Peace
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I am a poet
I sprinkle hearts
With verses, flowers
Rhymes and kisses
In front of this mute
Beauty
Which moves away
And that I ogle
Oh! Woman
Madam
It's golden hour of gold leaf fall,
Sun half provoked,
It's half shadowed wall,
Sun half provoked.
I love the nights
all the worries of life
go through the day
but inner the nights,
life's very peace
when we all go at ease
somewhere stress free
a world different from where we find ourselves
I listen as he plays
The pan flute in front
Of a beautiful waterfall.
I close my eyes and
I am transported
Above the scene
And fly with the eagle...
Susan Maree Jeavons
We can`t see the world with another`s eyes, but we can walk in their shoes.
We can`t hear the world with another`s ears,
But we control the words we choose.
We can`t read another person`s mind,
Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
Not a thing was fine
The world was unkind
John, Bobby and Martin
The forever Nam
And Uncle Sam
400,000 hippies trekked
Never before
In modernity
Had so many gathered
I was swept away, into an unknown place.
As I floated alone, I held a certain feeling.
One without a meaning, but gave sudden healing.
No longer clouded by worry or shame,
Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
What race? Human race?
Stop talking about race
Start talking about space
Start talking about grace
Start talking about behavior
Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
The month of May
Exists so we can love
The beautiful flowers of nature
"VIRTUOUS HUMAN"
You're the true instance of virtuous human.
Your mind as pure as crystal,
your heart soft and sound like waters.
Je veux être connu sous un seul nom
Comme Dessalines, Christophe et Pétion
Comme Pelé, Ali ou un grand champion
Comme Edison, Jefferson et Washington.
I want to be known by one name
Like Dessalines, Christophe and Pétion
Like Pelé, Ali or a Great Champion
Woman, woman, oh sweet womanMy love, my crib, my tokenIn my daily diaryEvery day is your journeyYou are my soul, my pillarI cherish you everydayAnd I love you, my flower.
Never, never tell a good Poet what to write
Or what to say. The Poet always tries to be right
To be on the good and the best side of history
Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
keep your ears open
don't look too far
we're somewhere nearby
close enough you can hear us
if you'd listen
stop talking, if only
you'd just stop
talking
we listen
Mi amor cuando te vas
Cuando se vaya
Es mi luna que se va
Es mi sol que se va
Yo no como
Mon amour quand tu pars
Quand tu t’en vas
C’est ma lune qui part
C’est mon soleil qui s’en va
Je ne mange pas
I am dreaming of a beautiful black Noel night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seenIn the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and brightAnd the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
Betrayed and backstabbed
By our African brothers.
Insulted, humiliated and robbed
Picking petals off English daisies
Never felt this lazy
Sitting beneath autumn-colored trees
The view is shady
Watching friends frolic, dogs crashing into piled leaves
My mind is hazy
Ready for what ain't been before, I ain't for war, fly high, I aim for more, let the rain poor, headed to the main floor, See God in my sight, Christ in my light, cried so many nights, you can find me in the city with many lights, gave my life to
Flower in my hand, power in my hand, waiting for the spaceship, don't know when I’m going to land, taken from the motherland, things they don't understand, leaving with nothing but what I came with, I plead the fifth, that's my language, light the
When you see you breathing, it’s key to believing, they proceed with deceiving, we succeed with achieving, this is real I ain’t dreaming, how can we heal when you scheming, in the motherland we keep it real cause our heart is gleaming, prayer hand
You are right
And I’m wrong
Like a bad song
I keep my lips tight
And my face as long
As I can all year long.
"CHOICES
If you need
peace I'd
give you to
paradise,
don't touch
the die hell is
a home of
chaos! Heaven
or hell
choice is yours."
-C9fm
Non sei nessuno
Dato che non sono nessuno
Sei qualcuno
Come io sono qualcuno
C'è una sola umanità
Burning houses,shattered voices
This is not what I want
Land is deserted now
O ! dear swallow, don't go
Don't leave my garden tree
I am requesting to
Stop this hate speach
Hearts are burning
We occasionally fall in love with the right person
With the perfect, the immaculate or the wrong one
We’re naturally numb
When we fall in love
Hungry swords on dying days
Running time in weaknesses find figures from ways
Myths made man bleed with war’s mortality
Peace travels through Fortune’s winds.
When in love, in deep love
We know or at least are aware of
Each other’s sunset and sunrise
About the rain
In this modern world of hustle and bustle.
When I hear the pages of a book, rustle.
At the end of the day when everyone is gone.
In the darkness of the night when I feel alone.
North and South are fighting againWasting lives, money, future and funWar is hell; there, everybody is on the runNonsense is their common sin.
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
A dog never bites its owner
Democracy is about freedom of speechAnarchy is, without a doubt, the oppositeOf democracy, liberty and freedom to wishTo hope, to dream and to confront defeat.
We do not want only a piece
We aspire and want Peace
A mammoth piece of Freedom
For the north, south, west and east
Today is a new spring’s first day
Today is the birth of a new season
Today is another blessed birthday
Instead of bombing, shelling and trashing our neighbors
Let’s all do the highly popular fun ‘Jeru’ dance
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
Block this, block that
Black this, black that
I am sick and tired
Of seeing the hatred
♡
Bon appétit to all my fellow Haitians and friends,Who will be drinking, sipping, savoring soup joumou,Which is made of squash, neck bones, macaroni, oxtails,Carrots, yams, celery, parsley, and countless vegetables.
Bon appetit a tout Ayisyen zanmim yo,Moun ki pral bwè, manje, deguste bon soup joumou,Ke nou fè ak joumou, kou koden, makawoni, ke bef,Kawòt, yanm, seleri, pèsi, ak lot bon legim.
She ran with tear filled eyes and a broken heart,
The rain and sorrows soaked her wet,
Her story is devastating! No idea where to start,
Her life is nothing but a river of regret,
Drawn to the edge of the waterin concert with the moontides ebbing, flowing,tasting, smelling,feeling, hearing,waves of the seacrashing, salty, wet,transporting me—Inner peace.
It is Thanksgiving afternoon
Different is the celebration
We must now wear a mask
In order to safely see Christmas
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.
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.
Laying on my bed
Hoping for hope but I’m hopeless
Thinking about how time flies
I was not the me I dreamt of
I keep dreaming big
Not Knowing what life has to offer
Time flies time flies
I have forgiven those girls for what they said and did to me, as I do respect, love and appreciate their existence I wouldn’t change what had happened under those circumstances because they opened a new pathway for me to see.
The race of racesshould be delayedat least a century or soor until we findthat finish line,a place where nobody knows.
Where does the future lie?i’m afraid someday the future will die.why does the future lieto the race of humanitywho will eventually kill it?
TOMORROW, I'll cry for all the world,for all the things gone wrong.I will cry for every techered bird who has lost her joyful song.I will cry for ever flower who has lost his colour.
Last night, in my dream,while i wandering in the wild landsand crossing silent shadows,i met a word and ask:''What's your name?''My name is loveand i'm alone in life,i need you,
When one door opens, another closes.this is the eternity's circle,mistakes belongs to us, but not all, the fate mapped out for us to follow,but does not define our choices, beings of necessity and randomness,
All humans on earth are one.We descend from the same family of common ancestors.We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings,and like siblings we depend on each other's loveand care and responsibility.
Listen,if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them.It means someone wants to love,Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
order in the court!
the judge yelled out loud
as a loud uproar came from the crowd
the judge asked if peace could take the stand
the crowd proceeded with the questions
how do you think you could help?
You laugh and dance
even if there's no music
as there's music on your soul.
You dream and wish upon the stars
even when others don't.
You do not give up on yourself
even when you are alone,
B.B.W
Belated Birthday Wishes
To Kiki Oshinbajo, daughter of the VP of Nigeria 🇳🇬
"FORTUNATE BIRTHDAY"
BBW
Belated Birthday Wishes
goes out to Temi Otedola,
Femi Otedola's daughter.
"CHOSEN AND HEAVENLY ELECTED"
*WHY* _I HAD_ *TO* _PONDER_
_Wandering exploring to discovery transportation, heading deep into the future_ .
When sunshine breaks through the clouds
and warm breezes rustle branches
and make the ripples on a pond
Summertime
When bullfrogs leap
to and fro
and rabbits frisk in meadows
Things to see pass in a storm:
A bicycle rider,
One wicked witch,
4 large antelope,
5 dancing teacups,
Big purple elephant,
commonbees, pollen-sifters
a poem by riley minteer
You can find me in the fields,
catching water bugs,
and small red beetles.
The rain has come again, to grace sidewalks and streets and silicone handles on blue and green umbrellas,
Oh! How the rain has come again.
AFRICA
I Pondered
What's African
Time.⌚
I came to
realization,
why Africa
is yet
lacking
behind.
welcome to my world!
my world where stars shine in the morning sky,
a world where life is like a roller coaster ride.
a life where pain is your only friend,
and breakfast only consists of bread.
What good is power ⛮ if it holds back progress? What good
is law ⚖ if it oppresses citizens? What good is human of no
compassion and sympathy? What good is authority if it says
No past failure
ever stops you
from Moving on
again. Today try
improving
your
skills
in
order to
enhance your
chances of
Winning, life
ends when
we halt dreaming.
The best ultimate religion I ever learnt of is " Good Deed"
No
matter how religious one is without a good good all in vain.
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.
Floating on a cloud in my own lane. Dirt in my corner pocket, some things never change. Can’t see the bigger picture, for the frame. Growth, being stagnant or death either way nothing remains the same.
Ya Know I’d Rather See... " CALM "...
Than ... ALL THIS ALARM ... !!!!
MORE Welcoming Arms...
LESS Guns In Young Palms...
The Use of Napalm...
Has Left MANY HARMED... !!!
Been lost for a while, I'm missing myself.
Filed a missing person's report on myself.
No posters, picture on milk cartons, or hashtags.
No tee shirts, search parties, or evidence bags.
When PRESSURE Comes Knocking How PATIENT Are You... ?
Do You Remain COOL Or Are You The Type To Start HURLING ABUSE... !?!
I Try To STAY COOL When Dealing With Fools... !!!
I'm not the girl you remember, a mean face, but submissive, nice to most, & sweet.
I tossed her to the wolves, no eviction notice, they ate her alive, fresh meat, bona petit.
I'm afraid to fall into my emotions, scared that the pain is too much, won’t STOP.
I've been weak, but remarkable strong. If I hold this emotion in much longer my heart will STOP.
The whole world is craving a feeling that will take lots of skill
It feels like to reach this we must climb up a hill
But knowing the journey will take lots of skill
The insects are at peace.
Living their lives essentially pleased.
It doesn't take much to fulfill their needs.
How are they so strong, and I so weak?
I feel so scared and weak.
i was raised to believe that God is in church
lately I think that is the last place he would be
I Used To Meditate In My YOUNGER Days... !!!
The Day I Stopped Was A Crying Shame... !!!
But I Now Meditate In A... DIFFERENT Way... !!!
Why is it we feel the need to write about love?
Myself especially.
Look around you at the world.
Look at the pain.
Look at the suffering.
Look in the places you never thought to look,
Yup... I'm THAT GUY Who Uses Rhymes ...
And Words To UNITE Like Day Does Night... !!!
Cos I'm The LYRICAL KING To Diana's PRINCE... !!!
Yes A WONDER MAN Whose Pen COMMANDS...
Respect That's........ GRAND ....... !!!
Noticing every trivial thing in my way
Appreciating the beauty of every other day
Not letting any moment go to astray
Not knowing if its March, April or May
That is how I'll spend the end of my days
can't sleep.
it feels like these walls are closing in on me
so i find shelter in your arms instead.
(i could stay here forever.)
......... " The Corona Wars " ..........
Have Become A Force And That's For SURE ... !!!
From Various Shores To People Indoors ...
They’re Being Waged All Over The Place ... !!!
and to think for a minute that your corpse will bid you farewell– it’s a tragedy for some, but a mercy unto others.i can only pray that the taste of my death will be sweet,
Rocks and stones
Dark tunnels
Creature noises in the dark
What lives here?
People gathering
Footsteps echoing
My family all around me
I feel united
At War or At Peace Strong Roses Bloom
Through Love and Through Hate By AM King
At war or at peace strong hedge roses bloom.
They spill their brambles over the rock wall.
They climb to frame the open entrance hall.
The peace rose tenderly tended grows,
In multiple seasons through out the year,
It’s opening beauty dispels war’s fear.
And tokens of friendship with a foe sows.
I grow the creamy hued rose in my heart,
The peace rose tenderly tended grows,
In multiple seasons through out the year,
It’s opening beauty dispels war’s fear.
And tokens of friendship with a foe sows.
I grow the creamy hued rose in my heart,
I celebrate peace with a white petaled rose,
As the woes of a long war begins close.
Though the principle I did not opposed.
Singing and dancing and ridding my horse,
My soul echoes praises,
In the most inopportune of times.
At a sneezing in my face,
In the checkout lines.
Praise is a compulsion,
From my grateful heart to the divine.
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
We enter your home.
The Lord in Spirit ,
Inside my beating heart,
And wish you peace.
