Muncie Times, Muncie, Delaware County, 2 September 2010 — Page 21

The Muncie Times • September 2, 2010 • Page 21

Clarence Motley and Friends

Question I don’t see you.. are you there? I can’t hear you... are you listening? I can’t... believe... can you prove me wrong? Are you real... or are you the tooth fairy v How are we supposed to believe in a higher being if we can’t see War, violence, money, life, how can you tell (at say) age 15 I’m not saying there might not be anything higher but how can you tell without calling someone a liar? Yes, there will be elders of these places that will say here is a God until they die and are ready to retire Now are there angels and demons that follow someone and call them sire? Written by: Darius Jones (Age 15) Hard to find words The words now seem harder to find, Understandable in light of all the things I left behind Starving for peace if only of the mind, Want my own me, all me, mine, So many contradictions in the world today To keep myself I must also give it away? The key is balance but I feel I’m already consumed Holding it all within and slowly venting fumes But I’m told I’m arrogant for such an understanding Harmony can’t exist on this I’m standing I’m suppose to search and share the space Find my negative, hold it, embrace It’s a wonder though how I’m seen as good I fight with myself to do what I should, A few years back I would just as I

would It seems all I am and have done is misunderstood But I guess that’s my fault for projecting this image, And the world’s fault for not confronting my gimmicks Hard for me to love when it’s something I no longer hold, But life goes on... so the story is told By Darius Jones I’m a regular guy I am far too weak to mean anger my friend no more. I am simply done, I will take what’s left of my sorrows and run Spreading ashes of misery over my own brain I am just too tired And today oppression sits heavy on my chest But if... dreams were money we would soar among goddesses Heightening our power, we are masterful manifestations of a merciful being and no sea or stream could wash away our greatness No assimilation, no derogation... our tears allow roots to grow seeded deep into this earth But ... I need one true friend I feel outside my skin And outside my mind falling into myself So that I am a frozen picture I cannot cry anymore Too heavy And perhaps if I were a regular guy They think I’m a regular guy But I am no regular guy I would create and destroy universes with a single thought And I thought so many thoughts Always my mind would slather black and blues In the canvas of my cerebral being And no Regular guys could feel or cry about humanity as much as I As much a I so figured I was a god sent here From some distant planet sent here

to evaluate men These feelings too heightened, this sadness too pristine And this noticing noticeably drowning me in human idiocy By Darius Jones Dare to be Different Dare to be different... but you chose to be the same When you do like others by taking God’s name in vain You could be a leader... but you found it easier to follow When you could be deep ... you chose to be.,, shallow You a re unique, you have been that since birth But will it be known... when you return to earth A trendsetter - though you follow those who are weak Not realizing your inner strength . by choosing to be meek A failure... even when you are not - you think you are Do you fear that self discipline... will take you too far/ You speak of success... like it belongs to someone else But it’s yours to have... if you put some things on the shelf You’ve set goals in the past... even planned a strategy The ways you’ve undermined them ... what a tragedy! Now is your chance to change... it’s all in your hands But don’t expect those around you... to be., your fans You’ll be met with skepticism, or maybe just a laugh For you’ll put pressure on them ... by taking a different path By Clarence E. Motley * » <?• A Parent’s Tears For some of us, did it happen one night when we were asleep When low expectation and failure did creep Into the hearts and minds of Some

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of our love ones Our bundles of joy our sources of our fun Did we prepare them properly by raising them right Or did we give into their fits and requests without a fight Were we content to be their buddy... be their friend Not realizing it would cause them problems in the end It was only yesterday when they were first bom With untapped possibilities of a new day mom Their eyes were full of fire and their feet a flame With this of world in their palm, for them to claim Love and attention surrounded them on every side When was it that our fantasy and reality did collide Have we expected their teachers to do what we haven’t done As we concentrated on their happiness and their fiin Did we refuse to give them responsibilities and chores And now their attitudes and dispositions close doors Did we tell them that they’ll be judged on their word Plus, they can’t tmst any and everything they’ve heard For their success will be in their labor and ability to think And they can’t look for refuge in a drug or a drink