Tigsy's blog: "Poetry"

I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight I don't want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies You didn't put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids I want to say you didn't ... but in a way, you did You pound your fists into my chest, you're hurting so inside I want to say you'll be OK, I want to tell you lies You left chemicals within his reach and now it's in his eyes I want to say your son will see, not tell you he'll be blind You ask me if he'll be OK, with pleading in your eyes I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies I can see you're crying as your life goes up in smoke If you'd maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke Don't grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive Don't make me tell you they're all dead, I want to tell you lies I want to say she'll be OK, you didn't take her life I hear you say you love her and you'd never hurt your wife You thought you didn't drink too much, you thought that you could drive I don't want to say how wrong you were, I want to tell you lies You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time How could she have fell from there? You thought she couldn't climb I want to say her neck's not broke, that she will be just fine I don't want to say she's paralyzed, I want to tell you lies I want to tell this teen his buddies didn't die in vain Because he thought that it'd be cool to try to beat that train I don't want to tell him this will haunt him all his life I want to say that he'll forget, I want to tell him lies You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun Now you want me to undo the damage that's been done You tell me she's your only child, you say she's only five I don't want to say she wont see six, I want to tell you lies He fell into the pool when you just went to grab the phone It was only for a second that you left him there alone If you let the damn phone ring perhaps your boy would be alive But I don't want to tell you that, I want to tell you lies The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn And we couldn't get them out of there before the whole thing burned Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, as they slowly burned alive But I don't want to say those words, I want to tell you lies But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you, You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine I hope you understand, sometimes, I have to tell you lies

We sit and we type,and we stare at our screens ... We all have to wonder what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam through the rooms in a maze, Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes ... Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody to type out our name ... We want recognition,but it's always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt ... In IMs we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships,but why we don't know ... But some of these friendships,will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen we can be so bold, Telling our secrets that have never been told. Why is it we share the thoughts in our mind With those we can't see,as though we were blind. The answer is simple,it is as clear as a bell. We all have our problems and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people,but tell someone we must ... So we turn to the 'puter and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy,the truth still remains ... They are Friends Without Faces and odd little names.

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me... If tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry The way you did today, While thinking of the many things, We didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too; But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, In heaven far above, And that I'd have to leave behind All those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye. For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do, It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad, The thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while, I'd say good-bye and kiss you And maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized, That this could never be, For emptiness and memories, Would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne, He said, "This is eternity, And all I've promised you." Today your life on earth is past, But here life starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last, And since each day's the same way There's no longing for the past. You have been so faithfuL So trusting and so true. Though there were times You did some things You knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven And now at last you're free. So won't you come and take my hand And share my life with me? So when tomorrow starts without me, Don't think we're far apart, For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension. One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone forever. The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with all its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and its poor performance; Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control. Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet to be born. This leaves only one day, Today. Any person can fight the battle of just one day. It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternity's Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down. It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad, it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring. Let us, therefore; live but one day at a time

Every special person who touches our life, Leaves their own unique mark on our heart. A mark which can never be chizzled away, Even if the years eventually pull us apart. We can take on their expressions and such, The more we share of ourselves together. It's those little things about another person, Which can remain a part in us forever. People who we have met throughout our life, Become a part of the person who we are today. We learn and we grow from the relationships; Each one touching us, in it's own special way. We laugh about spending too much time together, When we think we have become like each other. But it just shows how much we've been touched, By the relationship we have found with another. Those special people who can touch our lives, Are like precious jewels amongst life's treasures. They shine on us and leave a lasting impression; An unique mark on our heart; A gift without measures.

The Dash I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone From the beginning...to the end. He noted that first came her date of birth And spoke the following date with tears, But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. (1934 - 1998) For that dash represents all the time That she spent alive on earth... And now only those who loved her Know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own; The cars...the house...the cash, What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash. So think about this long and hard... Are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left, That can still be rearranged. If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real, And always try to understand The way other people feel. And be less quick to anger, And show appreciation more And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before. If we treat each other with respect, And more often wear a smile... Remembering that this special dash Might only last a little while. So, when your eulogy's being read With your life's actions to rehash... Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash?

I'm Just Like You I have been where you fear to be; I have seen what you fear to see; I have done what you fear to do; All these things I have done for you. I am the one you lean upon, The one you cast your scorn upon, The one you bring your troubles to, All these things I have been for you. The one you ask to stand apart, The one you feel should have no heart, The one you call the "man in blue"; But I am a person, just like you. And through the years, I have come to see That I am not what you ask of me. So take this badge, take this gun; Will you take it? - Will anyone? And when you watch a person die And hear a battered baby cry, Then do you think that you can be All these things you ask of me?

Believe in your heart that something wonderful is about to happen. Love your life. Believe in your own power, and in your own potential, and your own innate goodness. Wake every morning with the awe of just being alive. Discover each day the magnificent, awesome beauty in the world. Explore and embrace life in yourself and in everyone you see each day. Reach within to find your own specialness. Amaze yourself and rouse those around you to the potential of each new day. Don't be afraid to admit your less than perfect; this is the essence of our humanity. Let those who love you help you. Trust enough to be able to take. Look with hope to the horizon of today for today is all we truly have. Live this day well. Let a little sun out as well as in. Create your own rainbows. Be open to all your possibilities, all possibilities and miracles. Always believe in miracles.

WHEN YOU CALL I risk my life for you and you don't even know me… You call me day or night. You call when you are frightened or alone. You call when things go bump in the night. You call me when you are sick or lost. You call me just to talk. And you call me after others have run away in fear. And EACH time I answer. And I sacrifice that which no other would for you. Some curse me and hate me. But still, each time I COME…

TRIBUTE TO A POLICE OFFICER " A policeofficer is many things. He's a son, a brother, a father, an uncle, and sometimes even a grandfather. He is protector in time of need and a comforter in time of sorrow. His job calls for him to be a diplomat, a psychologist, a lawyer, a friend, and an inspiration. He suffers from an overdose of publicity about brutality and dishonesty. He suffers far more from the notoriety produced by unfounded charges. Too often acts of heroism go unnoticed and the truth is buried under all the criticism. The fact is that less than one-half of one per cent of our police officer ever discredit their uniform. That's a better average than you'll find among clergymen." "A police officer is an ordinary guy who is called upon for extraordinary bravery--for us! His job may sometimes seem routine, but the interruptions can be moments of stark terror. He's the man who faces a half-crazed gunman, who rescues a lost child, who challenges a mob, and who risks his neck more often than we realize. He deserves our respect and our profound thanks." "A police officer stands between the law-abider, and the law-breaker. He's the prime reason your home hasn't been burned, your family abused, your business looted. Try to imagine what might happen if there were no police officers around. And then try to think of ways to make their job rewarding. Show them the respect you really have; offer them a smile and a kind word; see that they don't have to be magicians to raise their families on less-than-adequate salaries."