The troubled world surrounds us.
But we have and advocate,
He has overcome the world.
In all the years I have walked among oaks ,
I’ve seldom sat and let their allures soak.
With their limbs , on hikes ,I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor I spread.
She twirls
Hair in the air
Sun gleaming down
Unaware of the
War around her
Hate
Fighting
Violence
Shadows sorround me
Nights never go and never ends
Deep waters drowned my hope
And the glittering lights are all gone
Lights of happiness come now
Glimpse your hope to me abound
“Mom’s not coming home.”
“Why?”
“Come here.”
Two buildings on the verge of collapse
A Fire’s bloody vengeance--
To you world you have brought me joy
Of newfound knowledge, newfound
Curiosity, of peace, of strength,
of love and most of all toys!
Toys to play with my mother and puzzles
I have a question
why do i feel so fearful?
and why do i feel you judge me for my fears?
is it truly in your place to judge me for my fears or show me faith?
why do you look at me with those eyes
Clouds of thoughts,
Condensing in my head,
Unable to think,
When will it end?
family, friend or foe?
unimportant in the question of orange and green.
this northern land, this island, this kingdom or this state,
no matter your stance, you stand on either side of the gate.
While you are peacefully sleeping,
There are people in this world,
SCREAMING
YELLING,
CALLING,
Out for help,
While eating a luscious meal,
People are tortured, starved, hurt,
Outside, at the end of the driveway,
A small cluster of trees
Shades me as bursts of euphoria
Erupt, in time with the chorus.
Gentle breeze, painted sky,
Enlightenment of purpose is met
A picture with no shadows in itHas all too much to hide.Pompous, plushy, prickly colorsWherein no truth resides.
Walking along down that road we all know
Forever our happy place the best place to go
Friends forever I know we will be
At our second home, where we feel truly free
Peace, wind in your face
Peace, blowing autumn leaves past you.
Peace, the sun creeping through the leaves and branches of the tall daring trees.
Serenity is what I need.
Peace, laying on the cold ground.
Peace, wind in your face
Peace, blowing autumn leaves past you.
Peace, the sun creeping through the leaves and branches of the tall daring trees.
Serenity is what I need.
Peace, laying on the cold ground.
Buildings of blue
Reflecting the sunlight,
Like brothers and sisters
Competing in height.
Indian, Chinese, Mediterranean,
A variety of cuisines.
The CN Tower and Rogers Centre stadium.
Dear future self:
I am you from the past.
That's an odd thought;
Right now,
as I write this,
I am in my prime.
I am the best I have ever been
But I am only a version of you.
You taste the salt laced in the air,
The waves sweep in and snatch your cares.
They’re tossed with the surf and drift out to sea,
And leave you happy simply to be.
The surf is my home, the coral my bed,
Learn to be still...
Be still, that you may find the serenity and calm below the surface...
Far, far from the chaos.
So What Does LOVE REALLY Mean To You .... ???
Your Lovers' Touch Or The Things They DO .... ???
That Make You FEEL Your Love Is REAL ... ?!?
Just as true health is more
than an absence of disease,
but rather, an optimal balance
of spiritual, emotional and physical
well- being
- so too,
peace
is more than an absence of
conflict
Still Going by Amari Peters
I wanted to give up
But you kept me safe
I wanted to quit
But you erased my past
Told me I was found
Daily life
can be so tiring
You never have the chance
to think
People dictate
your every move
Technology dictates
your every word
So now
more than ever
Unequivocal contentedness.
A trusty oak never fails to satisfy the search
for philosophical soundness within one's soul.
Branches so perfectly placed the seem to
represent a geometric phenomenon.
It's Hard TO FIND Some ... " Peace of Mind " ... !!!
When What Surrounds Makes You Feel Down ... !!!
MANY Now Try ... Good Old Coc' Lines ... !!!
To Ease Their Minds In PRESSURED Times ... !!!
Health was
Failing,
Falling,
Losing.
Spirit was
Depressed,
Distressed,
Low.
I couldn't
See
The light
Ahead,
Though I
Had
As we sit here, a garish clown-red oil paint,
Thick as mud and hot as blood,
Splatters across the Earth, staining the lives
Of those it lands on.
When the gesture of kneeling demands to be heard
And the rainbows in the sky earned their own parades,
People are excited to check name boxes on paper,
While goddesses of the workplace are finally being praised
red, white, and blue
what does this mean to you?
parades and pride,
a country you take in stride.
that's what the colors should do for you.
Sink in, honey,
Let your weight settle on me-
Get cozy and warm.
Inhale the fragrance of jasmine and rose.
As your eyelids fall to rest,
What if we all walked with our eyes closed?
Would we lose our social standards or would we find new ways to call each other ugly?
Would our skin tone still be juxtaposed?
A Short Psalm
The Lord is with me;
I shall never go astray from his path,
Which is laid out before me, never ceasing
Even to realms of glory, so far from
The Eagle
Swooping, soaring, over branches
And under sun.
Silent, graceful, over branches
And under the sun.
People Like To Argue
Sometimes I Wonder ... WHY ... ?!?
Cos' When I Have An Argument ...
My Brain Cells Start To FRY ... !!!
SOME Arguments DO Lead To ... DEATH ... !!!
This IS NO WAY To ... " Die " ... !!!
I see the shining crystals melting
I watch the sapphire sky falling
I hear the Bright moon crying
I hear the whispers of the flowers when i am asleep
I sense the winter forgetting its way
This ... Disrespect Thing ...
IS ... OUT OF CONTROL ... !!!
From Work To Street Corners ...
To ... Most Peoples' Homes ... !!!
My Poetry Roams .............................
Just Like Mobile Phones ...
Kids Seem NOWADAYS ...
To Be .... " Impolite " ....
Well Me I Was Shown ...
That This Just ISN'T Right ... !!!
Peace WON'T Come
Without ... EQUALITY ... !!!
YES You and Me !
Peace comes from balance
look at scales and see !
NOT Electric Scales
Don't be a Dummy !!!
I have a hostageBack away, do what I sayOr come clean up a bloody stageThis ain’t no animeThis here is a 12 gaugeIt ain’t blasphemeIt’s reality without a backstageI am here, with myself
My heads racing,
My hearts pounding,
I got nobody in my corner,
I got nobody in my corner,
My back’s against the wall,
I’m not really much of a poet
But know I can talk about a lot of crooked mess
Cuz u never know what you’re really capable of
Until you’re put thru the right test.
Some situations seem less than ideal.
Some men will meet a stranger braced to fight.
Just brace thyself and talk with sheathed steel.
Walk with me, under the great pine tree.
Their branches swaying in silent ecstasy.
Be careful, step lightly.
Keep your hands low, don’t swing at the Buzzing bee.
The world is wary.
Soon you will almost certainly
face reality-
angry accusations
and responsibility to choke on.
Already the evidence
is a slam dunk, and
bitter words make for little
Frustrated!Frustrated at the actions of the people who's supposed to protect/Frustrated that right now my skin makes me a logical suspect/
Surrounded by natural beauty, God’s greatest creation…
In the absence of urban ruckus and cacophony…
Crickets lull us to sleep, whippoorwills herald the dawn
Digger sleeps in comfy chair.
Mom is still at work.
Street light shines through the window.
I wanna see you shine
I wanna see you breathe life into the universe
Cause lately it feels like it’s falling apart
I got your name tattoed on my heart
A newborn rose glistened in the moonlight
Breath in fondness as it dies on the spotlight
Feathers of birds fall to frame hopes
Captivating breezes stay afloat
Untangle the strands that trap and immobilize,
reach into my soul and revive
Give me a breath,
a breath of your life
My thoughts are ruthless but
your love is relentless in pursuit of me
You can see the pain in my eyes as
I Struggle ____
But with the lord catching me before I stumble ____
How can I lose when I choose to
Remain HUMBLE!!!!!
LOWELL C.I.
what if you were made of grass and you grew beneath my fully-formed form that is ever-transformingwould you feel and know the eco-arousal of our microbacterial exchangewould you be as satisfied as mewould you be ,...taking my words away from mei d
One day, I’d like to go
In search of my past,
Of the memories
Of a misspent youth;
I cry for my souvenirs,
I dream of a beautiful future,
Where I can atone
Path to the Heart
She's the wave just ere it reaches its crest
That perfect moment as it picks you up,
right before it breaks into a beautiful surf,
Reflecting the world in her eyes.
I do not understand
Why he sabotaged me so consummately,
And made me look like
Such a pathetic old patsy,
Could he not discern the misery
He was shoring up by degrees,
Soon, I’ll sleep again,
I will feel no pain,
For a little time,
Peace will be all mine,
My mind will seek
Freedom from the past,
I’ll be carefree,
The feminine energy, The mystical remedy
To all the world's problems, the Euphorian recipe.
My Afro
Stems from
Kings and Queens
With
Unruly curls
Just like
Me.
It’s not perfect
If you go outside
You will hear the sounds of a country
A country that used to be a place of refuge
That is now becoming the opposite
Living with anxiety is like living in an invisible box. It has 7 walls, one for every day of the week and a glass ceiling to remind you that you’ll never escape. The box’s name is fear.
There was a time I thought nature had forgotten me. That I had been gone too long to hear her breathing. I decided then that I wasn’t going to let her walk out of my life like so many others, so I left.
As far as I can remember family gatherings have consisted of speech regarding illegal aliens and the economy. I can not remember a time when my family was not concerned with such things.
I look out into the world and wonder, what the hell happened. I used to live inside a lego house, but now the bricks are melting like a pool of plastic memories.
I do not care for violence
Yes, you heard me right
But if you hurt a friend of mine
Then get ready for a fight
I was raised on stones and firewood
With hot coals beneath my feet
Shed your skin of cotton with dirt and grime complete. Feel the smooth brown marble floor that’s cold against your feet. Turn the metal handle, almost entirely to the left. Feel the frigid arctic water that takes away your breath.
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.
“Give me five good reasons,” said my father.
“Give me five good reasons to negotiate.”
I said: “Nicholas and Thomas,
Mickey and Morgan and Andres.”
“Give me five good reasons,” said my father.
“Give me five good reasons to negotiate.”
I said: “Nicholas and Thomas,
Mickey and Morgan and Andres.”
Many of the experiences that make us grow are uncomfortable
Many of them are surely life-changing
Some of them are relevations
My growth experience, sure, it was painful
But it made me accept the pain
Child Like by Natasha Bartley
When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask?
I have yet to understand the concept.
Of child.
Me and the world are holding on to peace like it's 1969
but really though
Like a nation at war we are tied
What a conceptual terror that is
Like a world at peace we are bound
Pain all over,
Yet I sustain.
So I got out the car,
It was a hot summer day.
Trying to help my mother,
She gives an ailing grin.
Being a southerner
I say ,” Hello”,
You,
This is where you begin to take shape;
spinning and churning in a world of pre-existing chaos -
dancing and frolicking through the ever-ethereal muck of summer rubbish.
stripped of vanity -
It’s time to sever ties with those who lie;
It’s Time to free myself from the toxicity of your superficiality, breaking away from your fly trap facade once and for all, never to fall for this sick style of manipulative mind control -
Radical Self Acceptance
You are of my kind,
Uniquely divine,
A different breed of beautiful unlike anyone
I have ever seen
Clothed in angel energy;
Beam and radiate fully now
You’re stuck in my mind,
Your old laugh,
Your smile
Things I can’t leave behind
It’s impossible to say I’m happy
It’s an
Anxiety
That doesn’t
Need to be diagnosed
But it’s felt
And it’s known
Like
Brown
Disclaimer: Before reading this piece, I want you to know
these are not my own values and beliefs but the beliefs of men
who indulge in toxic masculinity and stupidity on a daily basis.
Thank you for your time.
•
My father passes.
With him, my world also fades.
My life is broken.
All hope is now gone.
What can I possibly have now?
Jesus, my Saviour.
After a few years,
Then
he took the respect she had for Herself
and the wonders from the earth around Her
he took her her kindness
and what seemed, the air from Her lungs
he took Her curiousity
Training wheels
"Hold on tight!”
“Don't go too fast!”
“You have your helmet on right? “
When I see your face there is a soft glow,
As if I was looking at a sunset.
Even when your face may no longer show,
To me, your love acts a comfort blanket;
I stare at the Sakura tree,
Night after night,
Day after day,
Waiting for it to blossom.
I watched the tiny buds,
Night after night,
Day after day,
Just waitting for it to happen.
sometimes i wished for peace
i wished for insanity
wish, wish, wish, all meaningless
i wished for meaning-- i
had none-- i had
no point. did i have a
moral compass? i wished my
And this is it,
the life I want.
I thought I couldn't have it all.
I thought it was too much of a price to pay.
I thought it was all for nothing...
but here I am.
I made it, and by my side-
stand up stand strong speak loud
nver let others push you down
never be pushed into silence got to speak up about the violence
the struggles the fear and the hunger
dont forget about your sisters and your brothers
Liberation of the mind, of the voices from behind, leave us blind to the motives we may seek. Catching us weak, in a moment so long, a week, we lose what is reality. How it’s supposed to be. Seeing these things we never wanted to see.
