humanity
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the world with humanity
includes the dignity
the path of faith
the peoples in this prison
care , respect and reason
along the way to seasons
the part of year
humans ,animals hear
Você não é ninguém
Como eu não sou ninguém
Você é alguém
Como eu sou alguém
Há uma humanidade
You are nobody
As I am nobody
You are somebody
As I am somebody
There’s one humanity
Let’s thank God and Jesse
Look deep in the mirrorDo you see color?What do you see?Can you see the sins of the humanity,And the hypocrisy creeping at the doorsteps?Blinded by the murky and muddyGlaucoma of jealousy,
It is Good Friday
Remember, remember
When, for Jesus, everything was nasty and sour
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
A dog never bites its owner
Many politicians vociferously lie
Many politicians either hide or omit the truth
Many times, I sit down quietly in a booth
Liberty has been taken hostage, abducted in many parts
Of the world
Freedom is often smothered, suffocated in many hearts
In this world
Yes, I am thinking about the human race
Please note that race has ‘four letters’
And most four-letter words
Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
That is what the human race has become,
A mirage of too many a face,
With
Broken down dreams
And
Craved fantasies.
Humanity Began Its End
When Value Had A Face
Worth Had No Cost
Pricelessness Reaches Attainable, As
Worthlessness Became The Currency
Of Forgotten Souls Whose Hearts
Dreamworld’ssustained dramaselectively alluringleaving uschoking onbroken bits ofdreams andmemories ….Time to awakenfrom sleep!Strip away oxgoadsthat constrain us,
Why limit oneself to a single colorWhen one can enjoy all the colors of the rainbow?Look up and gaze at the stars. The clouds are lowBut only two colors are breaking the door.
Rain sits upon the Autumn leaves,Is wet, cool, and gives gentle breeze.That new life dawns just over the hillWhen April again brings forth fresh drizzle.
The man on the corner with nothing to spare.
But who would pause to help him?
Watch as people stride past,
They do not dare look him in the eyes.
I always wondered why humans made their own rules
They made themselves seperate from animals like wolves and tigers, and mules
What's the point of elegance and making oneself's rank higher
Now I TRULY BELIEVE That My Poetic Readings...
Reflect A ... Voice of Reason...
That’s NOT Always Pleasing...
But Deals In Straight Speaking...
That REJECTS... Deceiving... !!!
And The Type of Glass Ceilings...
So Who Now Knows Which Way To Go ... ???
In This CRAZY Time Where Corona Vibes Are TAKING LIVES ... !!!
And Where Protest Lines Are Now Causing Fights ...
Because of Race Ties That REALLY AREN’T NICE ... !!!
Every part is my favorite, but
one of my favorite favorites is
how your favorites have become mine. How
every love of yours lies latched to my eyes like
BLACK AND EVERY LIVES MATTER
Much more to humanity than being White or Black, no inferiority nor superiority.
No African No American and nothang like Asian. All I see on earth is humans.
listened
into the conch
of his eyes
underneath convergence
of contrail planes -
woeful notes
of a dirge
glided downwind
allayed in nosegays
of wild flowers
We’re sorry this place is reserved for another
It’s not your skin or your color
Nor the name of your mother
I wish I be a winner, for I've came a long way & still I got so far to go being a racer.
Ride all day I think I lost my way. But love on my mind ain't a player.
I wish one day I would wake up when everyone is minding their own business,
Being determined with profit not loss,
Engaged in their lives rather than their minded wives,
THIS Piece of Poetry Is To... My Mans'... !!!!!!
Whether... GOOD or BAD... !!!
RESPECT To BADMan...
NOT For Being BAD... !!!
Everyone’s screaming just out of sync,
everyone’s begging for someone
to please
be proud,
please,
tell me I’m worth loving,
WE are the priveledged ones,
taking these deaths as our time to have fun.
WE are not affected and WE cannot be told what to do,
as the rest of the world stands silent and blue.
Some People Are EVIL ... !!!
Some People Are Nice ...
Some People Believe ...
In The Lies They Contrive ...
Black People White People Yes ALL TYPES of People ... !!!
Like the sound of distant coughing
the masks of people’s courage fail
and we flail in amongst our daydreaming fears
the tears of beast we don’t normally acknowledge
if you can't believe in yourself,
you can leave the task to me
when you're feeling worthless
know that you matter to me
because when i look at the world,
So What Is The Position of The ... " Human Condition " ... ???
Humanity, I love you
for you bring me
to my knees.
You've taught me to
be patient, kind,
but also
how to breath.
When I started
working with
people who
have nothing and
So What Does LOVE REALLY Mean To You .... ???
Your Lovers' Touch Or The Things They DO .... ???
That Make You FEEL Your Love Is REAL ... ?!?
Soil-
beneath
our feet,
the ground on which
we stand
pulverized rock and
organic matter-
a rich humus
fertile catalyst
womb for seed-
for sprouting-
thus, growth.
The inhalation after the sprint.
The rain after the drought.
The forgiveness after the wrong.
The human capacity to love
and to choose love
and to choose love
and to choose love
amidst despair,
I SEE ALL BLACK.......
I fear of being all black.....
If it goes on how it is...
I fear It could be all black...
If it's not the call to end up violence..
If it's not the dawn for a new society...
We believe if we were to confess what we believe
Everything we ever knew and loved... we would be free
Arm in arm, carefree as can be
Reminiscing about our life before and what we would do
Intelligence laughing at us in the wind people being flown as kites in another part of the universe laughing in the wind at how small we really are not unique special or intelligent gliding in the wind brown, Black, tan, white where color is only
An old Man lies dying
In the cradle of his birth.
Choking, Burning.
His breath grows shallow,
And his eyes fade dim.
In doom, he is
Death, a cold ice that freezes our bloom A known silence that constantly loomsIt’s our final reward after the race;From where it comes, no one can traceBut patiently at the finish line, it awaits
I am a man
A simple, 2 bells and one whistle man.
I do not fear my existence. I just am.
My saying this should not offend you.
I certainly mean no harm.
Meaning of life is what,
To search it i travelled alot,
Far and wide, areas so vast,
Went to scholars from saints i asked,
All the answers for me were vague,
From my question now everyone was plagued,
Meaning of life is what,
To search it i travelled alot,
Far and wide, areas so vast,
Went to scholars from saints i asked,
All the answers for me were vague,
From my question now everyone was plagued,
Vide la catastrofe e la chiamò bellaVide distruzione e la chiamò coscienza.
Hai visto una stella collassare
Ordinati a numeri primi
gli universi incrociati a perfezione,una sterile bellezza
We are not sharks:
We have the gift
of stillness.
We do not have to keep moving
to keep the air flowing through us,
You begin to understand the flow a little more as you go
This much I know.
Never here nor there,
It’s ethereal
All around us, in the air.
It’s all around you
There’s no denying it
Black or white
Red or Blue
Left or right
Right or wrong
Good or evil
Truth or Lie
This little part, our corner
Our little dot in the galaxy
We’ve made something for ourselves, didn’t we?
This view reminds me of a Norwegian fjord
though I’ve never seen one in my life.
The magnificent rocks
The world, a child
her mind, a chamber
for nurtouring thoughts
no creature could blame her
stained skin
with blood so pure
they crave for her veins
In search for a cure
Fear is not a concept, but a limitation
Which disables risk across the nation.
Overcoming these fears is the key
To allow you to become, to be.
Fear only disables perception
And causes us to make an exception
The soft green blades graze against my handMy careful ears hear the wind playing so grandMy blind eyes can only see a red blurSome delicious food in my hand I preferThe animals come watch and stare
the greatest crime
in the human timeline
is that we killed each other
enough to think it’s fine
for a baby girl
to hold a gun, count to nine
I've born many a days
Not ever sure that another would come
And yet another one arrives
Because it is not up to me to decide
It's a gift that I cannot deny
And the day that is last
Is much too far off
Люди восхитительны
в толпе приятных апельсиновых веснушек
вокруг всех будничных пасмурных тушек
ты найдешь свое сияние
I do not Know you,.. Why are you here? ..Fuckyou,.. Why do you Plague me so,.? It isn’t yourLife for me.., Be gone from our home don’t fuckwith my head this ways.. Do you even romance your
There's mystery in the depths of the sea.
