reason and purpose
God must have a special place for those who die in service.

Who would dishonor children for their time of courage
God to embrace them inside its love never to discourage.

A child's time must be peaceful and sustained
Given the opportunity to contribute time and time again.

A child's life must be more than a single page
All creativity must satisfy the definition and meaning of age.

11-20-00 Aho Speaks