Liberation of the mind, of the voices from behind, leave us blind to the motives we may seek. Catching us weak, in a moment so long, a week, we lose what is reality. How it’s supposed to be. Seeing these things we never wanted to see.
I can't help desires.
They will come from deep inside,
With no way to hide.
I don't wish to disgrace them,
But only to keep them calm.
Rudy Valle
I am self-sufficient
I am the ying to my yang
I do not need a man to heal me
But I do need him, when the time comes
To understand that I am already whole
And not in the way that the ocean is
Raindrops
Pooling on my windowsill
Splish splash, splish splash
A cool breeze
Wind chimes twinkling and twirling
Crickets chirping
As the lightning bugs flutter about
To belong,
To be loved,
To be heard,
Each desire fights.
Human,
Self,
Me,
I.
Unpure,
Unworthy,
Rejected,
Cast aside.
Tears drop,
I' ma lover, not a fighter,
I said it all the time,
Keep smiling, push through, ignore it,
I didn't even realize,
That wading through life like this was the fight,
Checked in the mirror, but I looked fine
Thinking about the good days
I use to have the bad days I have
Are some what sad but I can't let
It get to me the world has so
Many possibilities and I want to
Explore them with my love ones
Scream and angers came into my life
Run as fast as you can to survive
Blurred vision and smoke in the sky
There is nothing I can do but cry
The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
Scream and angers came into my life
Run as fast as you can to survive
Blurred vision and smoke in the sky
There is nothing I can do but cry
The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
I’m sitting you down here today because we need to talk.
You know what? I take that back.
I need to talk. You need to listen.
When I sit in silence,
I close my eyes.
What's that noise from afar?
I need to change the oil in my car.
Wait. Pause. Breathe. Breathe…….
It’s amusing to me about how societal standards can affect one's mind deeply. It causes multiple questions to cultivate and confusion to disperse about identity.
My routine with you has never changed.
Night and day,
Your promises seem so far away.
My routine with you has never changed.
I pray, I write , I read.
You can't beat ignorance with a fist...something I was told
But society begs to differ as if our once warm blood is now cold
I try to stay positive but negativity resurfaces every chance it gets
Fear.
A giant wall built faster than it can be dissolved.
For every positive thought there seems to be ten fearful ones to drown it out.
At times it seems easier to fight fear with others by your side.
This is a recorded performance at the Bite of Seattle 2017.
I will type up the lyrics later.
I flick a cig and it lands on a leaf,
Burns to the ground and spins my beliefs,
Here is where I see a glimpse of hope,
A visual summary.
Time and time again,
I see this reflection,
Standing at the top of this hill,
I sit, stand, and laugh at hell,
Thinking,
"What a perfect reflection we see of ourselves."
With respect,
"I know it may seem cold to say just what I see,
This here, in my hands, is nothing more than an hour glass.
Time paves each grain of sand and marks the hours pass.
As each grain stumbles through a maze of consciousness,
It begins to identify itself with the others.
Bitter and hot, the coffee slides down her throat.
Soft, tired eyes stare at nothing.
A distant intimacy envelops her.
A mother scrubs at a stain on a shirt.
I keep a smile on my face to not let my true colors be shown
Keep the fact I'm dying a secret
My heart is breaking as we speak
But my mouth is shut I wont say a peep
I'm dying a slow miserable death
The End of the tunnel,
What this holds is my own glimpse of loop,
A lamp full of treacherous flow,
Reminding us all our repetitive deeds,
My oh my, what is this deadly sensation?
A sickening feeling, oh how I detest it.
Like a chemical reaction, I feel the explosion
Of a million thoughts, the mind's at the limit.
All my life I thought
Did I my color really matter
No matter how much I had
On my plate
I gave my all to the ones I loved
Serve myself on a platter
I try not to stumble
I.
The first day I realized
freedom is not free without a cost,
I was thirteen—
when we read To Kill a Mockingbird
and I could not help but think
One day
the sky roared
the ground shook
the veins of the Earth began to crack
they erupted
the sky howled
the once crystal clear waters were now replaced with tears of blood...
Lonely cage
lonely world
lonely someone
lonely girl
the hunter spotted
his naive prey
he lick his chops
and makes his way
“because I love you”, he says with a grin
This bullet is just for you , specially customized
So I killed you like it wasn’t a crime
But who am I to decide
If you should remain alive
Or act as if my weapon is just a permission slip
Relief (Heartless)
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
He’s a book with boxes
Analytical machine with no off switch
He’s got a checklist
And I'm on it
To you it might not seem a lot
And to you he cannot give it thought
But for every little thing you do
He owes his entire world to you.
Peace
has been forgotten lately
so she’s retreated. She hides
behind the curtains, alone in the
dark like a burrowed mole.
She keeps hoping her absence
will be noticed.
When I look around and see
Death and destruction following,
It's then, I wonder what's the beef?
We're all the same inside.
Brown, black, yellow, and white
are colors that tend to identify,
Like a wildfire, it spreads
The hatred, the anger
Like a domino effect, it follows
The pain, the sorrow
Driven by rage
Control is lost
the world seems to be insane
illness and pain
struggle and vain
what happened to the love?
why cant we seem to rise above?
loving and uniting
a stop to all the fighting
Pretty bird fall away Pretty bird come and play God made us out of clay But we don’t give a shit not even a prayer of thanks We live in a world where I don’t care is the coolWe live in a world when not giving a fuck is praised Killing our broth
the shade of our skin,
the color of our eyes,
the shape of our noses,
the way our hair falls,
things we don’t decide
yet they seem to be
deciding factors in how we see eachother,
Your hands
draw music from
the mute.
Whimpers and near
silent prayers,
murmurs from
below bubble and spill.
Waves crash
and the melody
swells from a
once silent body.
Do you know how scary it really isTo see a child begging for a mother’s kissBut you don't have the guts to tell him the newsHe'll never get it all be
Life is like a sailboat caught b/w 2 shores : joy & happiness and sorrow on the end,
this world is a song of God : sometimes joyful, sometimes sorrow,
it is mirror of our mind that resonates with this song,
Monster
Alexis Beyers
There was a monster starving within,
never satisfied with what I gave to him.
HEALING SESSION!!!
FORGET ABOUT THE PAST!!!
Nothing bent cannot be strengthened!
There is no problem that cannot be solved!
The church, the society and our Father in heaven,
Pray for the One
Good deeds are acts of prayer
To the light, our vanguard.
This is the time when
Acts of love are needed
To fortify the One of which
We all are,
The Light offered to a dark world, the Light who has come into my heart
The Light who's wounded hands that were pierced by nails has the power to move the mountains
Now I know what it’s like
To fear the loss of someone-
It’s terrible,
Horrible,
But what accompanies it is a tender notion,
A soothing feeling you can’t replace.
Search the earth, the skies, the space,
I used to know a girl
sad and bare was she
she cried all the time
and never thought
about the bright side
Hope had abandoned her
her spirit destroyed her
she never knew what to do
With golden locks of lace
I waltz around this town
This is no modern palace
This is my old home town
The people pass me by
And whisper to themselves
Am I the man that used to cry
To presidents and leaders
I give this poem life
In hopes that you would read it
And end all of these fights
Our continents are fading
as our families fall apart
I ask that you find wisdom
Worried is an understatement;
I long for stability, mentally and physically.
Each step brings forth many discomforts,
Some big and some small,
But all valid.
My mind is wandering,
I use my words,
someone’s words,
for I of course did not create the language;
to make a story, a tragedy,
that drips off the reader’s lips like honey
when they read...
if they ever read.
Home...
It was a typical
day. The same people
taking their daily walks and the
same children playing. Their smiles
precious, but unfortunately temporary.
Distressed, rejected, stranded, dejected and unaccepted was what one could define of me.
Though I was a sinner
but now a believer
Jesus my Redeemer and
my only baptizer.
It’s not by my righteousness
I received forgiveness
because He was selfless and though blameless
Browsing the shelves of knowledge that I have retained in my mind,
I take a moment to reminisce and bring to light what I gathered from every life experience.
Love.
Sing me to sleepYes sing me a song of painSing me a song of hopeSing me to sleep dearPut hope in my mindHelp me realizeI will be fineYes sing me to sleepSing me a song of grace
As the pen began painting strokes on the paper
The silence I've known for so long became deafening as I wrote the first letter
My scrambled thoughts became clear as the words danced from line to line
The thermosphere is showered with stars
Sprinkling the inky infinity with transcendent luminescence
Deep crimson to brilliant sapphire, they radiate
Forcing even souls of malice and anxiety to eternal serenity
She was toxic.
We were blamed
For simple things,
Like internet going out,
And traffic.
Things we couldn’t control.
She was toxic.
Manipulation was her superpower.
Always at her disposal.
I am from the farms and land
From the dates and coffee
I am from the village of Hoaf\
Built from stone like me
she hears about the news on the tv
anger, sadness, disappointment
all wrapped up in a fist full of fingers
ready to type, ready to fight
emotions dripping
Red is love.
It is the blazing sky from the setting sun.
Red is the coldest color.
Hark! What deviousness draws near
As dreary durges sound in the ear
While weary soldiers are soon ensnared
by wormfood wisdom which fouls the air
Wake the sluggish world lest
The Lord said, "Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
A child and his mother walk down the street
The boy in front
Each step slapping the ground
His miniature blue flip flops
Flapping away dirt and ants from under foot
The mother watches, the round of her belly
I would not Stop For Freedom.
But it proudly fought for me.
Through the fields of foreign lands,
And across the raging seas.
In the valley of uncharted territory.
Or the land just beneath our feet.
I'm just a girl that craves intangible things
Like love
A love that sees past my flaws
And imperfections
You see, beauty fades but we are infinite
When the morg fills with these bones of mine,
please know that I was not alone.
For inside me, was mind, made 1 and 3,
the soul to which I cling from with in
is composed of the holy trinity.
S e l f d o u b t d r i v e s h u m a n i t y t o i r r a t i o n a l b e h a v i o r.
We battle our masters
with laughter that shatters
the perception of contrasting stature.
A giggle is a stave through the heart of catastrouphy.
But we hide behined tears,
Share with me this moment.
As we lock hands, we take flight.
As we lock hands, we take control.
If only for this moment we share a fate.
If only for this moment we share a fate.
I pray you see me.
I pray you see me as I see you.
Like the rays of the sun shining on the Earth.
Your light is the epitome of life.
Your light is a smile, a laugh; a true gift upon this land.
As
I look up,
I see the world
that was left in
the waters reflection, the life
that happened, the pains and the
Patchwork stitching stars in the sky:
Blue, green, indigo, violet.
Thread is scarce so you have to use mine.
My entire life, being in the ocean has been habitually done.
You'll find me visiting there during the rise and fall of the sun.
If this was a crime, I wouldn't run.
People all over the world are dying.
Their prayers and hopes turn into crying.
Turn on the news and what do we see
but another catastrophe, now multiplied by three.
Seeing talks of nothing but things like war.
The sweet embrace
That gently calms me
Until my dying days
It adores me
A pale skin, lacking color
Has such a beautiful, silver luster
The dreary look in my eyes
Reflects the crying autumn skies
Self-doubt is a winner
Always defeated me
Low confidence destroyed my essence
Allowed poor characters in my life in many ways than one
Never felt good enough or pretty enough
I was weak and I was prey
I wanna cherish the new day,
I wanna sing with the sunshine.
I wanna dance with the wind and
The stars in the nighttime.
I wanna live.
I wanna laugh.
I wanna love my God and people everywhere--
Perhaps we fall in love to easy
Perhaps it's just a disease
maybe Believing what we want to believe
Just to be at peace
Trapped us in our mentalities
Before I start this, I want to let you know, I don't want no Glory, I just want you to hear my story
(Bare with me it has a good message)A beautiful giantess goes up to a little manTake him in her sexy foot and takes him in her softr hands" I wish to please you and make you very F**ed
We blame the gun for the shoots that fired.
In court the person said ''well i am just sick and tired''.
Guns are not the problem the people behind the gun is the problem
“What do you believe in the most?”
-- The magic
That starts
When you put together
Two broken hearts
And find
They make a whole
Wind, to me sing
Your lullaby,
Your comforting tone of peace.
I am not,
Could not be, alone
Amongst the presence of the breeze.
Tell me secrets,
Fear not, song,
If I were to die today,
Would you, darling, be okay?
The love I feel
For you is real
And does not need a breath to stay.
If the heavens were to shake,
The earth beneath my feet to quake,
Let this moment last forever,
To die in your arms is to rest in peace.
Gently kiss my pulse forever,
A shudder of the love you give to me.
Every touch you press against me,
I return to you with lust.
It's not a trial to slay a doe
Among the forest floor and snow,
Enchanted by the final breath
Echoing from the chasm breath.
A soul escaping from a snout,
A final breath struggles out
You will leave me, we will part,
We will bid our last goodbyes.
There will be lonely nights,
And days of missing,
But not now.
Because right now I am here,
And you are here
In my arms.
Rest in peace:
To the person no one recognizes,
Dying a death, a lonely death.
Rest in peace:
To the skinny girl in Africa;
The starving didn't get to her as fast as the AIDS.