She is like a second home to me;
It's a place where I want to see miracles and breathe tranquility.
She is the most beautiful of all existence.
"You're something else!" they say."Well aware," I reply.Strangers assess my stateUltimately leaving me there to die.
I am you
You are me
We all have issues
We all have strengths.
So why?
Why am I judged?
Why do you make assumptions
Pass judgement
Ignore who I am.
Regardless of:
what we look like,
what we wear,
who we choose to love with care
We must come together on what makes us the same
It’s hard to believe how far we’ve comeAs we go from learning to walk and talkTo misunderstanding war and lovePandora’s box has a brand new lock
The fields bloody,
The corpses unmoving,
Hope shattered,
Pain as if blooming..
Is this what’s left?
Has anyone gone Carol-ing lately?Have you bellowed out a tune?Laced with rhythms and bluesBeats that dance on their ownHave you rhymed your time?Redeeming the precious secondsOf a new day
Individualized with status and personality,
People are nonetheless the same.
Religious beliefs, race, and anatomy—
All flow in a similar vein.
I have seen into the eyes of a stranger
I have walked the footsteps of a refugee
I have heard the soldiers commands on the battlefield
I have felt the sorrow for someone I have never met
Poetry is an insight to the soulPowerful images built with wordsEmotions drawn from rhymeThere is a world in poetryA story to be heard and cherishedLike a book condensed to linesSimple phrases, hidden meanings Look at a person like a poemAnalyse,
A rock falling lopsided through space.
Yet, we the tenants of such an obscurity,
Consider ourselves to be the makers of God.
With black powder and fossil fuels we go rushing through the blackness,
I believe in people.
I believe in the shuffle of feet
To accomodate peers on the bus.
I believe in the baristas
Who leave art in their lattes.
I believe in the man dancing down the sidewalk
I can't show you what I've been thru, I can only show you what I look like. I can't show you what its like to be me, I can only show you what I like. I can only show you.
Put down the pen for just a moment.
Writing doesn't feed the poor.
Pamphlets cannot house an orphan,
Fliers don't eradicate gore.
You're offended by middle fingers,
But war and famine are okay.
I died nine times to spare the others, I could spare nine lives to save my own. Perspective is a selfish heathen, human decency can't stand alone. We do not care about another. We only care about ourselves. We do good deeds to make us happy.
Humanity knows nothing, and everything is a question, from the insignificant to the minutely less insignificant, like why did I have a bad day, and why does the universe exist.
What do we do when our loved ones need us?
When do we decide to jump to their aid?
Where do we go when they leave us in the dust?
Why do we let them take advantage of us?
It has been months
The vultures take turns feeding on my flesh
I dont know how after all of the harsh weather my remains are fresh
I dont know if i should be vulgar like this
young children are dying daily in Syria
Kashmir is bleeding daily
Yemen is crying daily
Panjab is still recovering from the tears of 1947
blood and tears is what is filled the radcliffe line
It is I,
but you probably don’t know me.
Because I am a somebody nobody sees.
Of course you may see
--as we are all capable of doing--
but your eyes glance over me,
Dear ETs,
I’m sorry, I cannot find a way
To bring myself to fully answer your question
Regarding humanity’s ending passage of days;
A person who brings about my jubilee,is the one I found in the oddest way. It was there then she told to me,"For the love I miss is uncertain,the love you give is to me." Never letting go I wish to see,to her, my sweet jubilee.I see my star with h
leave no trace
hear the chest rise and fall
the laugh echoing underneath the soles of feet
camouflaging as pulses and hiding as dust
You sit on the concrete slab in the hot sun.
You live there, it is your home.
Do we hold our world in the palm of our hand?
We pretend we are in control,
But all human actions must end.
Water. Air. Wind, Earth, and Fire.
Within the deep black of space,
lies the possibility to explore
and discover more than we can ever hope to.
Imagine the endless possibilities.
Look around you weary traveler
I promise it is grand
If you could but shed
The sadness with you stand
To grief filled eyes
The rain mirrors tears
But brighten and be wise
I may have believed in God
But I always thought the devil was a farce
Sitting in the cramped closet of a church for Sunday School
We are the unfortunate ones,
The ones forged by ash and claimed by fire,
The ones whose whispers they hear as they dance through the blood red sky,
Face flat - cold cement
Strings that hold - strings that break
All the things that you said-
Meaningless.
Yet.We defy. Nature. The odds. Authority.
We fly. We soar. We breathe. We die.
I've risen up from the bottom
I’ve free fallen from the top
I'm down to earth
But the free fall never stopped
I was eventually battered by the waves
The Black (pt. 3)
In the farthest field there is a deep pit
A wound, proclaimed in the dusty outreaches
Of sweeping grass element
Which now and again bubbles and
Blossoms
We are not our brother’s Keeper but that does not make us his Executioner.
What right have we to take other’s lives from them, like a thief in the night?
I’m a woman, and I am angry.
I am angry that I have to do more,
Learn more,
Pay more,
Work more,
Take more.
There is a forest
A dim forest full of dusky trees and damp moss
Tiny critters that scuttle about
Weaving in between the roots of dying oaks and already dead birches
They had a Life full of Fun, neighbours and Family;
Disaster struck and tore it all apart leaving them Funny;
where use to be home is now pile of sand, stones and nothing...
Much is wrong with our society,
Treating people like scum,
This causes some to turn to anarchy,
But choas without purpose is dumb.
We all have a lesson to learn,
Unity is the way to peace,
Dear future,
Life is beautiful, brilliant and glorious,
To be able to look outside and see the plants shake and the moon glow,
To breathe and watch nature's luxuriance,
Dear you,
If you haven't heard it today
I believe in you,
even though we've never met.
I believe in you because I know it is hard
to believe in yourself,
The horn calls
The sky falls
The wind blows
With the sun aglow
The soldiers toiled in their plight
The bird on the trees took head and took flight
Violence for ages, sun up till sundown
Can you hear me now?
As I call out into the silence
shattering the illusion of peace
only to refill the space with
the weeping of the mourning,
and groaning of the dead,
the screaming of the innocent
I count the stars,
splattered across the black marble counter,
waiting for something.
Waiting for the light of morning,
waiting for some meaning,
waiting to see something more.
there is a girl
with gaps between her teeth,
and with hair loose and uncontrolled
that wraps around your fingers
like vines around a hardened trunk.
there is a girl
It's nice outside
I might not hide
Away I go
I'll buy a box of mysteries
Maybe filled with histories
I wouldn't know
Happened to skip a meal today
Saw the bills I forgot to pay
Away I go
We are all cardinals in the night,
standing bloodred against the shadows
as we strive to hide.
Our feathers conceal tears
which have sprung from our veins.
Soar to the sky.
Because I love you
I will s m o o t h out your hair whenever you get frustrated
Because I love you
I will watch movies I. Don’t. Like.
Because I love you
I will go on adventures with you
We are all ruled by time
Our life ticks away
Seconds, minutes, hours at a time
We all begin wound
Our cogs meshing and turning
Just simple time pieces
Ticking away
Freat clocks and wrist watches
We are all ruled by time
Our life ticks away
Seconds, minutes, hours at a time
We all begin wound
Our cogs meshing and turning
Just simple time pieces
Ticking away
Freat clocks and wrist watches
You wake up in the morning, terrified to leave your home
‘cause you know someone will shoot you if you’re out on your own.
You contemplate wearing that black hoodie in your closet,
A hockey team skates slowly over thin ice.
Lonely but not alone, the goalie stands,
Guarding a meaningless area
That has been assigned temporary meaning.
Her head held high, she takes the puck,
A humble woe am I
With many compassions
But no motion for emotion
For there is no commotion
In this non-amorous notion
A lad,
Seeking nothing but the joyfulness
In everyday animation.
The night before, I dreamt of oblivion.
Alone in this world
Yelling into the void
And out of my indecision.
A mere two words prompting a connection beyond.
Forever towards elusive horizons,
Driving away our primitive fear,
An endeavor at best.
Blurs of men zoom past,
Ghosts of ambition,
Echoes of monotony.
Vaguely human
There is a stupidity in this world.
It drifts from person to person
And it lingers in crowds.
