The Devil's Aide

 In honor of those lives lost in Aurora, I wrote this poem. It conveys every single thing I think about the subject.

 Here is The Devil's Aide-

Somebody hurts today, many hearts mourn,

Because an idea, was wickedly born,

A man with a future took the devil aside,

And promised him aide, he promised him lives,

He took on the shadows, the evil of night,

The blood on his hands, his soul without light,

Dark in a theatre the villain strode in,

Pretending, role playing taking many victims,

Shoot once, shoot twice til blood stained the floor,

Then craved the feeling of taking some more ,

As smoke choked the air and screams rang too clear,

No hero could ransom them, those lives held so dear,

Some were left wounded, some raced for the door,

Many left wondering would they live one day more?

Who was this man to take life in his fists,

And give no concern to the loved ones they’d miss?

Some people may wonder why early in the morn’,

How could such a man ever be born?

Was it only one thought? Or a feeling too dark?

Was it left unattended? Did it leave a scarred mark?

Chain up your thoughts and lock up the devil,

Never let him whisper, nor lie just a little,

Maybe if the lock the man put on his mind,

Had never been broken, they’d all be alive.

Somebody hurts today, many hearts mourn,

Oh sad must it end that this villain was born.

Tomorrows and Next Times...

Tragedy: in my definition, it means something lost, something heart breaking, something that is unfair or not right. Tonight, I want to redefine the way I define that word. Although there are tragedies going on all over the world, mothers losing their children, children losing their parents, people losing their homes, deaths, cheatings, wrongful doings by those trusted etc., I believe that the biggest tragedies are the ones going on right at our feet. I don’t mean our bleeding feet after we’ve lost everything and our hearts are weeping with emotion. I mean stomping on those things that we should love and appreciate the most. I admit that I never thought myself much of a writer. I knew I could do it and that I enjoyed it especially when music was involved, but tonight, I understand why writers use words. They express feelings in ways that I somehow cannot speak to others. These words are my shield that I hide behind; my mask that hides my true identity while utterly exposing it all at the same time. Words are my soul and thankfully, when inspired they are the only thing I can turn to to express what is bursting inside. I watched Becoming Jane tonight. Great movie. Dreadful ending for the poor girl. I was sitting there thinking how wonderful it would be to be an author. Then the ending happened and I was like…no. I don’t want to be an author! I looked over at my husband who’s been incessantly working away at the computer (the one thing he constantly ignores me for) to finish his work so we can get paid. Most times I get mad at him and tell him to pay attention to me, but tonight I just look at him. He’s got a five o’ clock shadow on his face and his hair is unkempt. He’s wearing his superman shirt I bought him a couple years ago (the same shirt he’s worn the past two days might I add) and I can’t help but smile. So few people are as lucky as I am…but then again, I will not compare another’s life to my own or my own to another. In this moment, I am content. I am blessed and so grateful for all that my Heavenly Father has allowed me to have. He has given my heart to this nerdy genius and in its place beats the heart of a boy who loves me to a fault. I am so grateful that I get to walk this journey with him, no matter how long or how short it may be or seem at the moment. My friend once said something to me that I will never forget. She said, “Forever will never seem long enough with my love.” I reiterate the same words with an overwhelming fear that someday forever will end and I will look at my life and wish I had not wished it away. Enough “tomorrows” and “next times.” I will appreciate today because I might not get tomorrow. So many of us trod over the things that we should hold most dear to us because we feel that it will be there tomorrow or next time when in fact once we face the tomorrow we’ve never doubted would come, regret is all that remains.  The Lord gave us today so we can live it and tomorrow so that we can cherish what we have today for just a bit longer. Take advantage of your blessings by loving them and appreciating them. Do not wait until that dreaded day comes and all you have is your longing for one more tomorrow. Do not let your life be a “tragedy.”