Pride Soaring Poet

2007-03-30T17:13:00.000-07:00

The Place Where I Fantasized

There were no limitations in the place where I fantasized

Limitations was not a identified expression in the place where I fantasized

I would be an astronaut in the place where I fantasized

I would have a wife and my own children in the place where I fantasized

Everyone is my friend in the place where I fantasized

There is nothing to fear in the place where I fantasized

I can run forever in the place where I fantasized

I have no worries in the place where I fantasized

The playground was the place where I fantasized

When did I leave the place where I fantasized

Why must I leave the place where I fantasized

I grew up from the place where I fantasized

I long to return to the place where I fantasized

Will death return me to the place where I fantasized

2007-02-02T12:40:00.000-08:00

It is so hard to say goodbye

To say goodbye to the one you love

To say goodbye to the one you live for

To say goodbye to the one who holds your heart

It is so hard to let go

To let go of the one whose love is unconditional

To let go of the one whose eyes always showed you love

To let go of the one whose voice is always in you ears

The love everyone saw and admired

The love everyone felt and resented

The love everyone experienced and desired

It is so very hard to forget the love

It is so very hard to forget the living

It is so very hard to forget the heart the eyes the music of your voice

It is so very hard to forget you

I love you

I will always love you

I will never stop loving you

I miss you yet you are with me

I can’t touch you yet each day I embrace you

I can’t see you yet each moment you are in my vision

Goodbye, farewell, soon

2006-12-25T13:01:00.000-08:00

Christmas in Los Angeles

Los Angeles, city of Angeles, how so far from the truth
Highest in crime, higher in immorality, these entire angels are so uncouth
Overcrowded, overindulgence, overpriced, oversexed, this place takes away you youth

Half the populace gay, the other said to be, sexual perversion is the going buffet
A Fellatio parfait, the anal pathway, dementia is this townships foreplay
To my dismay I wish to get away, I wonder what’s in the mind of Yahweh

Black are minorities, whites are too, you must speak Spanish to order at the drive through
The place is a zoo, it lack any virtue, emigrational pots forge this overpopulated fondue
Diversity is good one can’t argue, oceans, mountains and desert’s the venue –
The people are the thing that needs renew.

It is wrong for me to be so negative, for tis the season to be very positive
Though the people feel captive, they still fill festive, for this is the time to give
To not be passive and without a dire motive, this time of year I must be pensive

Negativity is not my litmus. This time is not to be made infamous, happiness is a must
With much fondness, I wish to all kindness, gracious gratis with precious tenderness
I shall be the isthmus to pass to all a very merry Christmas

2006-10-11T11:05:00.000-07:00

GIFTS

     Throughout life we gibe and obtain many gifts.  Some are much appreciated, some are merely accepted, and many are just taken for granted.
     God has given us many gifts to enjoy during our interim on this earth.  When a baby takes its first step we rejoice, but that is the first, only, and last time we will appreciate the gift to walk.
     We were given the senses to see, hear, taste, touch, smell, and think.  There are no limitations on what we can do because of these majestic gifts from god.
     He has given us the gift to communicate.  We have the ability to interact with anyone, anywhere without any difficulties.  Friendships and love comes from this wonderful gift.
     God in his generosity has bestowed unto us a multitude of splendid gifts, and yet these are the most neglected.  It's time we stop cherishing our material gifts and start appreciating the great gifts form God.
     He gave us these gifts for a reason.
  Let us show our gratitude by helping those people who are not as gifted as we are.
     If you can cherish a painting for a lifetime, should not you cherish the gift of sight even more for the ability to see that painting.

2006-09-15T21:29:00.000-07:00

Are You Real?

A person whom I do not know nor have I seen has traversed my existence

Like a specter she has cause me fear and wonderment as to her actuality

Is she real or a dream my mind concurred up to bring me bewilderment

I fear her reality for I then must open myself to joy

I fear her reality for I then must open myself to pain

I fear her reality for I then must open myself

I wonder in her for I then can again feel joy

I wonder in her for I then can again feel pain

I wonder in her for I then can again feel

With every moment of each day I live in a state of anxiety

For I want to know if she is real yet that is beyond my control

My life is no longer my own as I exist in this uncertainty

She has come into my life and yet she is ever so distant

Will I survive by the time I know

2006-09-14T22:01:00.000-07:00

Pride vs. Ego

Pride vs. Ego

I am what I am, I cannot change what I am and I am proud of what I am for there is no other like me
I am what I am and proud that is am as good as I am for there is no one better

All praise and glory be to God for without him I would be not
I have risen from the pits and placed myself upon the all high due to my strength

In order for others to love me I must first love myself
I love me some me and you can’t help but to love me

I will give what I can to help others if I can for we all have needs
I gladly give to others for I enjoy helping those less fortunate than I

I have helped and nothing is owed
I helped you and you know owe me

I am just an average person with average means
I am always being followed and watched and copied

Pride in ones self is necessary and it allows ones beauty to shine brilliantly
An ego can cause great beauty to shine repulsively

2006-05-31T20:09:00.000-07:00

I was working in the yard today
     I just enjoy time in the yard.
It gives me the chance to deal with the basic reality of life.
     As the weeds intrude into my beautiful creations and designs
I toil at cleaving them out and bringing back my designs.