It is subtle but so widely stretched
It encompasses the whole of humanity.
Is possible to be who you are when the whole world is against you?
Does it matter if you know who you are if the ones you cherish will only reject you
To be who you are is to experience pain
No one is ever there to hold your head above water while you're drowning keeping them dry. They hover above you and look down on you with idle hands. Staring straight into your pleading eyes telling you to help your damn self.
I'm sick of waiting
for the world to pass on judgement.
I'm sick of waiting for its punishment.
I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come
whether it is ot bring joy
or if it is to bring tradgedy.
Under one nation
What is one nation
We fight a war for peace
Please
Its all an excuse
To hide from the truth
We are never satisfied
We live a life smothered in lies.
To keep ourselves from going mad, we tell ourselves little lies.
"He didn't mean it in that way, it was an accident, it's my fault, he didn't know what he was doing".
Algo está pasando
Que hemos visto antes.
La gente está temblando
Tienes que poner tus guantes
Y prepárate a luchar
Que el presidente está ganando
Que sigues ciegamente como ganado
The blood that runs through my veins is the courage I feel when I arise each morning.
The blood that runs through my veins is the courage I feel when I arise each morning.
Another gust of wind arises, awakening the silent world.
The trees talk with their rustling ferns communicating with an unknown code.
They speak of fear and plead and pray.
A plethora of people from everywhere have seen it unfortunately, but will they ever feel it, live it, breathe it, or know it? I know I live it and am a nominee, but have not physically endured it - thank God.
Person of color. I am a person of color in a land full of free, white men. I am living under rights first given to only free, white men.
You know I think it's kind of funny
How we say, almost excessively,
that are now a more connected humanity
in this, the "amazing" 21st century.
I mean, "We're more connected than ever!", right?
A second class citizen or maybe a third,
To be first you must be rich, no matter how absurd.
You get points if your white, or have a nice sounding name,
For the Latoya's and A-Arons, you'll get naught but shame.
Father God, Mother Earth,
Working hard, but what’s it worth?
We each other both in flesh and in spirit,
We ignore the Mother’s crys, can you hear it?
Our trees are burning into ash,
I never ever claimed to be a lyrical genius or one who spit words from the top of my cranium that could make you so furious because the truth has the effect to cause major pain in sum.
Loved Replaced Abandoned Birds flying in bright sky people gathering feathers to make jewerly succulent being abandoned in the desert ,but being bought for aesthetics
“America the Beautiful” is under siege.
People destroying their own cities - through violence and ignorance - a horrific sight to see.
We’re all different flowers,
born at different hours
But we’re all the same,
blown away by the day
With different names,
He marches side by side
With the one who cries, "Equality!"
Enraged, they wreck and thrash.
Their lips read, "White trash!"
Across the lane she stands,
Blindfolded to the carnage behind.
These days children are crying
Old people are dying
The privileged are whining
"Why can't everyone have MediCare!"
"That's so not fair!"
She stands a witness to history's changes
And winces at corrupted exchanges
The howls of her children burn her ears
As liberty bursts into tears
Unable to fight back; unable to save
The Irony in Having the Name “Hope”
H.C.
My name is Hope and I may be white
But that does not mean that I am blind
To the violence
To the discrimination
When I say BLACK LIVE MATTER, this is what I mean;
Imagine me before a wild uncontrollable fire with a fire
Extinguisher in my hand, it is all I have to beat back the
Flames that threaten to devour me. When I say,
As days turned to years
And faces grew lined
Time grew scarce
And harder to find
And somewhere between the tick
And the tock
The face of our God became
The face of our clock
You ask what is race,
something simple as a face,
the color of the skin,
or your fellow kin.
There is a blank space
Perhaps the world is naught but a bubble,
hovering and twirling with the winds of Fate-
'oer sands of Time, and Wonder.
Our hourglass past a fading dream-
the spark of Hope snuffed like a candle in the breeze.
Built upon bloodshed and mass genocide
maybe the color of my skin did dictate innocent lives
We probably did take it all away
The culture, the land, the native beauty
The attack of a great fiend,
As everything comes to an end,
Black smoke fills the sky,
Tears fill swollen eyes,
Innocence disappears,
Through the walls death peers,
Fire burns at all costs,
SOMETIMES I SHRINK
Back from it all. There are a million bows to tie.
Why should I be studious? Maybe if I were a kid
again I wouldn’t be spoiled rotten.
I never claimed to understand potential.
Awareness is a word in which we tend to agree, something that inspires us to set the lost people free. We listen to the presentations, see the kids suffering from malnutrition, the hunger in their eyes, the bloated bellies.
My face and body are human as can be.
How come however why don't I feel a part of humanity?
I look through eyes and something joins me.
What is this being that is cohabitating, what can it be?
My eyes are unsheltered
My eyes see the disaster
My eyes see all the triumph
What do you see?
Do you walk blindly with your eyes sealed up with threads?
Do you see as I see or do you blink ?
The smiles
The acting
The way people don't notice
All I want is someone to care
To think
To understand
Here I am, an inferno in my heart
A passion made of stone,
A love made so exquisite.
Humanity is not the same,
Yet I can not see myself inside
An envelope of development.
There be spirals of letters,
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
He said it was a moment of darkness,
Yes we know
Some of us far too well,
The deafening echo of the death bell;
in an instance a family is draped in sadness.
And now we question ourselves
We're spreading the odors
Name calling like ogers
World full of freeloaders
Bloaters
Sugar coaters
Quickly speeding others gears
Like motors
She's a true devoter
Motivater
One father is strong enough
to bring up a hundred sons
that is not easy but very tough
and can face a hundred guns
Level, growing in being. different phases, different stages.
Increments, take it a day at a time. make the best of what your given.
We fall we get back up
We crawl we learn to walk
We sing we let out sorrow
We revolt we change the outcome
Souls stride with unbridled passion,
Beings coalescing into a society as
A heterogeneous fluid of
Raw, fearlessly flawed humanity.
Yet why is it
I wake up every morning from a world of illusion.
I open my eyes to a world of pollution,
Mental disillusion
And emotional confusion.
I am that societal contusion of mental dilution.
It's more than just tissues and bone.
It's more than just a pretty face or nice clothes.
It's more than knowing right from wrong.
It's more than your name or your favorite song.
Forlonness and dejection tear at my heart
Serrated claws ripping flesh apart
Searing pain pulsates through a body so maimed
Burning gaze from icy daggers aimed at my shame
Are we not the same?
In the biting cold I walk,
Barefoot and in tattered attire,
My dirty pants, ripped at the knees,
Folded at the waist and tied to my body
By an old and dirty rope coming apart,
This is me, this is morning,
The night sky spoke for itself.
Emitting perpetual promise,
Unlike the pretense of your idols.
Your lens dotted with the dust of pastors,
Fear of heaven,
Mine clear with the spotless faith in
It was at the tender age of 11,
In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven.
I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
Stop pretending you are so nice,
Hidden in the world like dirty mice.
Faking a sugary smile with a honey voice,
Taking a knife to your victims of choice.
You are weak because you can't keep quiet,
What does Poetry mean to me?
The words in my head that I can't get out.
That's Poetry.
My fingers flwing over keys as my head clicks along.
That's Poetry.
Poetry is me. With a computer. And my brain.
A jumble of thoughts
Bunch of nonsense
Meaningless atoms
Combined into ashes
An infinite void
Of blinding black
Of looming white
Everything explodes
Into beautiful nothing
I want to make a distinction
Between “human” and Homo sapiens
“Human” is my choice
Homo sapiens is my species
And I want to make a distinction
Between “animal” and “Animalia”
Maybe I am ill,
Perhaps I am not,
But the issues many of us face
Remain unseen.
So I ask that people read along.
Look into my head,
And into what I have seen.
This is why I write my poetry.
What if instead of spreading negativity,
we shared love?
What if instead of cursing names,
we didn't judge?
What if we instead of watching someone barely stand,
“Evening Suns”
Twilight sets as a black night approaches
Stars twinkle passionately
“Morning Stars”
Crack of dawn greets us before noon is here
Wickedness lurks in the minds of many
A cloud of darkness that conceals all grace.
Death and destruction of which there is plenty
Exists in excess in this wretched place.
