The Mural

The mural

It brings me great sadness as I reminiscence

As an artist, I never imagined I'd be part of this madness

I just left a funeral, now I'm painting a mural for a fallen friend of mine

For me it’s hard when I realize this young star created by God will no longer shine

A young mother of two on her way home alone tried to live her life to the fullest

All the dreams she followed, now she won’t see tomorrow because of a few stray bullets

In the wrong place at the wrong time is the line that comes to mind

My soul is aching my heart is breaking for the children she left behind

Young boys left to grow to be men without the possibility of having mom as a friend

Children can’t comprehend, as a grown man I don’t understand why her life had to end

So with each stroke of my brush tears inside I cry for a person who was close to me

I ask God why he chose me; no answer, perhaps this is the way it is suppose to be

As I pick up a can of paint that sprays, I again wonder why young life had to end this way

One of God’s singing angels silenced by the violence that took place yesterday

With her blood the sidewalk is tainted, people gather to talk as the mural was painted

Tears flowed on a familiar face that obviously didn’t know; the person later fainted

Respects were paid in the form of flowers laid means plenty people will miss her

I’m sure they’ll never be none more than me; my soul is empty without my older sister.

Written by

Emerson Welch

STOP!!!   THE VIOLENCE

I’ve been anointed and appointed to speak the spoken word

Though I may sound absurd my, words shall be heard

As I speak, your knees get weak as I interrupt the silence

With a blessing in the form of a lesson called stop the violence

So as I preach to each, it’s your soul I’ll reach

Creating hope to help cope as I proceed to teach

So pay close attention to what I mention from now on

Because what I’ll say just may save your child when it is born

So take heed as I lead with the words I write

Creating a land where every man can begin to unite

Putting an end to violenceL for all violence should be through

See any damage I inflict on you, it afflicts me too

So if I hurt someone else, I to hurt myself, get it?

Violence will end if only we comprehend, life is a gift, respect it

Written By

Emerson Welch

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Imagine

Can you imagine a society where everyone helped each other?

Can you imagine a society where everyone loved his or her mother?

Can you imagine how it would be if there were no such thing as hate?

Can you imagine waking up every morning and feeling just great?

Can you imagine a society without prejudice in any shape or form?

Can you imagine how it would be if in the winter every child were warm?

Can you imagine how many lives would be saved if there were no war?

Can you imagine getting everything you wanted and never asking for more?

Can you imagine a society where crimes are never committed?

Can you imagine a society were to drugs no one were addicted?

Can you imagine how nice it would be if there were a cure for all disease?

Can you imagine a society where everyone said please?

Can you imagine how it would be if everyone were respected?

Can you imagine a world where no one felt neglected?

Can you imagine the possibilities if every child attended college?

Can you imagine how smart we’d all be if we all shared knowledge?

Can you imagine how it would be if every little girl won a beauty pageant?

Can you imagine if one day for these things we wont have to imagine?

Written by

Emerson Welch

        

Make A Difference

MAKE A DIFFERENCE

I’m going to make a difference, like it or not

A change may sound strange but I wont be stopped

I’ll be a positive influence to anyone I speak to

It maybe him or her or it just maybe you

Yes, a thought provoking poem is what I intend to share

It’s rare someone cares but if it’s positive I’m there

To make this a better place in which we all live

If guidance is needed, then I’ve got it to give

I may reveal an experience to increase your intelligence

The words may be intense yet they will all make sense

So take a look through the book and I’m sure you’ll find

A reason to make a difference, cause I found mine

  Stop wishing, just listen to the voice in your heart

Cause it all comes from within when you make that fresh start.

                                                        

                             

                                                                                                             Written by

                                                                                          Emerson Welch

 

A Blank Page Comes To Life

A Blank Page 

I love to make a blank page come to life

Creating hope to help cope with the words I write

Words that uplift the spirit in those that hear it, respect it

If you read me as being pessimistic, then you must be dyslexic

My glass is half full though to some it is half empty

If being optimistic is energy, then believe me I have plenty

I appreciate the positive things and accept the challenges of the negative

I will not fail, yes I will prevail for as long as I shall live.
 

Written By

Emerson Welch

                                           

Knowledge Is A Gift

KNOWLEDGE IS A GIFT

Live and learn and you’ll live much longer

Knowledge is key; with it you grow stronger

So keep your eyes open and try to be

The one who learns the most; not like me

I am an individual just like you

If you think it through, you’ll agree with me too

Just be all you can; not what you think I am

For I am just a man and for you I’ve got no plan

You see I am trying to acquire, just as you should

The knowledge of others so I can be all I could

So when adversity arises and God knows it will

In the strongest of tornadoes, I can stand still

I’ve taken all past doubts and put them on a shelf

I exude confidence from within, yes I believe in myself

Some say the sky is the limit; well the sky has no limit

This game called life, I say we can all win it

We should all live and learn and learn together to live

For knowledge is a gift---Blessed is to give.

                                                          Written by

                                                                                                 Emerson Welch