Terror Eyes

[Johnnie Hargrave]

Terror comes in all forms ....and along with it's ugly partner ...fear....

controls so many lives....I wrote this in 2006....hope someone enjoys it....

 

3/22/2006 9:30AM

 

Terror Eyes

 

There are many people

Who have stored in their minds

Times they try hard to forget

When someone they looked up to

Chose to abuse them

From that moment on

They see the world

Through terror eyes

 

Two children get placed

In the back of their car

Their parents kiss them

And then get in the front

Another day of happiness

They haven’t gone far

When they are hit by a drunk

The parents are killed

Happy eyes suddenly become terror eyes

 

A man and his wife

Did everything possible

To live a life

Filled with kindness and Love

Retired from their jobs

And moved out to the country

Fulfilling their dreams

One night after midnight

Two strangers came knocking

They answered the door

Wanting to help if they could

The men tied them up

Then ransacked their farmhouse

Killed them

So they could not be identified

Of all the beautiful visions

Gained in a lifetime

The last thing they saw

Was through terror eyes

 

An old woman lives

All alone in a large house

That she helped her husband

Build

Many years before

Everywhere she looks

It’s just an endless memory

At night

They all glow

With the vibrations of love

But she is tired of living

And afraid of dying

If her loved ones

Would ever visit

They would notice

She’s looking at the world

Behind terror eyes

 

A young soldier sits

Half a world away

From his loved ones

Caught in a nightmare

That won’t go away

Constantly thinking

How did it turn out this way

Cold and miserable

Hope is his only companion

While the ones who sent him

Are at home

Cleaning their conscience

Dining in leisure

Sleeping

In a comfortable bed

Meanwhile, the soldier stays busy

Wiping the dust

Out of his

Terror eyes

 

A six-year-old boy

Has traveled down

To the market

Picking up products

That his mother desires

His brothers and sisters

Wanted to follow

He convinced them

To stay behind

As he nears

His home

He hears a rumble like thunder

Looks straight ahead

To see his home blown away

Gazes up as the planes disappear

With a brand-new pair

Of terror eyes

 

If you want to try

And fight a war on terror

There’s something real important

You need to realize

No matter where it is

On this beautiful planet

You have to stop creating

Terror eyes

 

[janice wilson]

interesting poem
we have alot to learn and life has alot to teach us

when we humans listen to our hearts
embrace our love kindness
there is a kind of grace with us
we can be , live in a shelter of grace
i don't pretend to understand it all
but i know when 2 men once held a knife to my throat in mexican ally years ago
the was protection there for me in my innocence , grace , intuition

living well seems to be about the right combination of head intelligence and heart intelligence

alot to learn about life in one lifetime
the help of the wise is very necessary

and we humans should give real love
not create terror eyes
realize life is way bigger than we can imagine
we won't always get what we want
we can learn from our sad times as well as our happy times

someone wise once said .
'why do bad things happen ?
because they can '

life comes with joy and sorrow
good and bad
etc
aligning with our hearts we can grow our own tree of wisdom ~

love from me
janice

[Johnnie Hargrave]

Janice...thank you very much...I really enjoyed what you said.....
hope you will let me know where I can read some of your writings....
If you are interested some of mine are at www.relevations.org
dedicated to Love and Kindness...again thank you ...and may only the best ever cross your path.....
Johnnie
 

[Lynn H]

What is a terrorist?
He is the man who hits his wife
She is the mother who slaps her children
They are the bullies in their schoolyard
It is the driver who drives 75 in a 40 zone
It is the car stereo that wakes you @2 AM
The terrorists from faraway lands do scare me less
Than the people in my own neighborhood

[Johnnie Hargrave]

Thanks for reading and responding Lynn...I like to see words within words....so when you look at terrorist....there is error...
hanging out in the middle...and they do come in all dominations....so many people do not realize that they are terrorizing someone...and so many others just don't seem to care....my Father told me once to always look at the world through childrens eyes....I try to do that because a child that is terrorized takes that with them the entire trip.....
 

[Lynn H]

I was a child I cried a lot
Who held my hand?
I was a young woman
I cried a lot
Who held my heart?
I am grown now
I cry a little
Who holds my life?

I hold my life but you hold my hand and
My heat is open to love possibilties
You are the world
only one heartbeat removed from me
Our faces are not the same
But our hearts beat in the same rhythm