But something redeems the people on Earth,
If the world were to crash and burn,
And all life ceased to exist.
What would be my biggest concern?
What one thing, I could not resist?
With not a caring soul or a comforting sound
a discussion with a friend about Extroversion and Introversion
led to this: you're spending the Rest of your life on an island.
if you had the choice between living in Solitude
To live without contact is to never feel a thing,
To live without humanity is to throw away compassion,
I shall never live without human contact.
I do not crave discrimination, corruption, or demoralization.
I sit and ponder to the melody of muse,
Doth time control all, or am I misguided?
For if any soul be more than a mindless misuse,
and while passion’s crucial catalyst remains undecided,
Valuable in my Eyes
The artistic sky
Paints a picture of freedom
For lone gulls to fly.
On this island, “Perfect” can’t even describe the happiness that
These warm currents bring.
Humans are creatures of communication and of isolation.
Like a mixture or light and darkness, a perfect shade of grey.
Other people give us purpose and thoughts,
without one or the other, we perish.
Sometimes we feel lonely
We feel like, if we don't have somebody, then we have nobody.
To feel appreciated it feels like we need have a body.
A voice, a tone, something to be heard.
It is inside of us,
That which I cannot live without.
It gives us spirit,
And our strength,
and our warmth and our hearts.
I find my mind will change itself.
My body will decay.
My thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations
turn to low vibrations and whither away.
All of these material things
that some hold dear to Heart...
I stand, alone.
Here, with no path to expression,
no world through which I can escape.
I am a man, trapped.
But memory surves.
I am not alone.
I have with me the power to create worlds,
As the world lay in ruin, I asked myself,"Did it Pass?" Did the horrible war that forced us to conform,Did the preachers whom to God they're sworn,Did the witches,Died of execution form? Is it past,The reign of terror?The fog through which is uncl
Have Faith
Faith we cannot live without
A life without it,
Is it a life at all? No
The idea of believing that crumbling humanity will overcome the odds
Swirling chaos engulfs my feet
Yet my heart is a welcoming port
As those wicked waves batter the gentle world
Endlessly
Thoughtlessly
What we want is always changing
as a kid it started with a new toy
and then begun the inevitable aging
then we just wanted to be employed
As supposed morally perfect humansWe detest the idea of irrational Four letter words. We avoid saying them aroundChildren, covering their earsTell them to hum lullabies Think happy thoughts
As the sun rises
And the world awakens
And the day commences
Humanity starts over again
Each day brings in new surprises
New rules to add to the book
New concepts to get rid of
The melanin of our skin tones are enough to spark controversy
Gun violence, Police brutality, Black on black crimes… Humanity?!
I love too hard
But doesn’t that me human
But doesn’t that make us human
We find that one
We think is the one
Because we feel in our souls they’re right
Because we feel we can’t go without them
One thing that's been both a blessing and a curse in my life is my ability to see all that's amazingly good in a person; and those are the parts I fallin love with.
Standing in an empty room
bread in hand
all I can do is eat.
The walls are covered with life
unfurling tendrils
vines winding their way to truth.
I see the earth cleaved in two,
The tides drive away,
Sweet angels mourning,
As night befalls decay.
The crash implores the heavy sighs
Of men dying for a breath,
Signalling the final song
You are the tears that stain these pages
You create pain that lasts for ages
You are the wind that rips cities apart
You are the words that break so many hearts
You are the mind that spawns he lies
To be scared is to be alive.
It is the thing that stops us,
Prevents us from harming ourselves.
It’s why we don’t jump out of windows,
Why we don’t stab our eyes,
Why we leave spiders alone.
I stand among scattered ashes of humanity
My heart beats with the rythmn of the digital age.
These eyes reflect imploding constellations
Two feet tread the boulevard of broken dreams.
Spare me those tears
And grant me your ears
The day is no more young
The sun is threading home
Take off your dark lenses
And behold the beauty
The beauty of your dirt
There was a man who ventured off
to pillage and to rape
Gluttons had consumed their home
though
they left not to escape
Greeted on the shore by people he called lovely
Before I came I was nervous, but I became like a man in worship.I stripped off the shells of my insecurity, and embraced a new vision of surety.I found myself among so many flags, all these different colors and rags.
Our words are forgotten as our memories return.
They stopped, and time froze around us.
Enclosing us to this very spot, this very moment.
And although there is such a hatred that plagues our world.
I am but a mere quirk in the face of billions, shifting my way down on a path that shall leave me dispersed.
Times have shaped the outline of my brain, leaving me so estranged from the me of the past,
To the humane eye
A diamond is of the greatest worth
So crystalline, unbreakable
Knowing its untimely value since birth
I am passionate and humble.
I wonder what the future holds for humanity for it seems it desires to be hugged lovingly.
I hear “friends” snickering and mumbling behind each other’s backs.
Teeth bared in the moonlight
As blood drips down her face
The look on his face is priceless,
Intricate, determined, and generally all about,
What is it that has them so intrigued?
Is it the air? Is it the world? Is it the businesses of others?
That makes these people tick?
I'm trapped in a room where the door is always open
When I try to flee I find a sadder story has been awoken
For I have wondered into yet another cell
Only a grander stage in which to scream and yell
Random acts of kindness to the strangers we don’t know.
Anonymously letting our secret personality show.
We are humans that have universes living within.
Can't youcan't you seeI got a dreamjust to beme, myself, and ICan't youcan't you knowI am alivelivingto get by
Corruption uses those faces
Beautiful faces
Have control in reality and illusion
Spawning death everywhere
We need those pretty faces
That inspire and hypnotize
As young people, we are told
"Be yourself; noone can do it for you."
That is awesome.
Then we grow older
And ourselves are not what anyone expected.
That is awesome.
You can be stoic or Mesozoic,Euphoric or prehistoric,A philosophic sage orA hot tropic age yetThe fossils of your past,In the striations of your heart,Unveil the truth at last—
I’m just so tired of all this ad nebulosityBeing lectured on engine wear and motor oil viscosityBeing told I need drugs for emotional well-beingBecause I’m so stressed with all the violence I’m seeing
Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
Such gallant knight went down in flightsuccumbing to the shadow lured to his death by whisper's breathwhile seeking El Dorado. Came the shade within the glade
He stared at the mirror untilhis reflection moved differentthus revealing his enemythis doppelganger hiddenbehind his dresser glass.He punched—shattered itscattering this entity into
Stupendously surreptitiousInnuendo on the rocks.Deliciously denigrated,Drunken with the fox.Imbibed and steeped like Earl Grey,Steaming under the white collarOf studio-excellent executivism.
There was a fundamental disconnectas he thrust out his hand to shakemine and missed three feet wide.One eye looked off left and the otherseemed to stare right through me.
I felt the burly city too,Of brick and horns and sirens,Of rusty metal and broken glass,Of monolithic stone reachingFor the underside of space,And despite the raw strength of it all
He saw the cloudsand took his umbrellaon his sleepy carousel liferound and roundup and downeighty floors highto eradicate his stack of papersbefore his noon expedition
Nature likes citieskeeps man stackedon top of each otherout of her wayso she can roam freein fields and mountainsdown gentle streams
.
Observing the vestiges of common humanity I am engulfed in processes that are reminiscent of the ages when obfuscation was predominantly a matter of undiscovered science converging into a
He thought he shared the universe with all;Heard many voices in response remandAn inundation—words unlike his call,From the desert-bare cliff across the sand.Some morning from the parched and thirsty ground
They say I’m waxing philosophic.But it’s only a car and so what if I like it shinyit’s mine and it reflects the sky, the sun, the moon,the stars and, in a way, me, connecting me to the universe
Liquid bodiesfluid mindswhy not heartsthat freely pour?They congeallike Jell-O on ice—for a timethen calcifyin reticent mineralitycompounding the granite wall
It’s up to us to make it workbut how can weif death holds sway?And yet I still say:no, waitone minute now, shut your eyessee it therein your mind’s eyeshining from afar
Fossil fashions,The relics of yesterday,I dig through my drawers.TV, radio, papers, people,A thousand words a second,A downpour floods my garden.The sun shines on all,
I've been told that the world is not rainbows and sunshine.
That's fine.