Rest in peace:
I do not decide who I am, for who I am is decided by another
Some may think I strive to harm, but some may see me as their brother.
I loathe you,
Thief of waking hours.
Good terms can't be renewed,
With all the time you've devoured.
I want to see, think, and feel;
I want to spend my time pondering what is real.
I may be lonely, but I'm not alone
I may not be liked, but I'm loved
I may not be remembered, but I am not forgotten
I may be sad, but I have joy
I may not have any friends, but I got Friends
I see red rivers of blood
not merely puddles
You would think that this is a horror story
But this a contiguous continuous struggle
America you are a bully
Its 65 degrees inside this breezeThe truth is seizedCensoredare all who see
Someone said this was the age of AquariusI think notPeople forgot
What worlds lie behind our reflection
What variegated beings dance among our fate
What truth is there in resurection
What love lies amidst delphic hate
A girl writing words
A questioning heart
Accept it
Accept it
Open your hands and release
Watch it fall
A brief moment of satisfaction
Destination of full acceptance
We live here in the earth,
deep in soil, blood
red in clay and skin cresting
the sky,
we inhale.
We are young;
Face coated in oil
and litter,
fumes halo our head
Let’s go back to times of peace.
Times when women didn’t have to fear walking alone in the dark just to go home,
And children didn’t have to fear their lives while learning how to read and do math,
Gun control
Something that's important
Our world is at stake
Brothers
Sisters
Murdered
At what cause?
No control
Dark and wet
These memories we hold
Will forever be apart of us
These relations we mold
Will become a part of us
For we've known each other shortly
These, yes these events
Walking through the talking woods,
looking at the reflecting water,
I see a bag of old goods
and empty bottles underwater.
When meaty fists meet pacafists,they draw what comes to a draw.A brawling boulder that grows ever bolder,Approaching a tide which is tied to it's flaws. Though allowed to be spoken alloud,You prove absent in our hour of need.He on
Dear Anxiety,
A, Fuck you.
B, I'm so tired of it.
I just want to be free of you.
The feelings of not doing enough, being enough.
Dear atoms,Connection and explosion is the name of your gameIs that not the same of those you occupy?Molecule after molecule of swe
I pray that everyone will be at peace
I pray that hate will decrease and love will increase
I pray that there will be peace and that everyone will get a piece
I pray that war and crime may cease
Dear Mom,
Or Pam, I suppose.
Enabling the lowest of my lows.
Do you remember me? Is it the memory or the idea?
Cheap wonder bread and ham, cool kids who couldn't care less.
Dear God,
Hi.
It’s been a while.
At least, probably longer than it should have been.
Dear ex-bestfriend,
Im sorry.
I want your forgiveness I think it's the only way for me to forget you.Then again, I don't want to forget you.
It’s just a silly little game;
Like chess.
We’ll move, then they’ll move.
We’ll dance in circles until one of us gets too dizzy to continue.
The last pawn will eventually fall.
To the American people,
Why oh why is there so much hate.
For those who look a different way.
This country needs something to mediate.
And stop this racism soon someday.
I often reflect on simpler times in my life. While attending my elite private school on financial aid, my 10-year-old self would buy candy at the CVS and resell it on the playground to my classmates for a profit.
When a child dies,
who is left so wise
as those surviving youth?
Within souls of stone
we all but condone
a deeper death of them all.
You are forgiving
Although your strength can rip all things tangible
And envelop them,
Carry them to your darkest depths
And coldest crevices
…
Dear Purpose,
I am searching for you.
Day by day I walk by my mirror.
Side glances and momentary looks judge my exterior.
Day by day life gets more monotonous.
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 was 14
(the first time I was called a dyke)
And we laughed
Because society Is changing
And I love that
Just like I love everyone
Cowled in darkness, standing there,
A hooded figure ‘stride his mare,
I stand before him silently,
While chilling breath shears through the air.
“Your time has come, my mortal child.”
They said you died in the war that wasn't yours.
They said you fought a fight you didn't start.
They said you fought hard not to fight
Talking.
Talking is hard.
Breathing, eating, sleeping.
It all seems hard.
From the time I was a young girl to now, everything has been hard.
Exspressing my feelings is hard but I have a dream.
The air can blow us away,
But we can also blow air.
We can create air to use on others,
Yet air can not create us to use on air.
It is tossed around,
dear anxious self,
when your brain cannot stop thinking
and your heart beats in object terror
at things only the mind’s eye sees -
breathe.
Dear Person, I thought I knew,
The day we met I was at my best, life was full and my heart was beating out of my chest,
My pain is your pain
Your pain is mine
Differences alike
Similarities unique
Strength among weakness
Truth admist lies
Missunderstandings
Uniform of life
Dear friends against the people,
I am from the stories of the past
Compiled into the present.
Chicana they call me.
We got the fire
From dusk till dawn
Ours is such that
Can change the world
We have the fire
And we burn forever
As long as we are together
Dilemmas are a thing of the past.
Everyday we play danger with our lives. Smoking, drinking and partying with drugs. Tryna be a Tupac when in reality we just some low down wanna be thugs. We not shooters out here..We just should've, could've, would'ves in the hood. A NBA player to
Dear my old self,
I wish you had the commons sense to do better,
but in the end you made me better.
Your pure heart and your tender ways,
All you need was a little backbone and some base.
We live in a world that takes a little bit too much advantage from us
We live in a world that expects each and every living individual to be far from perfect
On the day my little brother begins to see race.
I'd like to think he will be ready for the talk I'll give him.
I'd like to think he will be ready to carry the weight of all the self-love I will place onto his shoulders.
Theres a river in me. It's waves slide past each other slowly and smoothly. My blood is a big river, it flows through my veins, heart, bones and my brain too.
Man, her smile is so big, why is she so happy?
Why is she always smiling?
She sits alone, always looking in her phone
But what they didn't know is that there is a battle going on
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,
Jesus Name is so Sweet.
He is Immanuel
That means God is with us, so all is Well
Let me say it again, Happily, I repeat:
Jesus Name is so Sweet.
I wish ,
I could be ,
With no one but me,
Enjoying my company,
Besides the rough sea.
I rest by the shore,
Below the palm shade,
Mesmerized by the blue marvel,
A beauty that ever would fade.
In a mad world he mad king rules. Carried to the thrown on the shouders of an angry and desparate mob.
Wielding pick axes and pitchforks with black lung and black hearts where Black Lives Matter is a thing because..
Tell me about the time
Where the moon was the only light that earth needed
To guide it’s nocturnal creatures,
Where it’s inhabitants did not rely on the exhausts of human devices
To color the sky;
If only you could see,My favorite place to be.A place where I can rest Is nature at it’s best. The water ripples near So loud it's all you hear.A secret place to be, A spot made just for me. In shallow waters still,To touch would send a chill.A sh
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND VISUALIZE A BETTER WAY OF LIFE... I CAME HERE TO CREATE A MORE PEACEFUL LIFE... I FELT AS IF IT WAS TIME FOR ME TO REALLY BE HEARD... MAYBE TODAY WAS MY DAY TO SEE THE BEAUTY MY WORDS.. I USUALLY WRITE AS I THINK...
I close my eyes.
I breathe.
I smile and embrace the wind in my hair.
My heart is breaking so I seek peace.
I pray.
I want to cry but I can't.
Look at my face-
I will always seem okay
Dear Depression,
Your waves rushed over me
The pain was comparable to the sting of your biggest bee
Your words
They said she had to be on drugs.
It wasnt because she had a disfunctional family and people filled her head with dark.
She wasn't ever depressed for thinking about how the world turned.
You try to take me down, I'll look you in the eyes.
Look you up and down, then have you tell me lies.
Tell it to your friend we're all gonna die, so take it to the skies.
Because I love you
I became a better me
How can I love you properly
If I don't take care of myself
Because I love you
I prayed for you
So your spirit may be strong
I feel my lungs fill with air
It's my own type of prayer
Throughout my spiritual journey
I make my body a place to feel worthy
There was once a young kid of Madrid
Whose smile they could never get rid.
They wanted to throw him
To break him, to stone him.
But he wasn't- 'twas only forbid.
We are in need of peace
Senseless acts of corruption sadly appear everywhere
Lives are sadly lost
That my friends is clear
Families are in a state of uncertainty
As they stand near the gate
Dreams Of Tomorrow
I have a dream, do you?
No matter the hardship I still have a dream
I have a dream of white and blacks holding hands together, do you?
In the road walked a woman with a bleeding soul
her heart was dragged into a ditch
her mind was stuck in a dark pit
walking the long and lonesome roads
her eyes stared into the naked woods
Love is wild,
Like a flower.
When you like a flower you just pluck it,
When you love a flower you water it daily...
You nourish it,
Heal it,
Rejuvenate it,
Because I love you….
I will allow you into my heart,
I will share my secrets with you,
Because I know they are safe with you.
I will cry in front of you..
And with you..
Sprouted, growing, like a tree in her prime.
One with this earth.
Hand in the dirt.
Fingers rooted, absorbing fertility,
Becoming the support that keeps sauntering people above.
A clear tapestry sewn together with the tools of Passion, Love, and a firey Obsession
Can be bound together with ones true confession
Because I Love you I let God take you away,
I don't believe in "love"
I don't believe in soulmates
The way others do
I don't think any relationship is perfect
I think "love" is a tired subject
I think too many people spend too long
we look inside to dig deeper then ever before
a willingness by which to explore so much more
love is all around us as if hope springs a new
many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew
When sons no longer raise swords against their father.
Who can stand?
When truth arises out of her well.
Who can stand?
When the downtrodden are lifted.
Who can stand?
When the huddled masses embrace.
Love is caring for someone,
even if it isn’t reciprocated.
Love is helping someone,
even when it isn’t needed.
Love is blessing someone,
even though it isn’t known.
Love is being friend with someone,
Love is like a fresh breath of spring,
With love, anyone can do anything.
When down, just take a look around,
and make sure your love is seen as profound.
Hug, kiss, talk, miss,
I want to go where the water meets the land.
There is a balance there.
There is no sound like that which sand and lapping water share.
I spilled into that frosting grass.
Spindly, numb blades lusted for the blank sky above
and bent and bedded me into their meadow-berth.
The pinching smell of nothing burnt my nose
When the world is sleep, I am awake
The energy is pure and the air is clear
The frequencies radaite
The matrix is nonexistent
Anything seems possible
I hear it
I feel it all
As I sit here, I begin to wonder, "How can this world so easily cast me asunder?"
Falling Victim to all of the pressure, and a pain so deep that none could measure.
When they come you may never know
for when they speak it will surly show
creative minds and beautiful flow,
dont underestimate what they bestow
Everyday they pass by
one in love while the other cries
What has become of the world
a vortex of death and destruction.
Is it too much to ask
for people to respect others
to respect their decisions
to respect their religion
to respect their views
A land once so green and fertile,
Was reduced to nothing,
Nothing but mere rubble.
Ashes,
Ashes of mansions,
Of what was once a village.
Scope so wide,
Because l love youI trust you I care for youEstoy loca para tìTe preocupas por mì? Love.. strong word one syllable Love.. sometimes may not be visible Do crazy thingsThinking insaneLove..
Isn't it crazy how everyone in this lifetime insipres and impacts others
Some way or somehow
Just saying a little compliment can make the difference between lonliness and appriciation
Guiding Holy Spirit
anxiety?
No need to fear it
Blissfully
I Breathe
What a way to be!
Jesus once again conquered death,
& Gave Life to the powerless.
I long for the abyss spirit and love beyond the universe from my family especially my mom and sister I long for I crave for a deep conversation a passionate kiss, adventure with not knowing where I'm, moonlight lit by millions of beautiful bright
All these years later
I still dream of you
A day in the park
Late spring
Under that tree
Hiding from the sun
Half asleep
You
Tracing secrets
In the palm of my hand
Broken Fixers.
This life isn't broken.
It was never a working thing.
The people didn't know.
They cry
A bridge among barricades
A bird among bears
Love is free, love is peace
Trust from a tired heart
Energy from an exhausted mind
Love connects, love supports
Sanity reaches out her hand
To stop the unstoppable comet,
Singed flesh to show
For the one she saved.
She was damaged
But she was whole.
Is there only happiness
Wondering if I'll ever find you And the serenity you're bring.
As I close my eyesI shut off my mindAnd go back and time
What's out there in the world?
Nature.
There's so much beauty to be discovered,
to be preserved.
It must be kept alive.
To save the world,
to save us-one by one.
despair causes friction. yes, hurt causes tension.
these years got me feeling undriven. make it past these years. work hard.
under the darkened layers of silk & lush
we can commence in a push
filter through soup bowls with moss in the undertow
you unleashed the lion in me
caged barbaric creatures having little eyes
we make plans the break plans
do we give up ?
it all depends upon the creature or the creator
there are those drifting in a sea of the make believe
lost in the sauce of compromise
There comes a time when we will be tried,When our coats are sopping wet,And our brains are fried,Our shoelaces swishing through a puddle as we fret,
they were merciless,
as they shot innocent human beings,
for accused of using drugs
they were merciless,
as they use make up stories,
just to say they were right,
We should be the melting pot mean come together.
