A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
"Oh, God, don't let them die! "
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
"Please help me find my boys!"
"They're four years old and wear blue shirts;"
"Their jeans are blue to match.""
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, "
"And they don't have a scratch."
"They said their daddy put them there"
"And gave them each a cone, "
"Then told them both to wait for Mom"
"To come and take them home."
"I've searched the area high and low, "
"But I can't find their dad."
"He must have fled the scene, "
"I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
"He could not flee the scene, you see, "
"For he's been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused and asked,
"Now, how can that be true? "
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came "
"And left a kiss for you."" "
"He told us not to worry"
"And that you would be all right, "
"And then he put us in this car with"
"The pretty, flashing light. "
"We wanted him to stay with us, "
"Because we miss him so, "
"But Mommy, he just hugged us tight "
"And said he had to go."
"He said someday we'd understand"
"And told us not to fuss, "
"And he said to tell you, Mommy, "
"He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words, " I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.
-internet poetry written anon
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
A question was posed to me recently. I thought I’d share.
How do you blend in so well and stand out so clearly at the same time?
It is a contradiction that many people don’t understand, and have trouble reconciling. I’m writing this here, because I feel compelled to. It is a waste of words to explain to someone how one is one’s self. I’m not saying I am unwilling to define myself, I merely answer within the confines of the extent of personal willingness to understand. I answer with the words many of us have always used… “that’s just how I’ve always been, I don’t know.”
Of course I know. But why would I want to explain how and what I am to someone that would react differently given the whys? How would you explain to someone that you have a higher capacity to love because you’ve lived without it but can taste it in the air? How do you settle someone’s mind by explaining that you smile everyday because you understand true happiness when you have absolutely nothing in their opinion to be happy about? How could anyone teach another to feel no pain or fear by sending them through the same tests of fire that cleanse us of those things?
Is it hard for me? I have a natural want to teach, but I would never begin to assume such lessons could be simplified or made easier to learn. Fortunately, the mass is content to just know what the best way is and never know why. I could never be content in that. We were given this dirt to watch over. I want to not only know how to watch it, but how it feels, how it moves, how it tastes.
It’s the negatives that keep most people away from the bigger understanding. Would you suffer the years of migraines, solitude, hunger, depression, haunting visions, and the worry of your friends and family? Would you stand at death’s gate with the promise of peace, and turn your back on it? Would you endure the raw throat from waking up screaming? Would you throw yourself through the thorns and blades to prevent a stranger from feeling a papercut? Could you hold your tongue when you know something terrible is about to happen but needs to for something greater to happen?
I blend in because I’m not supposed to be here. I stand out for the same reason. My hope is that there are more answers, and more people that have hunted them out.
In but an instant understanding comes to the weak
And the newly weak call for mercy.
New eyes see the coming darkness and set to fear
The aged are weathered to the battle ahead
This is not an end but a cycle that is long waged
The fragile light breaks and becomes dark
In the same toss does the dark become the light
Confusion is fast to the newly awakened
My word is for rest and calmed spirit
I prepare not my weapons this of all times
The injured will need me strong and willing
With wings folded we wait and rest our minds
You will have my sword and my shield at ready
But this day I am bound by earth and silence
I will take flight again when I am called.
how lovely you must be---
To leave your home in heaven,
to guard a child like me.
When I'm far away from home,
or maybe hard at play--
I know you will protect me,
from harm along the way.
Your beautiful and shining face,
I see not, though you're near.
The sweetness of your lovely voice,
I cannot really hear.
When I pray, you're praying too,
Your prayer is just for me.
But ,when I sleep you never do,
You're watching over me.
I follow a guiding light that seems to be mine alone. That can not be the case, for I am surely not alone. Am I no angel, nor demon for that matter. Yet I am an angel, as well as demon in any matter.
I feel that time is of the essence, and others that have spoken out have expressed similar feelings.
So to begin, let me define myself.
I am Cen. I live in randomness. The arrogance of things that come too easy for me has led me living each moment without plan or precursor. Naturally, a retrospective view has closed certain doors to me. Things I should or could have done to be in different places have plagued me. Potential is my greatest gift, and worst curse.
I've been told that everyone has known someone that just shines. A natural leader of sorts. A person that stands out in the multitude. A light that guides the rest. A person that affects everyone they touch. A person that is humble to the servant, and master of the masters.
I hope to find other such people.