But what is it do you want this world to be?
Because everything in this world is the same:
How easy it is to lose what we cling to!
How fragile, these shining lives, how easily extinguished,
yet how beautiful.
Our bones - reliable, powerful, wonderfully crafted,
are but toothpicks
Follow me in to the great bright light
Where courage knows no cowardice
And fear has no place among the bold
Follow me in to the rich golden light
Where dreams are achieved
A tree standing as a soldier on the front lines
dives into a burning ocean
of glorious flickers and flames:
A tree that does not make a sound,
because nothing is there to hear it splash.
Mediocrity is dominant in the addressing of global issues. 'The world will heal, just give it time.' That time is mine granted by
Look down
neat squares of concrete march past
straight corners and perfect lines
Look ahead
glazed eyes move with measured pace
fresh minds and stale thoughts
Look up
I am in love
No, not with a boy
That could never be enough for me
I am in love with humans
With the taste of rain
And acts of kindness
So if you want my heart
It's taken
We're condemn to this life
Whether we like it or not
To wither away
And fall to our death
The cycle begins
All over again
As I look for my new spiral notebook in the morning
I see this old spiral notebook
the yellow spiral notebook
before that yellow spiral notebook,
there were many spiral notebooks
The First Day I heard - Eye for an Eye
I became so happy
I thought is he giving me a letter -i for another -i
Or is he High or should I just say Hi?
The beauty of the sky, a lake of blue
to own a piece of this glory beyond.
God's creation gathered round He knows who,
on the eve of the beginning he dawned.
A forest of majestic green wonder
Fear and joy go hand in hand
Resent for the other is not what I intend
For both can lead to either's path
And why the frightening can make me laugh
Morality is a skewed philosophy
even within nature we are confined
in chains
from the depths we crawled
toward the sun
into the trees
wiping sweat from our brows
liberty
Here is a poem
About a flawless person:
It does not exist.
Everyone has their flaws.
Some people are kind of clumsy.
Others simply are very shy.
Who are you to tell me what I am and what I’m not
Where I come from, where I’ll go
What I have been through and what I’ve seen
What I will go through and what I’ll be
Who are you to say I am wrong
The tears that are surfacing upon my eyes and leaving glistening trails of a salty substance are not there for the comfort you had given me.
As the government cleans itself, it sees what is outside itself as more dirty.
Ode to the lost ones who are just trying to make a dime from a nickel
Ode to the crazies who are all out of options
Ode to the fuckers who give us crap about how "You're poor because you're lazy"
Energy, Great, Cute
Why do I need a filter?
Fun, Sarcastic, Sweet
Why do I need to be fake?
Nice, Helpful, Talented?
I don't need a filter to live.
they look at me and all agree
they think im a stuck up white girl
like, "she probably gets all her shit for free"
ive got blonde hair, blue eyes.
and my skintone is real white
I am Invisible, Determined
I wonder when I will be heard
I hear a faint whisper
I see a hand held out
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom
When I am excited
Because I am just me
I sing out loud
While my headphones are on
Because I am just me
I listen to myself talk
I grew up in a world,
el mundo,
le monde,
of seven billion people.
Everyday this number grows and grows
and trust me it shows and shows.
From the depleted renewable resources,
In the truth that is the existence of the world,
We are the instigators of change;
Of the Future.
As we march forward into this new age,
we are evolving into gods.
The gods that we had once worshipped.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
Don't be scared to look at your reflection.
Everyone is different, you're the perfect complexion.
Even when your hair is a mess.
I am so fucking flawless, yet no one cares to notice.
The words I can say make me seem outspoken.
If I was on survival island I would never be out voted.
Know why?
Because I'm that fucking flawless.
Why is it that all people seeIs evilness and crueltyIn our world today?It might be because our world is full of nothingbut cruelty and evilness.
The mistakes will happen
All you can do is learn from them
Because you know what?
We are only human.
You've got to live through the embarassing stories
The humiliating moments
The scary times
Surrounded by my brothers
And yet I am alone.
We grew together, weather storms
And cuddled amongst parched leaves.
We are strewn across the fields
So sickly.
Someone with such a heart
Ready to do...anything.
And Everything. To get ahead.
Destroy their friend for the drug called.
Ambition.
Fear of losing to others
In turn. Losing
One white kid in the whole neighborhood
All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth
That every one of us wants the same exact thing
To find a safe haven and to have a family
The richest love
from deep within
trapped in the catacombs
and left to die
Lives longer,
Shines brighter,
Than these tedious old lies
Meant for nothing more
than to keep you satisfied
The world in itself is not rational
It is right for me, but it is not right for you
Themes that we see in early thought
Isolation, alienation, angst, and dissolution
Causes death.
If the worls is a stage,
And we ar the plaers,
Then we hide ourselves,
Costumed with our parts.
To the world, our viewers,
We are characters,
Destned to play our parts.
Behind stage, we live,
Melted, swooned, sighed:
With every kiss I died.
Baby, brother, tried:
With every song I cried.
Alcohol, tobacco, fried:
With every pressure I defied.
Who says we have to hide?
Required, we are not, but yet...
In this chaos of life,
It seems to come naturally.
But hidden in the madness,
We never notice who our friends are.
A boy shot in the street
A cop with a gun
Six witnesses and hard evidence
Darren Wilson is given paid leave rather than put behind bars
Ferguon is called a riot area
As they block off any reports
Theres an artist behind this Idiot
Theres an Ocean beneath this pool and it's full of sharks
I present a calm surface because no one can fathom the depth
and once they stick a toe in and realize there is no bottom
It’s easy to put mercy out of sight.
Forget that people feel like you and I.
This is the world that lives in black and white.
They say that change will not come overnight.
I watch as they paint their faces,bending to their knees,in worship of a God they love.
They work.They dance.They sing.They starve.
What uplifts me
Is the kindness in humanity
Just knowing that there are some kind people left
Because I feel at this rate, helping one another one day will seem like only a myth
Welcome to western society.
The civilized man.
The one with the answers
The reason we stand
The reason we fight. .
The reason we judge others and assume we are right.
In the world there are clever and foolish people,
There are virgins and prostitutes,
Rich, poor, middle class, and the clean and simple,
There are pretty things and a couple of tragedies,
Just feel the cool breeze blowing gently all around, and listen to the warm-colored leaves scatter gently across the ground
The day I met him, he had my heart.Then everytime I saw him it was like it was going to beat out of my chest.Shortly after knowing him I was ready to give him the restAnd no. I don't mean sex.
Everyone uses them
Some wield them like swords
Others like shields
Some to harm
And others to heal
Made gods like them
Or made mortal by them
Some use to trick and deceive
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
I'm not just scared for me, I'm scared for my brother and my nephews. I'm scared that this world we live in will never give them the chance to reach their potential because they are black men in America.
I'm not a bumper sticker gal. There's a little
something in me that winces at
the slogans and the white sticker cut-outs on
the rear windows of an SUV. Why anyone
would feel the need to advertise
Roses are redish,
Violets are blueish,
If it wasnt for Christmas,
We would all be Jewish
Edges of this world must be mended
Creases of these old fabrics smoothed
Smuggled letters rewritten
And torn pieces sown
With old methods and home-made remedies
Nail by nail and thread by thread
See I've given up on love but somehow I still had faith in you, I believed In every word you said and foolishly thought they were true,
See I've given up on love but somehow I still had faith in you, I believed In every word you said and foolishly thought they were true,
I shun this part right here
Waking in the middle of night battered heart
All we do is live in this perpetual fear
Again and again I try to avoid this part right here
You wrote the thesaurus in which I am a synonym for worthless, and an antonym for perfect.You wrote the dictionary with my name defining the word ugly, and used me in a sentence to exemplify the adjective disgusting.
I write to the Little Girl in the Future.
In case you have forgotten...
In case you have forgotten the beauty of the swirling passions of the primitive past
Here I lay on my bed
A pillow is under my head
My room is dark and silent
A paper moves, so pops open my eyelids
Its early morning
Late night
Sleep is nowhere in sight
Wall street looms above you as you takeyour walk across the graduation stageyour walk down the aisleyour walk around the neighborhood,draining you with the fangs that they call debt.
I rather die...
than force myself to sleep.