But I notice an ever increasing hatred toward their fellow man
Tolerance for racisim in inexcusable yet many are reluctant to deiiver
this is a dope joint & I'll get to the point
in certain circles we always regret the decisions we make
making choices with no voices
we got heads today that really want to stay in the game
but who am I to blame
Unmerited favor from God
Perhaps you want another ice cream flavor
For by grace are you saved through faith
Giving you something you don't eve deserve
A love that will not let me go
today I sought a peace between two worlds
one distant the other near
for I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain
not having her in my arms was driving me insane
Check one on the mic I'm about to bite
a victim of race spread out your Peyton place
let me take you down to the hood
this is where you get the real lessons in life
Hustlers pimping their rides
The Princess and the Peace
By Sophia de Castro
Once upon a time,
There was a princess
Who dreamt of the day she would sleep peacefully,
Unbothered by the peas underneath her mattress.
Oh the dirt will scream
The mountains will cry
And their souls won't speak
Because they'll be tongue-tied
We can each do our part in society. Maybe fix a flat tire for a neighbor or offer a cup of cool water to a stranger. Go to the widow & orphans in their affliction. I'm keeping it real people.
Come take out your bible
Let us start a revival
Unification is the plan
Grab your bothers hand
We shall all live to understand
The drunkard in the gutter is still are brother
Although those many years have passed
Having every bit of reason to grasp
The true message in his songs
Seen him twice in Hartford, Ct
That brother made a dent in my true memory as a young G
There's a battle for your mind but you say it's just fine
pulling a 9 to your head it's the walking dead
Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation
A seed was drop from a farmers bag that was bad
Bruh, I know your up but it's getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I'm sweating from the new day's sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
Your the voice that many of us wish we could have..in your inner simplistic sense you evoke a revolution that is charged with a timeless gift of love. Standing further as a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of creative arts.
Like monasteries of old, you,
lie perched on a hillside near the village
You are mysterious, somber & silent
yet there are no huge carved
Wooden doors flung open wide
to welcome weary travelers,
I was lying on my back look up at the ceiling
Trying to come up with a wheel or dealing
See I kept a diary sense I was young
I captured my dreams filled up with kings & queens
Stop what you are doing and make believe this thought:
Pretend you are alone & safe on a Himalayan mountain
Meditate & somehow find yourself sitting there in a warm room.
At peace & willing -
we could dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
skull bones with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
eyes with spots having holes
let's escape to a darkened world below
at first glance it appears harmless to look upon
so you take your first sip
a numbing sensation comes from within
then gradually you build up the tolerance
then the second one comes & the third
Calamity spreads his dirty wings
Like a vulture, preying on the old and weak
The helpless children, shaking and shivering
But for a mother's touch
Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal
I like to keep it all in until it starts to get heavy
No toke of a smoke on a blunt to implode
"She wished to be happy, and fell asleep with an entire sky above her." I just need a break. There's so many people that just don't understand and that don't even try to. I just wanna go back to what it use to be.
The Everlasting Sunshine After
The sun is the light of my life
Shining so bright and so clear when
Even that I'm near. When I'm sad the
Sun is right near to say no matter where
Keeping it real from the heart: We need to talk, Why is it that some people get away with things in society & others don't. It's a double standard. Also how come atheists have so much hate in their system ?
We both met at a party so long ago
A breath of fresh air was in sight
A moon glow at the edge of the end of the night
As I looked deep within her eyes
out of the vials of the pit of my soul
one may evoke fear or that which hurts you the most
I had fallen asleep after a bitter long day
hadn't had the time to bow the knee to pray
Magic breathes life in our hearts
Destiny resides in our souls
Our path now shimmers unshadowed by the night
With one embrace partnered by a tender kiss, the bounds
How sweet thy name
I speak it and your voice calls
I hear wonderful whispers from your lips
Followed by the smile bestowed upon your face
I realized, as the world before me was bathed in yellow and orange sunlight,
that I have been cold.
It is warm and homey and yet, I am cold. In my bones there's a sickening chill,
yesterday we used to pray
today you say it ought not be that way
I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore
she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store
I was raised by my grandma Mable
This world is inhibited with cruelty and vengeance
Where they gather today to reside the reminiscence.
We are our own oblivion, shattering ourselves with the knowledge of nothingness.
Death awaits-
A solemn choice for Monarchs blend
beneath the barren sod I reflect
the notion of death in its timely plight
forget the night & the day is far spent
Dear feminists.
I'm sorry for your losses, you tried hard.
But despite all your efforts to rule the world,
you are still a slave.
Just like me.
Every black man, white man, and woman of every race.
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.
Loving God,
teach me to be silent,so that I can stay close to youand listen as you speakwithin my heart and through what I see, hear and what men Speak.
Love's Light
through the duration in time
we have created a rhyme
finding solace amidst the quest of nature
now is the expectant hour
What if Transparency
we make love we give love
yet sadness almost always fills our hearts
there is a great void that block that imagination
a peer of a sullen mast explosion
Thy voice is on the rolling air;
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou stand out in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair
I have ben in the slums of life,
up to my knees in the murkey waters of rejection
I have been knocked down, forced onto m knees by life
and yet, I still rise
I do not rise for the glorifiction of myself
Where did you go
My Soul, my soul?
Oh God do answer
For only you know.
My soul, my soul
To where did you leave?
Or are you trapped within pulsating walls
Where the darkness does so cleave?
If a raindrop
could represent
the love in
a man's life
a rose would grow
being much like love itself
starting at the bottom
with splinters and thorns
What if white were black and black were white,
What if night were day and day were night.
Would things stay the same
Or would they suddenly change?
You see, it's all about the meaning, not about the name.
jihadjihadis
what was it?who are they?
Not a bunch of crazywar-fuelledblack-clothedextremists.
Starlit Resources
May brings desert winds giving a warm Spring when least you expect it...
Unknown to the letter,
unreached like pictures
Doing Time
put you rubbers on talk to your john
switch to the rhyme we all stand alone
look inside we got nothing to hide
with random words got my head in a stir
Anger is a virus that takes hold of every fiber in your body
It corrupts the interface of your brain and every thought
Anger is so intense and sometimes becomes one’s identity
The Face Of Christ
as a young boy I was out in my lawn
I looked intently up at the sky
to my amazement I saw the face of Christ
having a vast domain of saints behind him
This war we're fighting is more important than we know,
It more than simply being 'rebels' or 'feeling the flow'
It's about making a world filled with hope.
It's more than words on page,
Than going through a phase,
One...one I say one 800 on the under cover cop
She took off her top
I'm in a hurry so don't you worry
Get a little bit closer
The Children of Never Light
the more I see through open eyes,
fools come my way with alibis
playing the game of chance with mankind;
I touch a shattered sky with a broken heart,
vital, yeah that recital, not
at all idle covering alotta ground
all relative, selective
advocating
safe and sound,
pound for pound,
word for word,
sums, if not all
I’m glad eye heard or
Coffee Talk
you don't have to say you love me...
as a bug snuggled in a rug,
aroma...basking in the aroma
a time well spent in thought
Have you ever stood there?
In the morning dew
watching the rays of gentle gold
creep their way along the onyx sky.
Listening to the murmur of the leaves
Welcome To The Grand Illusion
where are we have we gotten lost ?
hands, eyes & face
deep inside were all the same
a chance to rearrange in the membrane
Hope Again My Friend
warm blankets fly away
glowing pixie wings shatter
the compulsion destroys everything
charging in like a wild bull
A Raindrop
A raindrop is a tear that falls when angels cry
Then it helps the trees and flowers to grow
The raindrops are falling all over the place
Cleaning the trees and helping the animals find their food
Flowers made for war.
A bullet for my sweetheart.
I do kind things,
These wonderful sweet things,
But I want to see you bleed.
Arousal from your torment,
And a smile for your pain.
When Darkness Falls
When darkness falls there is no day
And all of the night's friends come out to play
The ghost was bored
so he called his friends
Falling
Falling in the dust on the ground
A way to explain with hip hop beats in my brain
Staying up late at night just chilling with a flame
This is a roll up so what's the hold up
Love. Thats it. The answer, the way.
If only everyone thought that today.
If only love was at the frontlines of war,
There would be peace, and violence no more.
If only love was the greater message.
Song To Nature
Today it was bright and the sun shone above
The sky was an azure blue
And the breeze from the east made a low hallowed sound
as it blew all the leaves to their demise on the ground
The Persistent Quest
I've been searching and searching
for something I had lost
And I vowed to keep on looking,
regardless of the cost
A Lonely Man's Dream
I wish I could write a love song
A song that would take away the pain
A song about a very lonely man
Too many times hurt and used for someone else's gain
Twenty one point three.
Twenty one point three million.
Twenty one point three million refugees
Half of which aren’t even eighteen,
Forced from home simply because,
A land of old.
Made out of gold.
Its sheer uniqueness unshared.
Inhabitants dwell in darkness.
Light seen but unrealised.
Hope dashed upon smartness.
Smartness filled with mischief.
Blood Upon The Walls
The leaders of light are now all sleeping
no more will they stand proud above the dawn
And the murderers who left the crowds all weeping
Remain alive to cast hate on and on
If Happiness Had A Face
How can I say this ?
What kind of words would do ?
If my happiness had a face
It would look just like you
I looked at my hands
They whispered old
No, I cried
My flesh is firm
My eyes are bright
The years controlled
They whispered old
I looked at a tree
There's A Feeling Deep Inside
There's a feeling deep inside me
that just won't go away
Sometimes it reaches the surface,
and sometimes it's tucked away
Prayer Time..Anybody Need Prayers Come Close...Dear Lord Jesus Christ, help us to discover new insight into your word. We surrender fully to your Lordship.
Peace
my child,
peace within.
I skipped a rock
the ripples spin.
I seek the truth
I threw the stone,
but still I ponder
Where did it go?
Peace within.
Look at the lake
My love is Beautiful
My love is Kind.
Mantras that I keep in Mind.
I am Amazing
I am Great
I start to feel the ground
it shakes.
I want to Love
To feel my Soul
The Decision
When I was young I looked at life differently
Through a small lens of scope
Now that I'm old let the truth be told...
A lie is still a lie and the truth a truth
It's been said before by many and few but among them this quote reigns true it's me against the world and the world is winning, it's become so cold no one has the strength to be bold, it's a world where people are told what not to be and what not
In a world built by the blood, sweat, and tears of people who look like meFrom the fields to front officesFrom the streets to street prophetsThey look at us and still see the whips and chainsThey owned us
I opened a book..Of which had no title..Took a second look.. andAwakened a mind that was idle..
The great I know is the one that tells the thieves' liesPeace and happiness you decide your own lifeBut once lives are taken for reasons of the unknown Concepts such as hatred, as to detest our natural skintoneThey say I might die tonight, I might
The story begins long ago,
A new world they called it,
Ready for civilization.
Like a diamond in the dark,
Its heart began to pump the blood
Of freedom.
Freedom from
And freedom to,
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.
History repeats itself like a broken a record.
200,000 years living together as a race,
but yet our society is stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Make America Great Again,
America was Great.
America was Great,
January,
The third friday,
The 20th,
We left our hearts
to live in our heads.
It was supposed to get easier
but compassion is dead.
Driven by money
and heavy with pain;
The blood on the ground
runs in each of our veins.
My America is red;
Cherry lemonade by the side of a pool
In the summer of my childhood
Lips stained with sugary popsicles and fresh watermelon.
It is red like Coca Cola;
The kind from glass bottles
i stand among the people
and cannot help but wonder
how the manner in which we think
halts our spectacle of justice
She is a land mass like no other,
She is the Nation of Power,
She embraced this misfit foreigner,
Like a caring Mother She molded me...
molded me to pursue The American Dream.
You are blind.
Do you realize our shape?
You are misfitted, who are you, one of a kind?
No, I think not.
You do not come together.
Instead, we're all the same but yet we are separated;
To live in a society
Of
Love, Altruism, Harmony;
Where all my brothers and sisters not just by blood but by humanity,
“Oh say! can you see
By the dawn’s early light.”
A land of inequities,
And people cowering in fright.
Masses of refugees
Come home to this sight.
We
Us
Our
Misery
Forever stuck in the mistakes of our histor
Together
We are
Forever
We are
Mistaken
We are
Foolish
We are
As I sat in my chair one evening fair, with my family sitting there without a care.
I heard a blare from Satan's layer, to come and snare my right to heir.
My family heard it too, what to do? is this a demon come for you?
America, the home of the free
Founding Fathers resisting a tyrannical power
Oh how we brought them to their knees
And now, here we are, at the end of our nation's hour
With the violence taking over the world
That soft, kind emotion is what I long for.
That thing that is so precious not everyone can have.
I yearn for that feeling one day,
I desire that feeling.
That feeling I know is warm and gentle.
