Like a Tree

Like a tree,
Is how a man should be,
So all of his family and friends,
Could grow and hang off branches' ends.

Men should be strong and stable.
So that their companions can be able.
They will grow as the tree grows.
To give those a good show.

But the tree needs a care taker.
Like God, who is the universe's maker.

Nature's Calling

Water rushes from the heights of a waterfall,
Deep into a valley of the Beauty of God.
The wind rustles the trees, tallest of tall.
The water splashing due to lots of cool.

Time seems not to pass me by,
And the extravagance of nature does not hide.
Every animal and creature comes out to say hi.
It is in this very moment that I confide.

Compared to this feast of miracles,
I now realize I am small.
I am called into nature's tentacles.
And invited to have a ball.

-Bill Shakez

The Game

With his hat,
and with his bat,
He will hit a ball,
for all.

Though he is down by one.
The game is not done.
He places the bat over his back
and Hits the ball with a might whack.

He shoots off like a gun,
And knows he has to run.

Safe!


His devotion was shown.
And his name is now known.

-Bill Shakez

Insecurities

Sometimes when I look at me,
I fdeel like its hard to see what God made me to be.
Whether I feel smart or shy,
or even if I sit and cry.
I have to ask God to help make me try;
to try and overcome my insecurities
He always helps me make sense of these.
God will always help us; and always bring our spirits up
He always helps me out when I'm down.
He tries to never let me frown.
God helps me makes sense pf things
He helps me through everything.

Hot

It is Hot, Burning
Swelling in the mists of fire
Dangerous but safe

Blind

Blind
Blinded
first sight... powder,
I smell
Baby Powder....
Covered,
now white and mysterious looking
I smell like...
a...
Baby...
I smell...
Great!

Powdered

The blind fold removed
he stands
awaiting his fate like a gladiator in Rime
Then it comes, like a gentle snow falling lightly down.
Baby powder.
An aroma is aroused,
a smell,
just like a baby.
He mutters, "so that's what you were doing"
and we all stare,
transfixed,
on the man with the baby powder.
Then it stops.
A sigh of relief.
And then, a simple poem.

Snow, Bye, Snow

A smile filled with glee.
A young boy holds his hands out,
Waiting for the snow to land.
Delicately,
Like helicopters,
They land on his long, golden hair.
He spins around
In powdered snow.
Looking up into the beauty.
Of white and flaky.
Dusts of snow.
He runs his hands through his hair.
Collecting the wet droplets,
That were once snow.
The voice of his mother calls him insude.
And with a tear, 
Says farewell to the snow.


-Bill Shakez 

Falling White

Red and White
Powdery and Fluffy
As it starts to fall, my nose got stuffy
So beautiful that cloud
A dim white shroud
It consumes you
What should you do?

-Fall of the Romans

Not Alone

This girl is not normal you can te;;.
For waht she knows, she'll never seel.
As I look into her eyes,
I can tell she rarely cries.
Never once does she seem mean.
But I could tell from her loudness she could scream.
Its hard to see what lies inside her beautiful, stone blue eyes.
So beautiful she seems.
It's hard to tell if she can see it
So as she sits alone
I want her to know God's there.
She's never alone..

-Fall of the Romans

The Poptart

I wait
I wait in silence
Mind pondering on what to do next

I have unclothed the food
And let gravity take its course as
It was dropped won into the depths of my heated box

I am impatient but that will not speed up my wait.

Pop.

Out comes
The Poptart
My Poptart


Its sugary goodness soothes my taste buds
As I insert it into my Mouth
Probably fattening But I don't care

It is the Poptart
My Poptart

Who Are You?

Who are you?
No one I've seen before
I feel as though I know you
Deep down to your core

You're so full of joy
Reminds me of a friend
I want to get to know you
Even if our paths never meet again.

You seem over excited But at other times shy
And at the same time never swayed
By the attentions of another guy.

You're like an open book
But I'm afraid to turn the page.
Or you will snap and bite at me
Like an animal in a cage
Captured.

Confused

Confused
Deeply Confused

My expectations have been defied
As I stare into the face

Of one who's covered with white
Or in this case

Powdered with nowhere to go
But to leave and be cleansed
Was there a deeper meaning
Or a message that he tried to send?

Or was it just for fun?
An antic worth no response
Just to think upon these actions
Purring all past opinions aside.