Thinking that everything should be eiditic;
Against all odds, I am here.
I am a survivor, born of survivors, with fire in my blood.
My perseverance is all that I need, for my will to live consumes me.
It was not always so.
To be humanity,
You must fallow every step,
Do as your told,
Do this,
Do that,
To be humanity,
Birds must cut off their wings on command,
Dogs must die for the nobles,
And cats must die when no room is left,
To be humanity,
"A good wine mellows as it ages"
is what my dad says in reaction to my passion.
I don't want to here this because my feelings are real
Perched on a hill
Humble with nature's best
Provider
Observed
Tranquilizer
Keeps me sane.
No human element can toch thee.
Stationary, revolved around all seasons.
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
It's dark and alone in here
But I still bite my tongue because it's better
I don't mind the spiders and ghouls
The reward means so much greater
I would rather be what I am not
To please my own kin
She takes flight.
All the light in those babydoll eyes.
Broken.
Soars away from these hardships.
Tender hands burned.
In this seemingly painless discuise.
Don't leave me in the darkness.
Two eyes,
Two legs,
Two arms,
One nose,
One mouth,
I thought i was a human,
Until...
Close friends and family were
Spit at,
And even killed.
Nobody seemed to notice,
Sparks ignite
The arid fields
And childhood memories
A glow
Hangs like hell above
Bathed in warm light
Flames climb
The walls of the house
In which we once slept
Hopes
My eyes, crystal clear.
I'm opned, anew...
Inspired too.
None other than the word love can explain it-
It's bubbling over, unable to contain it.
Not wishing to do so, I wish I had none.
Looking to kill time. Thinking of taking a nap but find a trail instead. Signs at the start saying, "Under Construction." Under Construction. Nature? Under Construction? How Silly! I follow what is inside, I am nature not a sign.
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
Ignorance is said to be bliss
But is it?
Surely there must be something inside us
something screaming, "Why are you not looking around?!"
Instead of acknowledging a homeless man starving
Welcome to the jungle, friends
welcome scavengers,
welcome predators,
welcome ungrateful beasts.
welcome free birds of which I so aspire.
Welcome flowers and cats.
Welcome ladybug.
Human heart black as night;
Darkness depth beyond our sight.
A dusk posions this beautiful world.
Soul of child still white and pure,
Turns grey with loss of our demure.
Does face exist without this tarnish?
To change the world in the blink of an eye
In a way such that no more needlessly die
To let Nature run its course
To eliminate those who rule by force
A species capable of worldwide peace
Words escape me when I think too deeply for far too long.
Sometimes I contemplate whether the things I inspire are wrong.
A perfection to acheieve in the world of precision.
when i was little i wrote even though my hands could barely reach over the
keyboard without stumbling and tripping on each other, each word; each of
Acceptance is not submission.
It’s not a provision for idleness.
It’s not a justification for regression.
It’s the potential for improvement.
We battle on fields of death
For our beliefs,
In 7th grade, I knew I was gay
I didn't think it was normal
Not to be straight
So I cut up my skin
And took a lot of drugs
I drank a lot of alcohol
And gave lots of boys hugs
To be the best.
Not break on impact.
So we thought.
Will we be alive
for equilibrium?
Not at this rate.
The primal rule supreme.
Pleasure and pleasure.
This universe,
Parents... can give me life,
Teachers... will teach me curriculum,
College Professors... will teach me knowledge,
Medical School Professors... will provide me a mental tool,
So many people speakin of things
they know nothing about.
Assumptions turn into rumors,
They tell me that your love is one that can't withstand their reality.
They claim that all I need is a grasp of familiarity.
A look-see into the future so I can stop wondering where I ought to be.
Alarm
Sigh
Time for work again.
Same
Routine
Make money to stay alive.
Boring
Life
In this cubicle the beauty outside has started to die.
No
More
Money is my boss.
When we rise in anyway, everything around us rise as if, the sun shine around us, saying we are the ligth, which one day, will ligth it our path to succes, just following those deligthful colors which have infinity gloriness.
We live in a world where the American dream is a thing that is yearned,
Where liberty is free and opportunity awaits around every turn.
We live in a world where we are given every right to speak what is our hearts,
We are great, we are smart
So we are told to be.
We'll be something big one day,
So we are.
But the price of this greatness,
Is the weight of the world.
We strive for perfection,
Empathy is better than sympathy, sympathy is the back bone in "common courtesy".
However, in this 2014 world, humans seem to deny and reject the love each one deserves.
I must change
I do change
I will change
This was the promise
I unknowingly made
when I was born into this world of beautiful malice
My freedom to exist and demand
Helping victims that have been stabbed with a knife,
That's the kind of job I want to change a life.
Helping the ones who have been hurt and abused,
That's the job I choose.
Putting away those child molesters
Do you know
That the universe
Millions of lights
Glowing bright
From such a height
Is in someone
As small as me
As small as you
As big as us
humanity:world peace!
humanity:fight fire with fire.
parents:be yourself!
parents:stop being who you are.
humans:love thy neighbor!
humans:god hates fags.
One Job May Change My Life
An Original Poem by Julianne Kuzmanovic
There was only ever one job, one duty, one obligation
That has ever really interested me
All I have ever wanted was the Stars
Painted across my flesh and bone
Orion's Belt tight around my waist
My heart filled to the brim with light of the Moon
My eyes wicked like the wrath of Mars
Who am I?
Check my profile
Oh look, two cats are brawling
Lets take a video of it
We’re supposed to be doing schoolwork
But I’d rather tweet
Too lazy to run errands?
Shop online
Sometimes I look in the mirror
and see myself in fear.
What I see is a mess
and I think of a makeover and nothing less.
Our government, while always great
seems to need the same help as of late.
Coming from a girl who observes
Only to see the suffering of our brothers and sisters,
Maybe some day people will understand that
Pointing out our differences only causes pain.
Illuminated minds
And related kinds
Elated to find gold
In the mind that's my mind
Unrefined, unaligned
With mainstream views
As I daydream of good news
Brighter days, righter ways
If I could change anything,
Anything in the world,
The world is what I would change.
I would change people,
People and their motivation.
Their motivation to help others,
To help others out of desire,
If I had the power to change anything it would be the world. I'd change hate people have for each other and make it love. I'd have every child cared by a loving family and filled with inner confidence and endurance to follow their dreams.
what makes us human?
eyes, ears, arms, brains
but there's something more.
we breathe
we love
we dream
everyone of us
skin color
money
nationality
Each tree is a soldier lined up for war,
Motionless with its comrades,
Eyeing stumps of fallen friends.
Morituri te salutamus.
Dad carries the sparkling saw, its teeth
Spend a day in others' shoes,
Walk in them for a mile;
You will receive the news
That it is sometimes hard to smile.
Spend a day with another's life,
Try to take it all in stride,
If someone ever comes to up me
With a bag of Skittles and candy in their mouth,
With the lame pick-up line:
I am guilt. The imperfect feeling caused by my imperfect mind
Because my humanity will always be evidence of my flaws as I evolve through time
Ultimately, you and I
Gently Blowing in the Wind,
Unheard.
Sweeping Through Time,
Unseen.
Going Along with the Day,
Unknown.
A blood stained path,A lonely road,Mountains of corpses gaze onwardAt the figure walking, unceasingly forward.He remembers his past:The innocence lost,The idealistic dream corrupted,
I have these words swirlingaround, all my thoughts twirling. I rarely have a chanceto let these pieces sit, to dance. Because the very moment Ilet my thoughts be, for a fraction of a
An unanswered question
Haunts us for generations
But no one knows why
We start to question
But find no precise answer
If we think too long
Hoped for its' exit
When I look to the sky,
I know...
I know I used to be there,
a small clump of atoms in the stars of someone else's sky,
As I peer back 13.7 billion years,
I know...
Here comes the darkness quickly creeping in
While the world is reeking of some unforgiven sin
Starless night, burnt out moon
The entire Universe is one giant grey area,
who are we to be so black and white?
Blood and fervor,
Hatred spit and spatter for sake of spite,
Lined up against imaginary walls of a blank square room,
What I’m Thankful For
When asked to speak, I figured, hey! This will be easy.
As I began to think of what to say, I grew slightly queasy.
