chapter eleven : the tale of five

one for the punch.

Published Wednesday, August 16, 2006 by p-h-i-l | E-mail this post

it all begin with a dream,
one, just one dream,
democracy or just crazy?
whatever you called it,
i found myself soon elated to its prospects.

who would have thought?
and with sheer incidental,
democracy found its way back to class,
demos and kratos,
the very fight for the first week was won.

and by the second week,
myth and tales begin to unfold,
and it spread its wings
and uncover stories,
long told before time immemorial.

what was installed for the third,
could no less be than what would be
on everyones lips till life's end.
i have a dream, he said
and that very question remains,
do you have a dream, do you have a dream today?

only leading it to the fourth.
four was always the special,
and the fourth bound much,
from hands, to feet,
and from eyes, to lips,
only to show that we need each to work,
for no man was an island.

five, significant five.
for five when back to one.
one fundamental understanding of love,
and what ' i love you' really meant.
that they may see the love of a father or mother,
through their works.

one, it only takes one choice to love,
one decison to make it, or break it,
one made the difference.
it had to go back to one.
thus, from five, it lead back to one.
because one makes the difference.

i educate, that you may see,
and that you may understand,
and finally that you may stand for your rights.
i do not teach, but show an alternate
to a way to live.

for like the end of each shows,
all great show must eventually conform itself
to the falling of the curtain.
this show is ending,
and every ending needs to go out with a bang.

the decision remains with you,
the ending of the show is your's to determine,
so, would you end it on a high,
or simply a low note?
for at the end of it,
one decision made,
makes the difference.

for my friends in alpha, beta, delta, gamma, omega, pi, and sigma