Behind the dark sky of clouds
A sun rests, with all its' stars
And as I walk, forever proud
Of my many universes that are
Behind the clouds, behind the sun
Behind anything that has not yet begun
Father and daughter
Mother and son
Torn at the dining room table
Food and words flying about sPewed in every direction with no true target
The streets are littered with insults and hate
nothing can bring me peace
here in the dark
I am dying
but the light lives
that much is evident
seen through shuttered windows
The Star – Spangled BannerA tune of greatnessThough the tune is sweetAnd the message is greatBut the mission is not achieved. The Star – Spangled BannerHas not yet fought with unemploymentOther citizens lack chance for higher educationWith poor ec
BLACK with no Regret
I'm Black With No Regret
And maybe my shoulders scream it too
Or maybe it's in our stride
And strong voice and afros
I'm Black With Some Regret
America? Known as a nation reborn,
Through war and tragedy we still uplift our hopes.
We take each other by the hand urging them to hold on,
There are the men that choose to face each other causing hate and struggle.
In a world where nothing stays the same
Either for better or worse
America could either lead to fame
Or it can lead you to a hurse
Aren't they both the same?
They seem to be a curse
Close your eyes and submerge into it beck and call,
Do not think just fall.
Do not wonder just sink,
Fill a cup of it and drink.
Forget it all and give into it,
Sing its song,
Find comfort in it,
My brothers, my sisters
Why do we judge? Why do we hurt? Why do we fight?
My brothers, my sisters
Why do we frown? Why do we groan? Why do we hate?
My brothers, My sisters
How do you suvive in a world thats full of evil?
Where negativity flow so freely through our own people.
Where a person is not free to be who they are.
Question one.
How did Nazi Germany rise to power?
A) Religion
B) Scapegoating
C) Nationalism
D) All of the above.
i look around this crowded place
my heart beats a little faster
who's face will be the last i see
the end of this final chapter
than i see the black dead tree
i stop thinking there is no after
America flies, but we need to soar.
We strive for higher, but pull ourselves down.
We look to the left; we look to the right,
When the answer is meet in the middle.
Four and a half years after you came into my life you are gone from it
One year of silent staring
Seven months of friendship
One year and four some odd months of dating
And the rest in between,
Well...
Faces facing forward,
Focus Fixated on the Flag.
God Bless America,
Land of the Free and those Good-for-Nothing Mexican Scumbags.
Hand over Heart,
Hand over Ears,
over Eyes,
Will that new car make you happy?
Can the latest and greatest phone
make you feel less alone?
Materialistic things we want give us a smile.
But they are merely just temporary tattoos that
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work.
But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
If every yellow blossom was an echo of your laughter
and every star that shines glinted brighter in your eye,
there'd be a flower for everyone
all seven-point-five billion
and the night sky'd be so bright
This pen is a sword
the paper it's victim
though not through words
do you find that its poison
but rather through lines:
bent and shaped as they are
they capture your mind
2016 was the year I learned the definition of an anachronism,
someone who doesn’t mold into their own time period,
as if they’re some alien from another planet,
a time traveler indefinitely stuck in the wrong century.
I live in fear
That one day
One day
We will die
No, not just one
All of us.
I Live in fear
Knowing that
Quiet
Absence of sound
It replaces the noise
Emptying my mind and choking it
Silence
In a vision of hardened hearts and blinded minds;partaking of the precious fruit may seem like a waste of time. I bare the sweetest fruit in all the earth.Nothing can compare. I can satisfy your thirst and hunger for relief from this world.
I am a part of Generation Z and amending society
I wonder what waits for me after this inaguration
I hear voices in protest and anger
I want peace
Not the kind of peace that is
Fabricated, constructed or tainted
I want the peace
of the meadow and clear skies
and a river near by
The sort of peace that lets you breathe
can't we scatter our love like seeds in the spring and watch them grow and hear the birds singing and as the passer-by smells newborn fruit it will give them a reason to follow suit. can't the love we accept be the love we give? the hungry
Our skin is not as white as snow
Does this make us worthless?
A lot of us grew up in single parent homes
Does this make us inadequate?
We commit the same crimes
But why do we only get the life sentences?
If I died, I’d cry
But if I didn’t, then I’d never be alive
I think I’m sad sometimes
But other times I think that I’m just lying
I like to sing out loud about death
And feeling bad, and never being their yet
I can't stop thinking about you.
Completely innocent, we fell asleep together.
Laying next to you
under a big blanket
our legs brushing against each other,
our faces less than a foot away.
You are on the Road, the Road gets you to where you need to be.
It does not matter how many potholes you hit.
It does not matter how narrow the Road appears.
Broken to Beautiful
This world is
Broken
Sadness
Floats the air like smoke from a cigarette
Depression
As the leaves have fallen down
So does my heart go
Bare trees rooted in the ground
Yet I fly away
Twelve months ago where were you
Seasons have changed you
Twelve months later a new you
Ripples of a Third World Heartbreak
My eyes will open
And I will see the vibrant yellow paint that has coated the walls of my room
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,
I've been blind
I've been blinded
I've been so blind that I can't see the signs
I don't notice the signals
I don't know what you want
Hell I don't even know what I want
We believe in the constitution, even willing to bet our lives on it, yet we aren’t even sure it’s actually complete
The equal rights amendment has never been truly ratified
A year ago, I was not me.
But who then, have I come to be?
A year ago, I had the same name, voice, and face
I wore these same clothes and lived in the same place.
I have not gone through catastrophe,
In a thousand years
when wishes are our currency
and death is but a temporary, tactile illusion…
where will love find you?
Will you find her by the willow flowers
or underneath the daffodil tree
The world anticipates the new year
to forget what has gone past
but in 2016 we had many firsts
and certainly many lasts
Now we came into the year expecting a fresh start
Our thoughts and prayers are with you say the living to the dead
But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head
"I can't live without my precious gun, it brings me too much joy", they say
When I think of home,
I do not think of walls and floors.
I do not imagine an occupied dome
With some windows and doors.
Home is where love is felt.
Home is where you learn to smile.
Sadness reigned over her
3 years of pure sadness
Nothing, she was nothing
With one moment with one word
She is taken back
Sometimes I feel like the little girl inside of me is screamingScreaming because she’s hurting & doesn’t know how to communicate why or how she’s hurtingScreaming because she wants attentionScreaming just because
The winds of change have blown
They enveloped my restless heart
They gently whispered in my ears
"It's time for a brand new start."
Reluctantly, I tried to listen
But in my comfort zone, I stayed
I felt like it was happiness that swelled and swirled in my soul
But as I dug deeper there was an impediment much worse, myself
That's when the battle began
The battle I struggled to avoid for so long
What has become of this wretched world?
Spiteful jealously, countless wars,
Muderous hate killing innocent love
Many crimes taken out by two-faced criminals
The world, driven to destruction and chaos
So much has transpired in under
365 days.
My life seemed to change every
24 hours.
On the third month, I grew in age by
1 year.
Live in your bubble for a day
Not for a lifetime
Look up and see the world
The world outside your own
That is the world you live in
Not the one you've created
You’re making me new
Giving me a new groove.
Wiping clear the past,
Correcting us with Your divine chast.
While the rod de God hurts
This is it, we have won.
But in reality, the battle has just begun.
My brothers and sisters, together we stood tall.
But as the fight continues, we must promise to never fall.
We camp in glory, we camp at peace.
How the flower sits
so brightly lit
How perfectly it fits
how perfectly it sits
wading in the sun
always having fun
it goes along with the breeze
and so do the trees
and so do the leaves
The wet soil crunches with every drop of water that pellets the ground.
Leaves bend to make way for the pouring force from the sky.
Thundering above the ground,-
Booming with loud claps of sound and light,-
One day, the veil
was blown away.
And I saw Him,
like the flowers in May.
His eyes were bright, deep,
War and Peace…
A dynamic dichotomy
Though Peacemaker and Warrior
Require equal audacity
God bless the Peacemaker
Whose enlightened vision
For the preservation of Humanity
An unplanned gathering,
Turned into a landmark event.
Ocean waves become steady heartbeats.
Welcoming warmth after months of harsh ice
all things once dead feeling alive again
regrowth, nourished by the sunglight
everything in greens, yellows, and bright blues.
Where there is peace
there is inspiration
stillness
imagination
Where there is peace
there is love
like in a mother's womb
a natural state
quiet
warmth
Looking through my window, seeing the clashes of tropical view
As the heat hugged my clothing tighter, my memory of the eclipse smile all together
Waking up like a restraining order, as the clouds walk past my house
What would you change?
A blind society blessed with vision through knowledge
While screens worldwide buzz and ink splashes on paper
Spreading gossiping,
Hateful,
GOLDEN OpportUNITY
KEY TO CommUNITY
Unlocks hearts and minds
To the beauty of UNITY
Where hate is dead
Love lives for eternity
And the cloud's silver lining
Beholds a GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
Almighty! Almighty!
Grant us each others love
Grant us Unity
Almighty! Almighty!
We are you, you are we
One commUNITY
Almighty!
Make me an instrument
Of your will
The past twenty four hours I have been in a state of disbelief.
I missed a day of writting poetry and there is no source of relief.
A constant state of grief.
Now, this day that has been granted is now a day of redemption.
If the only thing to fear is fear itself
I find it funny that I'm so scared to be
Courageous.
I am most scared when no one expects me
to stand up.
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
I dream
one long,
dark night
a dream
where
darkness
has overcome
the light.
It's a nightmare
In a funnel
where I cannot
seem
to get
out of
Why are we people subservient to the self-servient nature in us?
We need to set our minds on each other and fill our hearts with trust
So that we can maintain our grassy plains,
Cultivate creativity,
Exhaustion seeps into my bones,
The crisp morning chill sends daggers through my veins
But I fight it, urging myself to leave my bed of cotton and clouds
Society has become a warzone in itself.
The enemies are your deepest, darkest secrets and the negative opinions of those in the surrounding atomosphere.
“Namaste, I say”
Tension in my shoulder,
Strain upon my spine.
Worries trapped in my brain,
No time for cloud nine.
So my skin gets colder…
There is nothing quite like getting in the car while it rains.
I turn onto the interstate, and set my pace at about 70 mph.
I love the sound of each and every rain drop falling onto my car.
When I feel despair rise in the back of my lungs
And the grip of it strangling me from within
Then I feel the call of my siren
Beckoning me for a midnight meet
Worlds away thats where I've gone
Worlds away thats where I belong
Stress comes in and the happiness goes out
Happiness comes back when I put in headphones and really jam out
roastingwinter mealsjust beforethe snow hits,the dry chilling airencircles us twolittle penguinsin our black overcoatsas we smellsweet sugars formupon the darkening skin
My hair dances in the wind,
While the sunshine warms my cold skin.
The apple red leaves,
Crunch softly beneath my boots.
The birds singing their songs,
Make my spirit float up,
Going outside makes me feel good
I would spend all my time walking around if I could
strolling and observing is what I do
and breathing in the fresh air too,
Minutes and hours pass by
How fast they go, oh my!
The low sounds of the blowing wind seeping through my slightly cracked window.
The scratching of my dog’s nails outside of my door so I can let him in.
Emerald and aqua, then scarlet hues
A streak of pink or pastel blue
Colors swirl together with beauty and grace
Pencils meet paper with the sweetest embrace
Everyone warns "Stay inside the lines"
We are shot when we are compliant
We are shot when we are defiant
There are mothers crying
There are children dying
They want to keep us institutionalized
I know what the Germans done
Lost in the land of backpacks, bullying, and excuses
I just can't take it any more, I'm a complex thinker in a simple, close-minded land
The bland robots walk around with the same daily routine
People have one best thing in the world; usually a noun of some sort, person/place/thing.
It could be a book, or a animal, or the library.
I'm not that much different, I have a noun like everyone else.
When I have grown old,
And my time has come to an end,
I will leave this place.
When my job is done,
I will spread my wings and fly,
Fly far, far away.
I said, "How long will it take?"
I mean, we've seen the same mistakes
Ain't it crazy after all this
We're still waiting for change
And the faces are the same
The pain, it still remains
The cold breeze caresses my faces as blades of grass gently prick my back.
The little voice in my head instructs to inhale and exhale,
to relinquish any worry, frustration, or hate.
Sneakers laced up tight,
Water bottle filled to fullest height.
It may take a drive short or long but
Always,
I long to take a hike.
Nature beckons me to explore;
"Our thoughts and prayers are with you," say the living to the dead
But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head
"I can't live without my precious gun! It brings me too much joy!"
it’s paper mache and rhymelaughing with people with no sense of timeart is the lives of you and methe people that color history
Imitation is suicide
Why walk when you can fly
What wakes me up early to greet the day
Is turning on the news and hoping to see a change
But all I see is children in chains
And sand covered in brains
Fallen Shoulders
Once Raised High
Gardens Growing Up like Vines
Flower fields place their Roots
Deep within the Spine they Loop
Beneath Between Around About
The Cord that Dances
Up to the Crown.
Leaves of gold, leaves like fire
They hit my face and the taste was bitter
But I laughed. And the sunlight poured down
Though the stained-glass canopy of leaves
The brown ones, they crunched
Poetry is inclusive like an outstretched hand
Its words pull you near and into Its foreign land
Escape, escape, escape again...
