Saddness strikes again at a School.

CRYING

The beautiful day is marred with the news,

the scene is surrounded by television crews.

Kids are frightened , running scared... crying,

shaking their heads, adults are lost and sighing.

Time fades ever so slowly to a stand still,

As I stand waiting, watching as if on a hill.

I truly wonder why we allow ourselves to be so cruel

when we know our lives are destined to be over too.

To be sitting in class wishing of our dreams,

Listening to Teacher, trying to teach us reams.

The shots in the school heard throughout the halls,

bet's are tolling for those doomed to take the fall.

The shooter quits firing and lays down his gun,

others see that he's finished and has had his fun.

With a smile on his face and blood on his hands,

Got starts the new day Crying for his Lands.

There are so many wonderful things to do and see,

So many amazing things the future holds to be.

True, our future is seemingly unknown,

But life without Chances is our Fate sewn.

R. Choate

03/06/2001

Columbine

Remember only we can teach our children kindness for others. THIS past and future are UNnessesary. Do try to remember who listens (and YES they do listen) to you and your actions then repeats them, and give them examples to LOVE and LIVE by.

Blessings,

Rachel

WORDS

WORDS

Words of praise given at no cost,

to those who may have been lost,

is to create wings on my soul.

Words of love, laughter, and cheer,

to those who have none to hear,

Is a gift, as smile that lightens my load.

Words of heartache, sadness, and greif,

to those who feel the same, and alone,

Is a bridge to cross the personal reef.

Words of friendship, joy, and caring;

to those who know naught but hurt,

Is the greatest of giving, a real sharing.

Words shown for all the world to see,

freeing us to be all we can try to be,

Are true feelings to tie us together.

R. Choate

04/05/2001

The childhood saying goes" Stick and Stone may break my bones, but words cannot hurt me.." Well that just isn't so... Words carry a GREAT deal of POWER and DO cause PAIN. Especially for / from children. And where do they learn these painful, hatefilled words..?

In Time of Need I am posting this.

For three days the Goddess Cries

Three days for each who dies.

Time of burials, the sun shines bright,

as She greets the souls, new to her sight.

A Mother, her toddler, and Baby too,

Needless deaths, year oh so very few.

Lost, afraid, and forever out of her place,

Mother's Mask slips madly from her face.

Lost in herself, ready to give up the good fight,

Afraid of lonelyness, regardless of what's in sight.

Forever now out of her suppressed, silent misery,

Together her, the toddler, and so precious baby.

As the funeral hour soon draws near,

I pray to the Goddess, please may she hear.

Free this Mother, from her terrible earthly binds,

Allow her anewed strength for her new lines.

R.

9-5-2003

Rest in Peace

Courtney

I know it isn't going to bring anyone back, but perhaps knowing that others have lived with the pain will help to ease some one else's.

Blessing to You All

Rachel

Weekend is gone once again

WEll once again it is Sunday night and the weekend is fading away. I have been through the Sunday paper looking once more for my JOB. Wish me luck. I know that the comment thingie is weirded out so I know that the few of you that actually look and see have not been able to say HI or G2H.
Anyhow, I figured I'd take a break from the crying jag that "The Ulimate Makeover/ Home Edition" put me in, and post yet again. Instead of whinning or bitching I thought perpahs I would share another poem ( just one time this round lol ) w/ ya'll.

Behind the Mask

Lost, alone, and out of place

never to loose my Public Face

I smile, laugh, join in w/ them

But only I will know my future sin.

Friends I have and friend I be,

But forever seperated from thee

No connection to world or one at all

Pain to determine my pending fall.

Guilt, sadness, and low self esteem

Non allowed ever to be seen.

Mustn't let these feelings through,

The PITY from them would never do.

I know now I can't stay and play,

The building pain never to fade away.

I will miss those who show kindness,

But somewhere, I must find my own bliss.

Not in this world, but perhaps the next,

Away from my plague will I find rest.

Shed your tears for me NOT today,

For I shall greet you On your way.

R. Choate

2001

I suppose I need to get w/ Kari to find the copyrite key.. or how to copyrite my stuff, but I'd just as soon be able to share w/ those who would like to read my poetry. And if that goes over well I'll start one of my novels for you all. OH JOY !!! heehee I know, I know.. I've blown you over.. Tell me do you ever feel like your in a large empty room speaking to NO ONE but yourself, but you Just Couldn't give a Crap ? That's about how I feel.

Here's hoping you ..well like if not enjoy Behind the Mask.

Brightest of Blessings to you and yours

Rachel

I'm Back

Mountain Home

She holds me high to show me the sight

never to shake me, regardless her might.

In her valleys I swim in her tears

the waters washing away my fears.

Providing the nourishment I need,

for all there who may need to feed.

She is a mother, a protector, a giver

to climb up high when comes her river.

So many years away from her imbrace

only to join others in the "Rat Race".

Memories of our times on my walks

of finding her there for all my talks.

Knowing she'll be when I go home

waiting with her ever quiet tone.

Waiting for my return to waterfall fountains

Oh, how I truely miss the Ozark Mountainsj

R. Choate

04/24/2001

For those of us who have left our homes and can't wait to get back again. You know who you are.