Tick tock the clock keeps going
The sand in the hourglass keeps flowing
No matter how much sand there is
One day it will run out
Then what
Will reminisce
On what we miss
Love to your body
Love to your psyche
Strip your insecurities
Reveal your humanity
While getting between your physical
Change flows as the rivers.
Water rises, rushes, ebbs, and slows,
Bestowed by the Giver.
Submerge – frigid – into shivers.
A score.
A mocking, generic, monotonous score
defines us.
Humility, humanity, philanthropy,
do not matter, because only a score
defines us.
Years of hardwork shattered by
The battle of being , of what is suspected in life. We make a massacre with our hardly existence of humanity. The brawl of the complex obstacles and barriers you must over come. The warfare of being positive and obedient to everything and all.
I see people walking byAnd I wonder what it's likeDo they see what I seeWhen they look at you with meThen I think of what I'd sayIf they ever asked why I feel this way
Pause quickly the world
Gravity rudes heaven’s tears
Force pressures weak creations
Trimming a mockingbird’s years.
Pause quickly the world
Rain’s mercy left too mocked
Should I be counted in the world as important?
Hiding from the scoffers, liars, cheaters, and hypocrites around me; I am alone.
Eventually you would imagine they would see beyond my rags, maybe even see I am human.
Love?
Compassionate and kind. These are synonyms of the word humane. A word with a root thats names one of the most violent, disrespectful and unfair race of beings in this universe.
The sky turns dark
A deep black
falls upon us.
The angels cry
as the Earth pushes
further away from the Golden Gates.
Twenty centuries of deep sleep.
The great hands try to shake
you caught me upon a fallen starand wished me away to thedesert Mars.
A dead plain with foreign menof simple things in a nightmare,
awaken me to humanity.
Trains
Steady and strong, a titanic of force and power
The gears and cogs inside mathematically precise
Oh how marvelous a machine!
The earth trembles as it approaches
I almost forgot,
What it was to breathe,
What it was to live in the moment,
What it was to take time,
What it was to be free,
To walk on a beach,
To watch a sunset,
You see things with envy, through your holy,and pure eyesAnything different, you simply despise“One must live proper, a man and his wife”We’d love to live peacefully, hopeful and true
An empty house, ancient and beautiful.
Stands regally above the lowly earth.
Shingles slither off, front porch steps crumble.
But the house has immeasurable worth.
Inside swarm ghosts, memories of the past.
Florescent in the minds of the children to comeThe shining rise of the golden sunUntil their final days are done, and the shadow of the night overcomes the golden sun
Do you bleed too?Your skin is toughYour body is strongYet you are so gentle
Do you scream too?Your voice is firmYour stance is stubbornYet your whisper is soft
we got to thinking,
well,
what if people
weren’t people?
he was:
that small record store,
the one you’d see on the corner
filled with music and books and beauty
Humanity,
So dim and detestable,
Crumbles silently beneath the bed of time.
Moment after moment,
Full of hatred and misunderstanding,
Communication is lost within the void of space.
Every second
Do you really have a heart of gold
or is it more like a cold black stone?
Do you really wish to sit on a throne and rule over Rome
or do you have no desire of leaving home?
Do you really have a heart of gold
or is it more like a cold black stone?
Do you really wish to sit on a throne and rule over Rome
or do you have no desire of leaving home?
There is so much sadness in the world
What will it take to heal
When murder Senseless murder
Is committed every day
Genocide Is in every corner Of this planet
Look around you
these red viscous drops
that paints our banner's stars and straps
fake smiles and all these props
it spreads like chicken pox
and it cant be contained or put in a box
obvious to the trained mind
Planet Earth where I reside
Created by Him, who gave me life
Sent me here for a purpose to fulfill
To set goals and achieve, to strive
Our society is condemning
Humanity is painfully amuck
One day I’ll liberate my soul; my own mishaps have created the insecurities that soon will fade away into a cloud of dust.
Slamming words together, does it mean anything at all?
Grandfathers telling stories about men that stood 10 feet tall,
And I remember listening sweetly as the fantasy soaked in my ears,
The greatest fall of modern civilization,
was abandoing the philosophy that kept us from the coffin.
Aristotle and Aquinas held the keys,
to western civilizations victory.
In his metaphysics they lay,
say something -
anything...
let me know that i am still human
that you don't hate me
let me know that you realize i have feelings just like you
smile at me -
a genuine one
When the sky runs blueI think of what life has in storeFeasibility is impossibleYet we communicate our hopesOur dreamsOur loveEvery day
If the grass fought the soil,
there'd be no land
If the land fought the sea,
there'd be no Earth
If the artery fought the vein,
there'd be no heart
And if the heart fought the blood,
We were broken from the start
Ill made molds from our beginning
Bits and pieces of fears and failures
Make our chemical make-up
We will not bow
We are broken, not defeated
Many a sparrow sounds the alarm for a new dawn
Many an eye opens, then close in irritation
Refusing to appreciate the song of the morning
Many a flower blooms; the evaporating dew
Creates an aroma; a natural perfume
Let me paint you a picture
Of a world gone blind from hours untallied
Peering into a window of light so blinding
It consumes our thoughts every moment
Step into the door, my friend
My thoughts, my words, my fury
They are my release, my security
My deepest fears, my darkest secrets
My writings are ME.
I put my thought into my pen
Then from my pen to my paper
Since the beginning of time I have watched
Watched humanity crash and burn
The Egyptians, the Sumerians, the Babylonians all built toward the sky
What has this world come to? People too involved with themselves or should I say vain ... over consumed
Using others just to get by or too pretentious to just be themselves, flaws and all ... and not hide
Objectives thru journeys Which within them we, As culprits of our deeds, Die consecutively... Loops swaying around... Of life's need to fond... Caress scars and wounds... With which i so bound... Strides of loud strobes... Sights of glowing vibrat
Cold, Lingering, Willing to help.
My heart breaks for those who can't.
Can't feel the love.
Cant feel the compassion.
Rather, live in hate and terrible disasters.
Peace, Mercy, Truth, and Love.
I. First-light
Eyes fly open and I light up a cigarette.
Check to see…yep, still there. I slowly unfurl
My cramped wings, the slow rustle of feathers
Days go by from that day
People were desperate each day
They would show their stuff off
They would even sleep in a loft
No one could bring up the money
No one couldnt even afford a donkey
I
Invent the non-existent
Realize the reality of the unreal
Imagine the unimaginable
Read an unwritten story
I create
Accept the possibility of the impossible
Expect the unexpected
I'm only one out of 7 billion.
My home is round and weighs more than a million.
I'm courageous and insecure,
I'm a mess, a beautiful one for sure.
I'm overly positive and negative at the same time,
understand me
don't overlook me
yet some people prefer to underestimate me
but i'm over that
she's misunderstood
she wants to be Ms. Understood
but she has really bad relationship issues
I write for the world.
Its skies of blue stretching uniqueness across the planet
Revealing its luster and foliage for all the universe to see
I was born different, unique,
As all babies are.
What, after all, is normal, anyway?
But somehow, in the division of humanity,
Some people are more like the rest,
My greatest friendship
Has lied within the tip of the pencil
That which moves
In many forms.
Syllables that dance around
The atoms of the paper
And rejoice
After every rhyme.
To use the antiquated metaphor of a paintbrush
stroking the sky creating brilliant hues, chiaroscuro,
the simplest form of beauty.
The heavens merely blanket the subtle art below.
Song of Innocence:
A bright light shining,
Shining and radiating proudly
O’er the land;
Proudly illuminating the poor
Hovel, the crumbling
At this moment, I am inventing the dinosaur; creating toast; conceiving an end to a circle. Against reason, I am endeavoring to produce something beautiful from the dregs of humanity.
The other day my guidance counselor Mrs. SolovayCalled me into her officeInto a crossed out corner of thisOutdated newspaper clippingIn that prison cellWhere nobody usually goesBecause like me,
Life can be good
Life can be bad
But the one thing you can do is keep your head up high
And your feet down low
Their will always be haters out there
Look at you staring in contempt
At fields drenched in the blood of your enemies.
Didn’t you know revenge is a fool’s game,
In which the wise always wait out?
