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Ted Aronis Jan 2017
Just for me

TA 2016

I often think about the plan
What does God intend me to be?
For years I cursed about my chair
Why is it, I cried, Why am I here?

Recently, returned to church, the answer came
My return to the program gave me the answer
Clearly it came almost like lightning
Profound the words of my wife, enlightening

We drove together on a Sunday afternoon
She told me what she had realized, God's plan for us
I was amazed, this was interesting stuff
As she drove the story continued

For us the picture was clear we were meant to be here
Things that happened at a Lightning pace
Things that have crawled and given us pain
The day after we started back to church Full life arrived

I thought that evening as I fell off to sleep
That was encouraging, somewhat frightening, but oh so deep
Now I know go and complete that I, This person
I was meant to be here, Where I am

My life at been turmoil, my anger complete
I had been stricken, from my head to my feet
I walked no more, that's all I can see
But at that moment I realized there was a plan, just for me

God helped us build our new home
Perfect, warm, different, clear
This time and this place, I was meant to be here
Away now had gone my anger, My fear

All the dang need, people and things, are comfortably near
The life that I had hated, cursed, and jeered
Suddenly happy, placid, true joy, I was here
Guided a plan, Just for me, loud and clear

Thank you my Lord God
I was stricken with multiple sclerosis in 2002. I have been wheelchair-bound since 2006. I have learned that it is not God's fault, That God did not do this to me and that God is blameless. I have learned that I am serving my time in purgatory with two wheels on my backside LOL
Ted Aronis Dec 2016
A Strange perfume

Not something new. Certainly not strange.
It approached, tickled my senses, And wafted away.
You told of glowing embers far from my reach.
But the Spark was in retreat.

A cold wind falling from the north
Carried a familiar essence, familiar to both.
Clashing with summer warmth the clouds climbed on high,
Torrid warm winds, bright lights, a thunderous roar.

Indeed, not something new. Nothing strange, not unfamiliar.
Gently proceeding and reminiscent of faraway destruction.
Glowing, Building, then raging with force.
The strange perfume fills my head, just running a course.

Burning strong and growing closer, frightening and all-too-familiar.
Blazing spark swirling my head, Burning my eyes, raging blindness.
Not to see, not to hear, just the smoke, warm, rising, filling the sky.
Amber with the blazing, Now goes the sky. The most familiar heat.

The heat of passion, one time here, but Long gone by.
Definitely a mystery, glowing embers far from my reach.
The rain falls, Finally, extinguishing the brilliance.
It approached, tickled my senses, then wafted away.

Some strange perfume, lingering, warm, and not unfamiliar.
She had been there, brilliant and effervescent, a wonder to behold.
She blissfully danced on my soul, warm and so alive.
Somehow A past love, it's fire quenched, as if by, a long cool rain.

From my days with Nancy
Well before I met my wife
Reminiscing Nancy whom I heard recently passed away from ALS. There must've been something in the water back in the old neighborhood as I sit here in a wheelchair.
Ted Aronis Dec 2016
The warning was clear so the report not so near.
This sound still buzzing in my ear.
The warning of a second shot, They did not want us here.
Quickly we retreat.

We walked on in the snow, Cold and slow, Where to go?
The Cold wind deep the sky peace with Violet.
Yet we still remember the sound. That sound buzzing in my ear
The warning clear, it's slap so near

The snow, Deep and cold and our resolve not so bold period
Current tensions presented through adequate noise.
Quickly scatters us, our intentions been spoiled period
All to do buy a blast of adequate noise.
Trespassing has consequences around these parts.
Ted Aronis Dec 2016
Captured by the promise to stand
TA 2016

We see the item, it is something that we need.
They see us looking, and they know we want it.
Unscrupulous, Some. Overburdened, others.
Unscrupulous coveting only profit, stumbling with greed
Overburdened with required proof, abiding by the creed.

However, we stand in hopeful anticipation
Craving participation, seeking validation, a fulfillment of our needs.
Forever, paying the price for being unique
These things, required by a few, but needed, for we are weak.
Many times, Fulfilled, but purchased with full consternation

For help to speak we pay the price.
To claim our independence, we pay in full.
To stand, even up for ourselves, we take a slice.
The things that normally go simple, for this they require flesh.
You see, our needs and their wants rarely mesh..

With no regard to pain, the flesh is extracted
The price is demanded through greed or obligation
Unscrupulous, Yes some of them are
Certification, expensive and required, the price will be exacted.
With no regard to the help needed, our cries unheeded.

We are captured buy the goods that pave our very way
The prices and their intent, we lack the power to sway
Simply, if we need it we have to pay.
If they claims in the end are shown untrue,
There is little, if anything, That we can do.

To a greater or lesser degree it's true.
They manufacture, package, and ship it to you.
But, they will extract their flesh,
Arizona makes promises and quickly reneges
Shameful, unscrupulous, and likely burdened with guilt.
Ted Aronis Dec 2016
Elementary anxiety taronis 2014

Anxiety fills a young man's heart.
What to do, where to start.
He'd seen her first at the age of seven.
Time for a move or hold off forever.

Many times it presented itself.
Elementary fears stifle him.
This pursuit cut short, he loses his resolve.
He ponders, he thinks, And waits too long.

The opportunity presents itself.
Young man, take a chance as this may be your last.
Looking back with regrets hurts more than rejection.
You've seen it, be swift in the selection.

If you let it go to spend your life
Looking back, Wondering, and shedding tears.
You'll carry that torch, never forgetting, through all your years.
So act fast. Take that chance. Do not give in to your fears.

She has looked and wondered why.
He looks, almost speaking, Why so shy?
Anticipation fills Young girls heart.
Dare to ask. Adventure, courage, give it a start.
Yeah remember the speechless days. Faced with the girl with whom you were afraid to speak.
Ted Aronis Dec 2016
now that I am at that point I see what he was talking about
now that I’ve lived this long I understand his words
he taught me valuable lessons that I had been too young to learn
he told me it was all about choices, choices that put us here

Perhaps I was not old enough or wise enough
not prepared to pass these lessons on
perhaps too young and making decisions  before the path had begun
staring blindly before the track was laid

He warned me it could go this way, driving
driving while still having to pay, headstrong unwilling to sway
I thought I knew better than he, my mistake
my bond to hold tight in my own foolishness

I thought it was ready to pass it on
I thought I had seen enough, my mistake
for one I love, through my lack of guidance
paid with days he cannot get back

my son, I have let you down, the hour was late with the word
you went that night as a boy and fate and pain forced you on
forced you on into an early manhood, days lost, forever lost
wearing the green, waiting for us, behind cold walls
taronis --11
Written for my son Joseph. I felt that I failed him for my lack of guidance.
Ted Aronis Dec 2016
If I care about the fate of the innocent,
be they killed as innocent bystanders or killed in vitro,
and I vote accordingly, I am called the religious zealot.

Then, when I vote for life,
irrespective of my reason for voting there,
I am labeled with phobias, angry, and mean.

When I vote my conscience,
With respect to my own beliefs,
I am attacked by those who call themselves tolerant.

The blatant reality says that if you agree
They give you tolerance, false love, and Little peace,
For a short time, and now, they feast on ******* birds
I will not sit by idly and say nothing.
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