Love

Love is hate, happiness, and uncontrollable feelings,

Love gives you rage, but at the same time comfort ability,

Love is within you towards another elegant being,

Love is the color in a black and white movie,

Love is sexual: kissing, hugging and the simple hand holding,

Love is a time stopping moment,

Love is my beauty, like watching the sung go slowly down and a-waiting for the next day to come.

Mother's Day

Today is the day all mothers look forward to the most,

When the children and father becomes the new host,

We cook, we clean, we smile, and we laugh.

But through it all, this day is only special to the mothers who appreciates kindness from the child’s heart.

Then we exchange hugs and kisses,

For that special moment to shine in the darkest of places,

And to never give up hope in the love that we share together,

Together forever we are bonded to one another until death do us part,

For shall that day to come, no man nor women shall be happy,

The heavens will weep and the Gods will have sorrow but yet our love will stay strong,

Love between a mother to a son is undeniable and will last forever and ever.

Happy Mother’s day mom, You deserve it!

~Anthony D’Alanno

Enough

Enough pressure from my parents

Enough pressure from my friends,

Enough black mail

Enough money,

Enough is enough.

With the world turning evil and on a one way course to its ultimate resolution we need to do

Enough stoppage to pollution.

With the society today, we need to act so there will be a future,

Enough talk of the talk

Enough promises you cannot keep

Enough murder, death, and sick-oh’s

Enough daydreaming and dilly daggling

It’s Time to live without regret and never look back.

My Bud Heath

i wake up everyday,
and today happens to be the 5th of may,
i brush my teeth,
then walk to shcool with my bud Heath,

Heath is cool
Just last week we had a duel,
i won of course with my plastic tool,
a sword with strength as srong as ten men and as fast as a mule,

Heath and i hang out every night
and man what a beautiful sight,
the stars are gazing and the moon aint complaining.
but then Heath and i get into a fight.

Heath is so cruel,
he acts like a 3 year old petting a dog
so i push him away into a dark heavy fog,
Never to be seen again till he masters riding a hog!

Why God Doesn't Help

Here is an I AM poem i wrote on a different interpretation of God.

I am god,

I wonder if my creations are thriving,

I hear their cries,

I want to help,

I am god.

I pretend not to hear them,

I feel so sorrow about my actions,

I touch the sky, making rain fall down against my unempirical creations,

I worry that I cannot do anything at all,

I am god.

I understand my limitations,

I say to my creations, to pray,

I dream of a powerful economy,

I try to help

I hope I can by not getting involved,

I am god.

I wonder if I make a difference,

I hear nothing in my existence,

I want to be known for my time is short,

I am god.

I pretend I am significant yet,

I feel nearly nothing,

I touch the souls of my beautiful art work I once created,

I worry how they will do without me,

I am god.

I understand that my time is now gone,

I say my last goodbye,

I dream of my art work creating more works of art,

I try to forget of my failures,

I hope life is sustainable with me painted out of the picture,

I am but no longer a factor of life; I am… god.