Haven’t you got a damn clue,
What are we, the people of today?All living a life, without much to sayMinor differences, amongst each otherBut all alike, one way or another
Prepare yourself,
For this will not be ordinary.
To express the way I feel
Is to look upon the people of this earth with a smile in my heart
To see the distraught
the unloved
the wanting
(Fast sad lane of reality, other stories don't match with family, left lost on the streets with insanity, none realized the real, feel what empty stomachs got without a meal, split one time so he'll make at least a dime, bedless because of bed bug
Laying down brick by boring brick,
Walking step by lonely step,
The lies have been cemented in thick,
The foundation appears to stand strong.
Esteemed by our disgrace,
Loved for how we hate,
They say that your life
is in your hands
and those hands
carry your future,
but in reality
that future
reflects your past
and in actuality,
that past reflects where you stand.
Between ice cold lemonade and hot cocoa,
I am human,
While bundling up due to the breeze,
I think thoughts such as these.
I sat and stared.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
the hour hand is stuck.
slowly walking they will come.
unstopping,
pacing with dismay,
trying to stand still.
the world walks by.
I am complicated.
There is more to me than people realize.
I have feelings.
Do they know how much I care? Do they know how much it hurts?
I am angry.
Fuck everything and everyone.
I am happy.
Show emotion? I can't
Deep within my heart,
Nice and tight,
My emotions sleep; inaccessible
I reach down
Try to bring them out.
Not far enough; buried too deep down.
Therefore, I write.
guess this is how you master dancing with the stars
a slew of ancient footprints in the sand
So pirouette upon the roofs of houses made of cards
sell scores of petrichor in little cans
Some people experiences love
others can only see it and write about it
Love is scary
Love is so scary
At any given time your own lover can leave
you without your permission
I think i was eight when i started to appreciate
a new world that had monsters, and dragons, and dungeons.
It was colorful when i felt colorless
insightful when i felt blind
there when i wasn't
Onion Peeling
As I write poems,
me myself is being peeled.
One poem by one,
I find my true voice.
Going deeper and deeper,
I find my identity.
Like onion being peeled,
I dive into my world.
I am so young but yet I feel so old
The sun sits high but yet I feel so cold
Sometime I question the route I chose
I question what it is that I behold
I wonder how things would unfold
For $10 an hour, I am a shield.
I will physically put out a small fire,
Stay to the back as a crowd rushes before me.
I will wield the fire hose and perish in my theater.
Poesía eres tú y yo.
Poesía es la luz como la oscura.
La risa vivida hasta la muerte sufrida.
Poesía nos conecta a los dos.
Esto no es poesía,
es solo un simple gesto sin gesto,
o tal ves,
Most say it is just words.
Others say it's just for fun.
Some just hear roars
That leave it undone...
I've lost my taste for life
The bitter flavors numbed my tongue
Through prolonged exposure
The stench of moral decay
Deadened my nose to any pleasurable scent
I can no longer make due with the sweetened illusion
When you smile,
Do not look to the rising sun,
When you frown,
Do not turn towards the sea,
When you are lonely,
Do not tread in the sand,
When you are happy,
Do not sing with the wind,
Picking up the pieces
of a puzzle never seen
the edges and the center
a mess of human being
the corners and the central piece
the one that always disappears
a puzzle of a million pieces
sickly man walks so far
deadly man falls so fast
kingly man rises tall
guilty man hides so well
sickly woman covers up
deadly woman twists too far
queenly woman takes leaps and bounds
Depth is in the thought,
Ideas always flow,
The times have been rough,
No one wants to fall below.
When we die,
We've walked so fast,
There we'll lie,
But hope died last.
I have heard
that the sky is the limit
but I do not want to stop
until I touch the sun
and dance
in the moon’s pearly crescent.
We live in the Middle East,
on a wealthy estate,
born of the opposite
color.
We see an enemy,
a complete stranger,
a brother
in a war overseas.
The ground I walk is cold and wet under my feet.
It trembles like the hands I reach out.
Bodies shake around me.
A scream.
I run towards the sound of a lost little girl.
Her crumpled body changes me.
Aware of what the future beholds,
I reach a hand out into the dark beyond.
Rising up from this earth,
Called my grave,
This translucent flesh
Rots away.
I realize I'm not alone;
Nautical graves and practical poets,
Woman's condition and cultural woe.
Heaving sensations accompany the telly.
What's worse than these? The end of the show.
What truly lies in the far depths of space,
For I wonder as I gaze at the sky,
Life beyond us is what we'll come to face,
We perceive what is seen through our own eye;
We were not meant to be a people whole.
Our bodies divide humanity’s soul.
We were born broken,
so that the life may pass through us,
so that windy gusts may not topple us.
In this world of thorns and roses
Deception creates reality's balance
Here lies a cup stemmed from overflowing greed
Rather cage the bird than watch it fly.
I do not understand.
No hello to people on the street.
Keep walking, keep walking
Don’t make eye contact
Shit, are they talking to me?
Keep walking, keep walking.
We are cold individuals.
Bravery, a concept of strange humanity
Is it real, does it even pertain to me?
Myth, legend, flaw of the human brain
Something some feel is the need to gain.
This is a world where we are free
In a world of confusion
We live under the weight of the sky
Above the weight of the sea
We roam this world in hope for truth
But we find terror, dread, and sorrow
I have seen him weep and I have seen him cry and I have seen him in the throws of victory and ecstasy.
Yet,
Yet I look at him now, broken and crippled and old.
And I see sadness in his eyes.
I'm ready to float away on a cloud
and let the wind blow me away
and stop me when I'm where I belong.
I wanna get away, get away, get away
and push away the fact that I'm human
I dreamt of a Kingdom in the Sky
Teeming cities and purple mountains
Stretching far and rolling wide
I dreamt of a great foundation
Cradled in the arms of the fallen
A black and blue, a bloodied nation
You might as well fuck
For virginity, if you war
On account of peace.
Life is full of irony.
Fraught from the plurality of man
Uniformity mistaken for marching to your own beat.
Simple rhythms and simple rhymes
is that all I’m meant to give
to you who deserves all the tears
that I have never shed?
To them across this world of ours
who I’m sure deserve the same
You filled my soul with hate,
Made my heart ache,
When you stole from me my dreams,
And wrote on the wrinkles of my brain,
Words so razor-blade sharp that they
Could only be used
You said it, therefore it must be true.
Yes, every word you speak is law.
Why should anyone have room to doubt you?
You, who beleives everything the bias media tells you.
I’m not an exception
To the rule
Yet, I try so hard
I’m like one grain in the sand
A particle in the sky
I’m nothing but a spectacle
Yet, I try so hard
I hike on concrete
toward concrete sky
My oppressors are as easy as nectar
from the mouths of flowers named in Latin
In the clouds I see insincere rabbits
and jagged dragons
Out of 17 years
Eight and a half weeks is has been our longest absence
the only thing I’ve even been constantly punctual at is being your sister.
I’ve had perfect attendance.
I have seen things in war, child
p l e a s e all long and
strangely broken in the middle
M o m m a
the same
What happened to our joy and pride?
What gives us the idea and need to hide?
We used to be happy and love our culture
And focus on our highway to the future.
We all clapped when King said the words, "Free at last."
I want to feel how i did that day.
in the late nights of may.
I striped of the meat of chickens.
to barbque the meats.
Then I removed the feets.
I made good late night meals.
Today we can live
Yesterday we've survived
Tomorrow will never cry
The days of our lives
We can do whatever.
Till one of us die
Then we all
Cry
Everyone equal,
no one oppressed,
yet the world yelled
For the world
did not believe that
skin color mattered
African-American,
Can we just be Americans?
Can we just be Humans?
What is comparable to inevitable??
If the lyrics don't intertwine, then the meaning is forgotten.
How do we proceed to the next level when we keep falling?
The stairs are right before us but the world is calling,..
Aphrodite, slightly bouncing on her toes, happily sought to gossip of lovers' woes. "Wanting a bride, a man of grand sum did seek the promised hand of a maiden mild and meek. Through my guidance, her betrothed heart he did please.
To resist an opportunity in the midst of our days
by the sunlight catching the inner core, it holds
weakens the penetration of the mind,
the many splitting of the selves,
the gold no one can take
