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Jason's Thoughts

This poem is actually written by Jason at some odd thousand feet in the air, on a plane, on the way home from Tulsa. Leave a comment on what you think. Raise your hand at the voting polls never think it doesn't matter.



Hands Up



One more time for a lost generation

No wars to fight nothing more to remember

That was our declaration

All until the 11th of September



Lives were taken

And millions shaken

Like the foundation

Of everything that has built a nation

Had all at once deteriorated

Once the spirits were infuriated



Now look at where we are

So far from when this all started

Back before I was allowed to drink at a bar

I sit here tonight empty hearted



We spend our time these days seeing what freedoms remain

So that we may erase them from the paper one by one

Our own declaration of dependence to the insane

Until none are left for our four fathers nations son



United we stand and divided we fall

That was weakness for all to bear

Once the airplane entered the wall

As our nation failed all we could do was stare



So we directed our bombs at the ones responsible

With an alternative motive always probable

We set out to do more damage than the damage at hand

With our generation to dance to the beat of his band



Asking now for the blindness to end

For a generation to break no longer bend



I'm asking you to wave your hands in the air

But not to wave them like you just don't care

Let's put them up high, high in the air

To ask the question why we're still there



To ask how many rights should we sacrifice

To live our lives in a paradise

Where all is taped, watched and recorded

As thousands more caskets are boarded



Those that are still fighting

To protect themselves no longer for a cause

To set the cheek free from the biting

And understand that I am saying this without regret or pause



Learn from the actions set before you and before me

Learn from the example of those lost on flight ninety-three

Put your hands up and choose to question

Demand leadership and direction

And not look at this all as only a suggestion.



-J




And the following poem was written for me last mother's day----awwwwww it's so sweet!


Mom


Hello...
The first words she tells you
As she holds you in her ams

Stand...
Holding your waist
Steadies your balance
Creates the foundation

Walk...
Holding you between her legs
Arms stretched out high
Diaper hitting the ground

Learn...
Reads, adds and subtracts
The concepts start blurry
She creates focus

Trust...
Holding you high
High above her head
Never lets you fall

Honor...
Windows busted
Rules broken
She teaches you responsibility for your actions

Love...
She never lets anything bad happen to you
She is always there for you
Never asks for anything in return

Fly...
She sets you free
She wants you to apply what she has taught you
Wants you to go but never wants you to leave

Congratulations...
You have become a good person
Make sure she knows you love her

Goodbye...
The last words she tells you
You love her and it will always show
She lives on in you

posted by Jason Shroyer at 11:03 PM | 1 comments

Travelocity

Are these the Travelocity knomes or the smurf brothers???