Theodore J. Olson Jr.

Sacramento, California, USA

Theodore Olson is a student at Santa Clara University in California. He has been writing for only a year, but his passion only grows with each passing day. Teddy has already started constructing one book of poetry and his involvement in the subject is expanding. He has also started two other books - a novel and development book. He plans to grow as opportunities arise(can you help?). Teddy is a poet and author at the age of eighteen. What were you doing at eighteen? Teddy is different, he knows who he is and what he can accomplish - anything.

My Hidden Mirror Of Truth

As I stand;
I see many people that come and go.
I gaze at the front door during my hours of rest,
when no one is near.
People come and their bright smiles shine,
while their warm words touch.
Out of all the people,
One face is more familiar then the rest.
I see and watch him everyday.
He is nice to all.
He tries to do so many things for others.
He makes others happy, but hurts himself.
He wore many masks throughout the past.
Now, he only wears half of a mask.
He loves, but is hurt.
He tries, but fails.
And he continues to question.
He knows; but can't fully show.
For the love he has is only half known.
The masks that he wears are only an act,
Nothing true, nothing fact.
This painful hurt from deep inside.
Never revealed, only kept to hide.
A hurt that builds with each passing day,
A pain that grows and never goes away.
I see the way, but he is blind.
A way to life, soon left behind.
For the hurt he carries is hard to bear,
A hurt so helpless because he doesn't share.
He never reveals, the feelings he feels.
I try to help him, for the truth I see.
A unique man just waiting to be.

Why?

Why do the seasons change?
Why does the moon change?
Why do people change?
The thought of suffering is oh so clear.
Why these people, far and near?
Who decides my place in life?
My style? My gifts? Even my wife?
The suffering saddens.
The healing hurts.
Why do they suffer, instead of I?
Does anyone even think that they can try,
to help a little or make a change?
The reality is blind and oh so strange.
The rich dont' bother, the pompous turn away,
as millions of humans suffer each day.
Civilized or not? Who can say?
The passion for life is the only way.
Make an effort, both you and I,
for we are all the same,
through God's saving eye.