Charles+Labb

Life in deserts was sandy, Life in caves was lonely, Life in ocean was salty, Life in stars was resplendent,
 * Nikhil Parekh**

Charles Labb An ode to a hero

Your not so fast Your not so strong But you stand up for what you believe is right and wrong You cant fly or run up a wall But you make sure the boy dose not fall You may drop down you might even get knocked around but you always make sure you stand your ground So you don’t where a getup and you may not always hold your head up But your someone who cares and your some one who bares You may not turn green when enraged but you protect to keep others from being strained You face reality and you’ve never denied fatality you support the youth and fight for the truth you see in others what they haven’t saw in them self you changed there fate when it faced its darkest hour your not judge, jury nor executioner because your simply smarter your not corrupted, you inforce justice when my fait was sealed and I was lost you found me covered in dust, and decided to brush me off As the smoke cleared I hired a whisper in my ear You have nothing left to fear. this in not just an ode to a hero this is an ode to my hero.

Charles Labb

I knew a man that was Nothing but a ball of fuzz He strolled alone the field one day Then ended up in a pail of hay He screamed and he moaned But not one could here his tone Then a cow came buy And tried to swat a fly The pail moved then swayed Until it came to a gentle lay The man rolled along Singing a happy song When he got home He called his wife on the phone.

Charles labb

Ghazal

Stuck in mind looking for are self we cannot find are self

Opening doors to hallways that remind are self Searching but cannot find are self

Lost in body and mind walking the never-ending hall Frozen within time hoping to blind are self

Opend a door that should of stayed closed Like the drop of the dime frozen in time I stopped my self

Staring into your past staring into your faults Looking forward into the evil tied that for a time resembled are self

Scared for awhile paused caught in are tracks We run toward the tied to fight are self

Creeping closer by the inch then a sudden halt A sour taste aperies like lime to strike are self

As time moves forward you move back ward Looking into evils eyes with a simple line to strike you is to strike ones self

Stepping toward empty halls with head held high Questions cross thru my mind a simple reply I beat my self

Opening the final door entering the light Stepping out of time stepping out of mind I found my self.

Alexander Pope

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd; Labour and rest, that equal periods keep; "Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;" Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n, Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n. Grace shines around her with serenest beams, And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams. For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms, And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes, For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring, For her white virgins hymeneals sing, To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away, And melts in visions of eternal day.