You dont need to fear, to tremble or roam without a cause
Get in the car. Drive for a little while. Among the dusty plains. It's a place I call home. Don't know anything else. Purple ringed skies. In the air carries no lies. I can breathe easy tonight. The radio is real loud. But it soothes the soul. A
What do I do when life gets rough,
when stress makes me feel like I've had enough?
What I like to do is sit down and breathe,
especially when I've found a good book to read.
The rain hits the window screen.
Pages rustle with soft grace.
Dark ink messages
Whisper sounds of peace.
The lightbulb gently glowing.
Music fills the cold heart.
Body heats up slowly.
“Why don’t people know about this.” I think
As my body soars away from my seat
I feel as thought I’m filling the space
like water once shaped to the pipes
Growing up in a world where we see many different faces.
They come from all around the globe, all types of places.
But what's the difference between you and I?
As I sleep...
Life continues to happen
My chest rises and falls to the rhythm of me breathing
Although I sleep...
my heart is awake
A sun gleaming red and green
A time that disappoints the people who have been mean
A time of anticipation from young to old, even the teens
A time that reality has overshadowed by a dream
Does time heal everything?
Because I, still feel the same.
Will you please take me away?
Oh please just take me away.
I used to be so strong, well not really just was numb to it all.
Raising sons full of ire,
Restraint is no longer their friend.
With news, IT builds a fire.
In only destruction it will end.
You did this, you did that,
Three hundred years of accusation.
to test limits and defy explanation
to tread murky waters and not look back
to sour higher and higher and be able to look down
to concure fear with a flick of the wrist
to try
The flames die out.
Ghostly traces of red and orange and purple haunt the sky.
The last moments of light cling to the clouds as the weight of the sun is dragged down.
Resting place.
Somberness rises with the moon.
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.
I think of how the universe is made of theories— assumptions and mathematical calculations attempting to shut down the human paradox and close Pandora’s Box,
In my dream,
My friend knew his time was coming.
This 26 year old young man
He had just visited the hospital for a checkup
And the doctor had diagnosed him with a disease
Thoughts-
Thoughts race around my mind,
Racing and whirling,
A hurricane, living inside
Sometimes it is comforting,
For I am not alone with these thoughts inside,
I have voices,
I say a prayer for the departing warrior,
Departing for lands whose soil is littered with landmines,
To fight a war he doesn’t understand,
To possibly die in a country he couldn’t care less about
Peace is a goal we all seem to strive for, yet we are yet to even come close on a global scale.
Peace is a goal men and women die for, yet as hard as we try it seems that we fail.
The day we go and find the moon is down,Shall be a day of justice for the earth.We all must burn to find the fired crown.'Cause we're inclined to fight and show our worth.
Wow this poem is old, I was 12.... (2009)
Who asked for peace
At 12:00 in the chi?
Or in harlem New York by their mouth?
Who asked for peace
When the Klu Klux Klan cries?
I was raised to be proud, confident, to embrace full.
To ignore the mugs of the brighter skin, Living Melanin.
To wear my curly fro & deny any hands to touch for it was my crown.
Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!While I’m on my pilgrim journey,I need You, Jesus, to walk with me.
Say it loud Im black and I’m proud
I am not a poet,
And when I do I try,
I put myself down,
And give up every time.
I am not a poet,
Though I would like to be.
I find I can never express
My feelings accurately.
PAY ATTENTION
Get ready for this intervention
People are dying
Children are crying
Men are lying
Surround me with peace
Take me away to a new home
Remember that I am a person too
Remember that I am love
Surround me with peace
A small, meek girl with brown eyes and braids
Expressing her creativity through words on a page
Teachers commented, "quite ambitious for the second grade"
She simply released frustations with writing rather than rage
I became a poet when I was born
I became an artist when I died
Putting ink to the paper
helped me feel what was inside
As a babe I saw everything around me
I'd lose sleep so as not to miss a thing
I close my eyes and think about all of the things that have happened,
I close my eyes and I think about anything I came imagine,
I close my eyes and wish there were better days sometimes,
I'm tiered of waking up to see the news.
How many died?
Who bombed who?
When I see the headlines I sigh,
They outnumber those that show any hope,
Faith in humanity so hard to restore.
I close my eyes
And call out your name
“Jesus!”
And there I am
Lost in blur
A dark abyss of nothingness
Everything around me is oblivious
It’s just you and me
Face-to-face
I know that there’s a clearing’s reprieve
for weary travelers:
ones with honey thoughts,
those like geodes,
us like patient coal.
I’ve never ever seen that lake
but I hear
When it rains it pours they say,
So go and find your zen;
Even if for a moments time,
Peace will reign again.
Rainbows or Solids
Experience or Knowledge
Christian or Atheist
No matter what, here he is.
This is a child.
This is someone's worthwhile.
He is loved by someone,
Breaths puff out
In the cold chilly air
Frost dies underneath
And you don't care
You try to breathe
You lift your feet
To take a step
On that very long
Staircase
And you're gone
Lay with me and drift, drift away, high into a cloud.
Just laying here with a soft song coming out a old stereo.
Saying sweet nothing under the influence only makes me smile.
Noise, noise, all of the noise
Yelling, screaming, yelling, screaming
It gets louder as it enters my head
Headaches, not only headaches,
Bruises, cuts, and scrapes too,
It's hard to be finding myself when the answers are blinding.
And the darkest thing in my life is the light.
I can no longer continue when I cannot be with you.
The Fire is fuel of each failing fight,
This feeling
Is foreign
But welcome
All the same
It's strange
To feel it
Bubbling up
To the surface
Coloring your soul
With its cheerful hue
Splashing my mind
She with the lion's mane-
She with her head in the clouds
had always been one to suppress her thoughts
in hopes to just fade in the crowds.
As she grew, as she learned
I just want to take a few minutes of your day,To tell you about how we can truly change society's ways,There's contamination everywhere,from our televisions, our music,our food and things that we drink,
Sitting in a sunlit room,
I ponder how to begin
Words seem to distance themselves
From me after
So long a space
I filled with nothing more than
Wounded doubts
Relief only comes during the late hours of sunset,
When the cool wind finally arrives
Just to curl around your legs,
Sighing with content, just feeling this moment of peace
Spend some time with me and watch the dawn break.
Linger a while longer,and to me cling.
Let it all collide and watch the world wake.
When the raging battle seeks to steal my joy,
My tears trickle down my face.
That's when I like to employ,
My unbeatable fighting Ace.
I lay down the Truth,
Let the lies flee.
Today as I went about my Saturday ritual of housekeeping,
I found my lost love for the laundry and the orange peel therein
And again at midday for the sanitized scent of the dishwasher
Risen up gracefully
A halo on her head
Aunt Sharen earns her golden wings
Slowly fading into an eternal slumber in her bed
Proud, Brave, Determined, I go on
That's what she would've wanted
A river of cool blue calm
It reaches my ears in this early dawn
The shades go down
Color dances around
This is the greatest and most soothing sound
The element of free
It is the best place to be
Pastel pieces of paper littering the floor
Notes, lists, worries, and more
It’s called OCD and I couldn’t find rest
In therapy, workshops, books, or meds
Poetry provided the outlet I need
A breeze arousing the white sheet
A pale mist blowing through the trees
Shifting through the withered Lilacs.
I sit upon the story book.
(The walls they shudder, the house it shook.)
The pages are yellow, the cover is aged.
(The window’s emblazoned-the storm is enraged.)
The story is familiar, my memories wake.
Tell them I’m kind
Tell them that my intentions weren’t blind
The fact that one characteristic could change one’s mind
My hearts racing but the beat slows I’m losing time
The stars shone brightly in your eyes;A beautiful display.How I wish right here and now,You were here today.
Bloodshed and horror, Syria is a disaster
Peace and aid, nothing could come faster
Mothers and fathers can only cope
Brothers and sisters can only hope
In the shadows
in the shade
when the hope of past things fade
forget the past
forget the pain
when all is lost, it's not you, you try to save
it's brothers,friends, sisters,family
the words just flowed
out of me
around me so real I could actually see
the words that came from inside me
not good, not great, not even okay
but still a part of me
that demands to be seen
I’ll take you on this journey;
across warm bars of sand,
over regal mountains resting in the verdant pastures.
Embrace the treasures of soil
beneath your naked feet.
As your soul tremors
If there's one thing I need, it'll be my inner creativity.
No deserted island can beat what's within me.
I have the ability to turn the sound of waves to rhythmic beats,
Black or White,
Half or Whole,
Flee or Fight,
Its from the soul,
Experiences created,
Have never faded,
Some is dated,
Some is hated,
But all loved by all,
It is there so use it,
My eyes they weep
But tears can't grow grass.
Or roots for that matter...
My heart it beats
and throbs on the street.
The movement was meant for us...
What would this life be without you?
Without your sweet melodies
And your soft symphonies?
What would I turn to
When I can’t focus
Or when I am feeling discouraged?
I show up at the farm,
my home in Morocco for the next 3 weeks.
Terrified.
In the moment that I met her,
Alone on an island, on its beach where I lay,
where the ocean moves slowly, and the palm trees sway.
I look in the distance, where I see just the tip,
Of the bow that remains of my now-sinking ship.
Sometimes the birds will sing on Sunday
Sometimes the birds won't sing
Sometimes the flowers bloom early
Sometimes it snows in Spring
Sometimes the sun sleeps at twilight
Leaving a painted sky
I will be, and
I will let my heart flood
To the softest hum of
Every Summer night
You will be, and
You, I pray, will see peace
The same peace I see
Everytime I look at you
Simple fickle peaceful minded
With fire and angst motivation for days
That's what it takes most days
Days without her loving touch.
So the ground's been leveled in the orientation arena
Jesus
He's not a secret to hide
Some will shame me for following him
Even some who will read this poem
I will shout out my faith
Not quietly but boldly
I will not let others influence my decision
Moonset is the sunrise
The juxtaposition
Of darkness and mellow light
Vast blackness
That enveloped every corner of the
Hemisphere
Consumed by dissipating orange, mauves and chartreuses
That girl, in the back of the class...
The one looking lost,
Daydreaming,
of things only she can understand.
Things such as peace.
Not just in the world but in people.
In our selves.
The little things
You do for me
Go a very long way
The soft silent simple things
When everything feels grey
She walked alone
Not even one my her side
He asked for help
No one cared or even tried
We all have days
When we're just not ourselves
We lose all faith
Why is it, that living beings are hypocritical
that they want to rule the world, but not be ruled by themselves?
Is ignorance more common than being analytical?
Look at your sorroundings, look closely. What do you see?
He wakes up the sun
to shine on the morning
He raises up the moon
to shine through the night
He keeps me safe and he holds me close
and with his love all things are right
I struggle through that crowd
That marches through the day;
It’s rambunctious and loud—
A chaotic parade.
Everyone has a name.
Everyone has a story or background that they wish to share.
Everyone has a dream or future that they ache for.
Everyone has fears and habits they may never get over.
it may be cliche, even ridiculous for today.
i yearn, i hunger, i ache for Peace.
such a thing is hidden behind all the terror,
such a word has become a fleeting dream.
but i see it behind the curtains of war.
Haikus for Peace
#1
Will there be peace soon?
All I see is war and hate.
In time things will change.
#2
"Times like the wind, ever-changing.Do we stand still, or do we glide?Do we purposely forget to set our alarms, or do we make an effort?I'll hit the snooze for you, but only once.
In the distant, there is a broken mirror,
I can’t see myself clearly,
Yet the promises that it upholds bring me peace…
Peace.
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.
find me lost in the middle of oblivion
tied to a pole in my thoughts of just givin in
like I'm trying to fight the very waves of the ocean
cause I can't find a vent for all this emotion
Who can live without something that is in us all?
Something beautiful, and wonderful
Something big that starts off small.
Your teeth will always be there,
even when you're not smiling.
When the tears break and fall down your face,
sitting on the front porch swing,
Crying out
for one of life's
many inconsistent qualms
which arise without fail.
Screaming
pleading for
justice, joy,
a sense of reason.
Little whispers
silenced pleas
Many misty mornings I CAST into the deep sea my net,
Thinking...perhaps, that ALL my efforts might pay my debt.
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
The Origami Crane-
Folded by gentle fingers
Of a child-
Wishes for peace.
The Origami Crane-
Standing, sitting, kneeling, laying,
Resting, sleeping, dreaming, praying.
Waking, stretching, rising,
up now to join the world as it breathes.
Momentum growing, paces rising,
All I need is a stick of graphite. Dark and black as the night sky itself, when no stars shine and the moon hides from the horrors besieging the world.
She is the first place I felt love.
She is like an ocean
soft and peaceful
yet strong enough to destroy.
She is powerful.
She is wise.
She is brilliant.
She is my muse.
I feel like I've beenSitting on a swingWaiting for someone to push meBut sunset comes
Stranded for hours on this lonely island
Nothing to comfort or guide me.
Not a bite to eat or book to read,
Not a soul to sit beside me.
But my hope floats out on the water.
The key to thee
is that of three
Know this mastory of three
and truely shed thy
body and be free
Live that of three
My home is the sky where I fly freely.
Where Mother pulls the aba off my back
and Father leads the way while we soar.
