"Identification"

 

Other Selected Poems

Beautifully Different

Love

Senseless

Other Side

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Beautifully Different" It would be dull if people didn't have differences and wouldn't that be a shame? How terribly boring the world would be if we were all the same. Isn't it exciting, distinctive sizes or certain shapes! Shades of contrasting colors displayed on every face; to specify an individual of a particular race. If we all came from the same place, without sharing different experiences or taste, That would be no fun at all and think of the time we would waste Without the joy of learning something different, and that would be a disgrace. So seclusion isn't the way to be. Instead cherish the fact you are different from me. Embrace the differences that you see- And remember it is wonderful to be unique! BACK TO TOP
	"Other Side" Time runs through our lives like gas through a funnel For so long I've heard tales of this light at the end of a tunnel. Death is not an eternal rest, so why do you cry? Why is everyone afraid when it's time for them to die? It's not the ending of a life but the beginning of another. In this life we've learned so much but there's still more to discover. Is death the real fear? Or something else you don't want to hear? The fear is unknown although our spirit will still grow. After we die, we don't know where we'll go. I've grown tired of hearing harmony of the ever after, it's a bold face lie. Everyone wants to go to Heaven but everyone's afraid to die. I've heard stories of accounts of people gleaming with pride Claiming to have recollections of coming back from the other side. Dying is easy, surviving life is the test. There's a difference between wanting to die and not being afraid of death. When it's my time, I will not run without a trace. Instead I'll stand with courage and stare death in its face. That Reaper will ask, "Don't you fear what you see?" With conviction I'll reply, "You should fear me." I've enjoyed occupying this body while here in this space. No regrets with my life there is no disgrace. Absolute disregard to fear, look at the peace on my face. Because I am not dying, I just going to another place. BACK TO TOP
LOVE Love, fearless, careless, senseless. Who recognizes the odor? Sweet, alluring, refreshing; Topping all else. Come, taste of me. Take my hand, it's scary; It's closer to the other side. Don't turn back, don't turn aside; Maybe we can taste together? Love never fails, people do. You can't walk with no hand to hold. It's lonely with no love to guide. Where's the path, is it under the leaves? Maybe we can taste of love..... together? by Walt Barger December 16, 1998 BACK TO TOP
	"Senseless" Strolling down the street not a care in the world. Walking hand in hand just me and my girl. I'm in harmony with the woman I love, perfect time perfect place. What could go wrong on a day like this as sunlight shines down upon her face? Suddenly without warning I hear car tires screech, as I turn my head with the quickness. The ones that run away they know what's about to happen and do not want to become witnesses. I too am hip to what's about to happen as I throw my girl to the ground. It is unfortunate I cannot hear the screams of my woman because pop-pop-pop is the only sound! As I look at my woman, I'm sad to say sunlights no longer on her face. With terror in my heart I gaze at her and see her blood has taken the sunlight's place. Placing my hand on what is left of her heart, I don't feel a pulse and that's a bad sign. What's with all of the killing brothers and sisters and why was my woman the victim of a violent crime? I now realize a bullet has no prejudice, it will kill anyone as I could plainly see. Why did they gun down my woman in cold blood, or where they aiming at me? BACK TO TOP

 

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