As I was digging I realized the similarity to man.
     Life intruding into a garden to grasp a chance to survive,
Just as man intrudes into the garden of the earth grasping at life itself.
     The great difference is the weed doesn’t know it is being intrusive
Its destruction is not for anything but to exist.

As we intrude in the this garden which we did not create
     Is our purpose for survival or for economic gain?
As we destroy this garden which we did not create
     Our intrusion grows greater each year and the destruction is grand
I would rather be a flower in this garden, not a weed

2006-05-25T01:23:00.000-07:00

I love my car, I love my job, or I love the opera.
How can you love such things?
Does not love carry expressive sentiment towards life?
A mother’s love for her child:
The love between a man and a woman:
The love shared between a boy and his dog
To love nature and all the glory of its life force
The love of God towards us
We all seek happiness and joy
Yet we fail to see we are looking in the wrong place
With great joy comes great pain
As a mothers pain just prior to giving birth to her joy

“For I wrote you out of great distress and anguish of heart and with many tears, not to grieve you but to let you know the depth of my love for you.”
Corinthians 2:4

2006-05-04T08:30:00.000-07:00

Hour Glass

Ninety one hundred and a score of midnights have passed since I was twenty
Then I had the world in my sack and was not willing to negotiate
Time was a humorous affliction for those who were ripened far past me
Pilot, CEO, Diver, Mayor, anything I wanted to be was my floodgate

Ninety one hundred and a score of midnights have terminate
My youth, my energy, my firmness has bowed to deficiency
Youth is a hardship of those poor futureless souls sprouting in my wake
Assisted living, support hose, Forrest Lawn, is what is left for my opportunity

2006-05-04T08:12:00.000-07:00

Tigar/Dragon
Last week, well I thought it was last week
I looked in the mirror and saw a young body filled with strength
Today I see a body out of shape with puffy sags
Last week, well I thought it was last week
I could eat 4 Big Mac’s and climb a mountain for fun
Today I measure my food and walking to the other room is a chore

Two days ago, well I thought it was two days ago
I looked at photos I’d just taken and saw myself
Today I look at a photo I’d just taken and see my mother
Two day ago, well I thought is was two days ago
I looked at my mother and saw her
Today I look at my mother and see my grandmother

Yesterday, Well I thought is was yesterday
I was running thinking there was not enough time in the day
Today I think the days are far too long
Yesterday, well I thought is was yesterday
I dreamt that tomorrow I will accomplish my goals
Today I fear my time has past and it’s too late

Today, yes it is today
I am looking back and feeling I’ve failed
Tomorrows are drawing to an end
Today, yes it is today
I plan to better my short tomorrows
Have I wasted my yesterdays?

Tomorrow, yes tomorrow
I hope I don’t look back at my yesterdays with regret
For my yesterdays are my present today’s

2006-02-06T18:40:00.000-08:00

Seeking Answers

In my quest to find my inner peace and trying to eliminate negative sentence
It becomes clear to me that most of my fellow beings live within repugnance
I ask what is important as we strive within out earthly vessels towards termination
Power, wealth or self glory, is that the resolve of our journey on this collection
Tender love, peaceful coexistence our time is but ephemeral to the ubiquitous
How can I end the negativity and find peace bounded by the populace

I feel chained by the forces that surround me and my desires are to be free
As Marley I know that the chains I wear are those I forged within my reality
Why do we make our fellow man invisible while in their absence we arbitrate
Is one soul better is another slighter, I seek answers that are certainly on debate
I’m disgusted by my own selfishness and my condemnation of the masses
My life has been no different from others; I too chased the golden bypasses
The sun will come up tomorrow Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow come what may
Will the sum come up tomorrow What assurances have we that the sun will bring another day
We take for granted the one thing that gives us life and sustains our existence
How much more will we take for granted as we continue with our confidence
I thought find someone to love would be the answer to find that love is conditional
Before the sun tires of giving us life and comfort I will find my principle

2006-01-31T22:49:00.000-08:00

YOU SHOWED ME HOW TO CRY

     As a child I never cried, when I was punished
          I never cried
     When I would hurt myself
          I never cried
     There were times when I would try and force myself
          yet I couldn't cry
     My best friend was killed
          yet I couldn't cry
     My father died in a work accident
          yet I couldn't cry
     I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me
          then I met you
     Your love composed feelings I never felt before
          and I cried
     There were times you made me feel exceptionally good
          and I cried
     There were times you evoked anguish
          and I cried
     At times we would cry together
          You showed me how to cry.
     You have depart from my life
          I cry no more

