In memory of my beloved cousin Mitzi
08/08/1958 - 01/03/2005
As evil strikes our soul,
our body weakens to the touch.
Uncontrollable pain invades,
troubling the mind with endless fear,
for the unknown lingers inside and out,
like a rushing stream flowing throughout,
with no set speed limit man can bestow.
Comparing my body and soul's limits to a man-made vehicle,
just my way of expressing similarities set in motion.
Both have parts that allow us to function,
but with some lacking, we may slow down and crash.
The engine can run without a carousel, or torso.
We're able to crawl with no wheels below us,
pressing on the given peddles, enabling us to stop and go,
choosing a speed limit, whether fast or slow,
until the power that feeds us vanishes in thin air,
we seek for more, fill up, start the engine,
and get back on the road again.
While on the go, body parts begin to rust to a screech.
Dialing "911" for aid and desperate repair,
some will be mended as others cannot.
Functioning to the beat of the roaring engine,
climbing the miles to a countless measure,
till there's no room to reach out for more,
coming to a halt, still in search of some shelter,
as the roar eases, the breathing slowly decreases,
awaiting its final breath of exhaustion,
freeing oneself of the agony of defeat.
Leaves are now falling, with no one to brush them away.
The sun rising and setting day by day, then fading away,
Battles fought on four wheels. . . our Arms and Legs...
Visioning through shades of crystal glass. . . our Eyes...
Invisible strength beyond repair. . . our Mind...
Beating to the engine's powerful roar. . . our Heart...
A carousel holding its parts. . . our Body...
Exhaustion letting out the steam. . . our Soul.
God first created man, then woman,
each held by a body and soul, only separate functions,
One to lead, the other to follow,
and as time goes by, creating another.
The calculation becoming countless,
while one soul rises, another is reborn.
Space left behind by one soul, filled by yet another.
An endless cycle keeps on turning,
while sun shines with non-stop yearning,
beaming down on all souls below,
interrupted by tear drops falling from the sky,
feeding the thirst of natures's creations,
growing to a length that goes beyond time,
and to a speed without any sign.
We are all A Vehicle With A Body And Soul.
God created us. . . we created the vehicle.
