Asteria

July 2010 Issue

ALL THE DUST

© Asteria

I see all the dust from the dusks of yesterday

Reflecting in the sunrises of tomorrow

And I realize in my hand I have the power of life.

Not in the shape of a gun,

Not in any type of steel like a knife,

I don’t hold any drug of today,

Nor is suicide a friend anymore.

Life is not controlled by these things,

So don’t be fooled.

The power of life is not only in my hand,

But it is also in yours.

This power is from a concise brain.

A brain able to reason between right and wrong,

Good and bad.

To see things without fear or anger.

To take things as they happen.

Controlling the way you a bad situation, to make it good

Brings you that much more power in your hand.

For after all, without power our machines of life

Cannot run.

And without your life or mine

The world becomes that much more weak and lifeless.

April 2010 Issue

Your Future Path

By Asteria

Secrets hide inside of you

I know I’ll never know

How can I touch your soul

If all I do is turn and leave.

Hope and dreams are what make life

But you say all of yours are gone

Fine, if that is how you truly feel

Then why did I bother to call.

I bothered because you do count and care

Cause no matter what you say

I know that you want life to be sweet

As the smell of flowers and rain.

So why not try living that way for once

By taking on the shadows and fight

You may not realize the strength you have

But you can go all the way.

Because sometime after the battle is won

There is a life you want to live.

Without the pain and fear

And tears are all worn away.

Believe me my dear friend

If just this once

The battle won’t be easy

Oh but the wonders you will win

It is worth the scars you might obtain

While fighting the battles in the rain

Yes hope and dreams are worth the fight

And I will be here at the end.

January 2010 Issue

UNIFIED

© by Asteria

When dancing in the waves

Do we not feel the sand

Gritty between our toes

Never drying to become land

As we zoom down highways

Do we not see the lives

Daily living and working together

Never united as all man

But hope binds us together

This mortal coil shall stand

To life and all the living

Death does all command