2006-01-29T22:20:00.000-08:00

Our Love
Like a baby living contained by its mother, two hearts beating together within one
Our love is very much the same; our two hearts are pulsating within one love
Anticipation of its health and perfection abrade us as our emergent love enlarges
Discomfort, change, and pain organize as the loves grows and develops
We wait and wait for the blessed day which seems at times to be an eternity
While we wait the discomfort is eased by a movement of existence
The changing is as if the body of love is being protected and nourished
Nine months is the time for a child to bring joy to the mother
Time, discomfort, change, and pain all precedes the most wonderful joy
For us that most wonderful joy will come bringing us a lifetime of loving ecstasy
By Christopher Darrick Odom

The ocean of my life
The ocean is vast, immense and majestic. It envelopes our sphere
The immensity of your soul splendidly swathed my essence
The ocean is deep, cavernous and profound. Its depth seem endless
Your love, my love, our love together will challenge its infiniteness
The ocean is power, dominance and supremacy. So soft and yet so perilous
The danger would be to live without your affectionate and intoxicating sprit
The ocean cresses rejuvenate and refreshes. It’s the basics of all life
You conveyed life into me, revitalized my sprit and invigorated my soul
You my dearest, You truly have become my ocean and I wish to swim in the vast, majestic, endless supreme cresses of your love till eternity.
by Christopner Darrick Odom

My life
I am like the seed of a dandelion who is taken by the breeze
At the whim of the breeze I am lofted far from home across the land
My future is uncertain and I am frighten and full of quandaries
The breeze whisk me higher above the clouds into temperatures I can’t withstand
I think there for I am, or am I … I breath therefore I live, or do I
All of my senses are working but I find that breeze controls me thus I’m on standby

The breeze eventually releases me and delicately lay me upon a lake
At the caprice of the lake I am driven even farther by its strong connotation
The current seize me and my prospect is bleak and again I forsake
From the lake I go to a river to a stream soaked beyond my aspiration
I think there for I am, or am I … I breath therefore I live, or do I
All of my senses are working but I find that current controls me thus I’m on standby

The stream introduces me to a stone, sopping I stick and the sun begins its roasting
At the whim of the sun I am ripened my voyage seemingly terminates
I an held to the stone I’m unable to move and fear my destiny is composting
My mind now travels to where I’ve been and what I’ve seen as my time negates
I think there for I am, or am I … I breath therefore I live, or do I
All of my senses are working but I find that sun controls me thus I’m on standby

I’d thought therefore I’d subsisted, or did I… I’d breathed therefore I’d existed, or did I
I’ve seen, I’ve tasted, I’ve heard, I’ve smelled and I’ve touched yet never managed
I never reached my budding or purpose I fear I have done nothing, or did I
Great distances and heights I’ve attained, powerful forces drove me yet was it bondage
I no longer think there for I was, or was I … I no longer breathe therefore I lived or did I
All of my senses stopped working and I find that death controls me thus I’m on standby

by Christopher D. Odom

THE REWARD OF SINCERITY

I was sincere in love. I was honest, devoted, and I invested all of my time and energy to make the union work. You in spite of my favor saw me as feeble and week. What breed of man is kind, honest, and devoted, unless he is week, You would state just prior to letting me go.
Why is it you complain they you can't ever find a man. You always say, " all the good ones are married". You declare you want a man who is sensitive, caring, and honest, a man who can show his true feelings. When I come along, you can't deal with my sincerity, and you leave me all alone.
I often wonder what it is you truly want. I see you with men that beat you, lie to you, cheat on you, and you never leave, yet
my reward for sincerity is loneliness and pain.

by Christopher Darrick Odom

THE PLEAD OF A CLOWN

People laugh at me, make fun of me, push me around, kick me when I'm down. They like to see me cry, nobody takes me seriously. My pain is their pleasure, they find humor in my humility, they laugh at my love.
I am not hurt by the actions of the people, for I am a clown. It's my job to have the masses laugh at me. What really hurts me is that people no longer feel the need t seek me out to relieve their frustrations. They now laugh at real pain.
When humility is true, they laugh. When love is real, they laugh. When someone is truly down, they kick as hard as they can. The laughter now heard in generated from genuine pain. The laughter now heard is generated from genuine pain. This laughter is causing much more grieve to the person that is hurting.
Why must we make clowns of those who suffer? WHAT AM I FOR?

by Christopher Darrick Odom

GOD WORKS FROM SUNUP TO SUNDOWN

We have one hell of a time when the sun is shinning and everything is going right.
We have no respect for life and limb.
Life is just one big reckless party.
God, why he is someone suckers and fools believe in.

When the sun goes down and we find everything is looking dark with no way out,
we go running to him for help.
God works from sunup to sun down.
ONLY WHEN WE NEED HIM, WE CALL.
GOD DAMN I FEEL GOOD
GOD HELP I FEEL BAD

by Christopher Darrick Odom

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