Where Sister’s wings are soft and vibrant
and we chitter and chatter and twitter
If I was stranded on an island, I would need nothing materialistic.
I would not need my cell phone, computer, wifi, or hell even my clothes for that matter.
Tall oaks rise out of the soil.
Abundant in the golden fall,
they oversee the many
all.
They creak and sway
yet never turn away
from another being.
Humbly they stand
Prancing around Lillies marked the destination of a new place.
Inside of a cave I dropped my bag on concrete steps and sat ontop of a hill from the wooden old house. Washed away by the wind were roses, sunflowers, and rabbits.
The world is just a mirror of the soul
Growing from roots, but barely bold
For the life we live, for time that's sold
For what we seek, for price and gold
What is different between you and I?
I slip, the ghost of the unheard girl no one knows
I climb the stairs, ascending my personal heaven
I sit, reclining against my personal deity’s throne
He has decisions from his past that he regrets. A time machine. Maybe if he makes a time machine, then he can change what he has done.
All seeing fights
Fighting and violence
Careless beings
Wars spreading everywhere
Can their be peace
Spread the calms
Flash on the TV
Looking up how dangerous this planet has become
"Find yourself
Your not from here
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal fear
Find you friend
Keep them near
Into the depths
Over the edge you peer
In my hands hold the delica lights of the world.
Within my grasp slips the sands of time.
My eys seek the peace of the loud sounds of my chaotic mind..
For it is peace I hold so deeply inside the cracks of what makes me.
Run Boy Run
Run for joyRun for happinessRun to spreadcheerfulness around you.
Run Boy Run
Run for healthRun for pleasureRun to spreadfreshness around you.
Run Boy Run
"The darkness of a shadow
The trickle of a stream
The sweet grass in a meadow]
As light cuts through the trees
The little barn owl swoops low
As a mouse rustles the leaves
Little ego for self-esteemPatience when you go off beamStubbornness when you think you are just
"The soldier
Wounded in the fight
The lawyer
Finding out whats right
The paster
Showing others light
The family
Holding on so tight
The author
Giving courage when he writes
" Contradicting
Try predicting
Always working
Know your earning
But never learning
All are hurting
But the tables are turning
Some are yearning
For the fire burning
"Falling up
No longer stuck
It's more than luck
I know because
You lift me up
When life was tough
You showed me love
More than enough
From heaven above
It's you i'm proud of
"Take me to the river
Where i feel free
Take me to the river
So forever I can see
Take me to the river
Where tides wash thee clean
Take me to the river
Where alone I can be
Peace is waking up to the smell of fresh waffles.
Peace is getting all of my homework completed.
Peace is when a friend hugs me from behind.
Peace is when my Dad tells me he is proud of me.
The one thing that I can never live without is the peace
that I strive for so that everything
can turn out well for everyone
and the calm that will keep
The peace of the world is not always dead
Just forgotten by the hunger of war
Slowly sucking all living with its roar
And captivating innocents with dread.
I'm being so selfish, I'm not the only one with problems not the only one going thru it, not the only one whose depressed, &' they tell me not to drink but somehow I still just want to do it, some people I knew died last year, and even though
"It brings me joy to see the sun rise
As it warms over the world
It touches my heart to see a stranger
Bring a stray in from the cold
Because small acts of kindness
Will be big someday
there are more important things
then you and me
then me and you
there are more important things
then your posessions
then being possesive
Today, I will enjoy it.I will enjoy my coffee.I won't think about everything that bothers me,Or troubles me.I will enjoy sitting on my bed,Waiting for the flood of light to enter the room.
If I were stranded.
Alone
On an island with nothing but myself
Nothing but my feet in the sand
And the sounds of the ocean
I stand there peering, fearing and desiring. Wondering who would be the one like never before, i bare no ideal and i bare no hold, alas my gaze submits far beyond the earthly shore.
Most might say joy, love, hope, and sleep,
However, I prefer the beauty of silence,
With its daunting tones,
And comfort it brings when I weep,
The dramatic scene fostered by the cut of sirens.
The night sky fills with darkness and stars
The moon does rise with hands on hearts scars
Mourning and Morning, so filled with pain,
A million cities burning in my mind
Send thick black smoke in pillars to the sky.
The earth lets out a deep and mournful sigh,
Its children turned so violent, so unkind.
Where are you when the remembering brings me to my knees?
The firework of your kiss reignites over and over,
sizzling in my chest and sounding in my recesses.
Your touches on my temples swirl in my brain,
pleading, begging you ask me to take you backto discard all the heartache, all the heartbreak
to replace my scorn with words of love
and once again by your side I’d lie
In a state of serenity
So peaceful and calm
Sailing on the sea with a clear mind
Thoughts are generous and kind
We deal with life one step at a time
Souls are at ease
With a joyous nature
It floats in on the breeze,
to try to gain it is to chase the wind.
you cannot work towards peace,
you have to be willing to surrender.
No white or black
Just a well laid track
And often a concerning lack
Of humanity is seen
Forgetting the in between
Just fallowing a track
To human demise
A world were one another
i was the nobody in the hall, the loaner on the wall, i’ve walked in those same off brand running shoes that’s why this new poem that i wrote right here is dedicated to you.
I like the feeling of not doing what I'm supposed to do
I like the thrill of running from what is good for me
Coincidence is beauty
But when we make it it's just fate
And when we think it's random,
There will be world peace but only when Jesus Christ returns.We will be resurrected whether we are buried in the ground or are ashes in urns.Everybody will be friendly to each other, racism will be a thing of the past.
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.
Dear Buddhist girl,
You are so perfect.
You are kind, and you are wise.
Others may not understand you like I do,
But i will always be here to pick you up when you need me.
In China, hospitals skip the fourth
and the fourteenth floor
because four in Mandarin Chinese
iss hi,
the same pronunciation
as the word for death.
When people do us wrong, Jesus doesn't want us to retaliate.He is the son of God so his words are something we should contemplate.
Snow
Pure white snow
Tainted with scarlet petals
Flowers of blood
Blossoming
Broken
Bent, broken and breathless
Steps she steps
Thoughts forgotten
Movements driven Purely
Buy the sound
The smell
The taste
Natures tears
There's a place where the middle meets the east.
Some of it is made of sand,
it's bland and you could get lost -
in the smoke, the ashes, and in the
tears of children and parents
My soul is unknown to the world
My soul is darker than the blackest sea
My soul is colder than the iciest place imaginable
WHY you may sigh is this the way life goes round
Person 1:
In a land of peace
Why does the hate increase
When the “Christians” see
A woman in the street
Cloth on her head
She recuperates,
Deserts fly,
Away cries the vast ceiling bat,
Shatter my climbing dark vision,
"Don't forget!" Says the graveman,
I'm never always alone,
Always alone,
Like unturned gardens,
My familiar voyage pretends,
Courage if you dare,
She falls asleep,
My life is in steps,
And I blow through the seething cold,
I am unto you,
I am… The Lady
I am the lady who likes muscle, not malls.
I like the feeling of how the power and strength that surges through my mind and body and soul creates harmony amongst my demons
Blooming flowers red and white
Petals dancing in the morning light
Beautiful ballet in the wind
Twirl about till they land
Sitting down to rest
In the shade, for a picnic is best
Life is a gift we should not take,Love from the heart we should not break.Memories, there are so many,And people we know, well, I know plenty.Our purpose here, I do believe,Is to give our gifts, not to recieve.
I watched the darkness;
dissolving, morphing, quickly
receding from the fruity light,
as if rejected medicine.
Left behind for an identical,
Power and shame, blood and Death
Pumping heart, lungs gasping for breath
Pray, should I do it? Oh, no. Never! Nay!
Please, God help me with this dragon I ever long to slay
Oh how i love this
this feeling of falling apart
breaking down
its peacful knowing
and its merciful not knowing
the innocence of not having a wall
of being completely and utterly vulnerable
We are on a constant balance between good and bad, light and dark, life and death. These things make us who we are, but the balance must stay or we may end up on the wrong side.
I am the idea of everyone,
but accomplished by no one.
I am in everyones head,
the most important thing anyone has said.
I am what countries strive for,
what soliders die for.
I am what leaders seek,
Without me you are lost
With me you are found
Without me you cannot touch
With me you hear sound
You are nothing
But closed eyes
And dry lips
I am something
I am...
the one who hopes you will be okay in the morning when your boyfriend moves away.
I am....
the love that you had and wish you could have back. I am the one that willingly gives it to you.
They say you do it and everything just starts to fade, you open up your eyes and your problems just seem to go away, like how can you be high & still feel low, & if getting high makes my problems go away I dont have enough to make problem
I am me in many ways
I am different than everyone
I know.
I am a person with own desicions
with own talents
and aspirations.
I am like a nomad
who roams freely
without rules only
Dear whoever it may concern,
I truely believe I am in love with you,
the way your eyes light up when you smile,
like the sunset has decided to visit me
every single day.
You say that I'm insane,
Everyone knows the saying, "life isn't fair. Although the obstacles we face in life may make us more
strong, dominant, and capable to conquer what challenge we will face
I cannot say why we wonder
I can only dream my dreams
Imagination leads to creation
Inventions become a need
Wonder allows the mind to wander
While the body is set to work
I will always choose
the simple life.
The path that winds around
the fragrant lilac bushes,
that meanders across
the hillside,
and flows down
through the river valley.
It did not feel like it should be snowing,
but it was.
The air was almost warm,
my jacket was open.
Walking along the dark dirt path
I saw
She opens her eyes slowly, feeling a warm, gentle, soft breeze brush against her face.
Peace of mind is
Lying sandwiched between my parents.
I am half a man with an ego bigger than he is,
And half a woman with a temper shorter than she'd like it to be considered.
I am half afraid, half fearless.
I am awoken, not by sounds.
The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.
Birds conversing, cheerful small talk.
Inviting me to join the world outside.
The breeze, a mornings greeting.
Jingle.
Jangle.
Is the sounds his pockets made,
With each quick stride the music he shaped.
Jingle.
Jangle.
Hush.
Don't.
Quiet, Little One. No One wants to know.
I am shushed,
I am pushed into the corner
because of my smile,
and my smiling words.
I'm tired of all this hate and disgust we need to separate its not them its "U.S."
We blame everything as a country on a color
instead of just solving the problem before it snow balls
I live in an earthly purgatory
But tonight I smelled rain amongst the brimstone
I inhaled the scent of a coming cleansing
Of liquid purity flooding down upon the fire
I reside in the depths of perdition
So this is battle, this is war.
Take up your weapons, and kill some more.
Here we march to the field to fight.
We'll make widows and orphans upon this night.
The enemy pours in like a flood,
That aged gentleman
Walking aimlessly
Down the street,
Jagged, broken, empty,
He fits.
That weary mother
Holding her crying baby
At the bus stop,
Pure, beautiful, blessed,
When I hold your hand
My fingers are always tighter
Than yours
I'm starting to wonder
If this leaks into other
Parts of us like
Rainwater into the ocean
Like how I always hug you
Longer
...Listen It is when immersed in a moment of silence that all the universe breaks forth in song and I a recipient simply sit in awe of the wondrous symphonic orchestrations
Gathered together from greatest to poorest thickets and meadows, a lush mighty forest. Peace and great solace amidst the strong trees broad leaf and fine needle they sway in the breeze.
The rustic life, pastoral scenes, the basis of idyllic dreams the simple ways of nature come, its harmony in total sum. These country settings, warm and real,
Come with me and watch the sunset fade.
Let’s get away from this fake masquerade.
Can you feel the cool, fresh air?
We can be ourselves here and have not a care.
The scenery here is very vivid and vast.
It started with shakes and the violent pounding.
The floor boards matching the beat inside my ribcage.
Japan was beautiful. And it was the shaking that stirred such a thought.
The world goes 'round
Round for days
Humans make sound
With no delays.
No colors are alike
Just blended lights
I'm color blind
to endless fights.
We live,
We breath,
Dear villainPeace be unto your restless soulFilled with terror and insanityWhich does't care to knowWhat it sows to shake-up realityWhy lurk do you behind the veilFrom which you throw
They whistled from the backyard until us little ones
Came trouncing through the woods
Covered in sap and ticks, scrapes and red cheeks.
We rolled down the big hill at top speeds
Just to feel our ears pop,
These things have become artifacts since the last time you've touch them.I model my daydreams around the crinkle of linen sheets, hoping that one day I'll escape and find a place to meet you.
It causes fights it starts jealousy
it tears up friends it cuts down dreams
it makes you sad it makes you mad
it makes you embarrassed
If ego were no more we'd start
to build each other up.
Pink,
Fluffy,
Swirled world.
What shall we call this,
This creation?
A sunset.
It's wonderful,
Some could say,
Perfect.
Far from it dear,
if evil is a flame
then sometimes the world is on fire
burning with all the cruelty of man,
the passion of lusts, greeds, and desires.
If evil is a song,
The Lord is my Sheperd, that means I'm the sheep, i have nowhere to go unless my Lord speaks, My Lord is my Provider, If He provides, I eat,
Patience is a virtue I always hear the saying
But patience proves to not be fire proof
Burnt from the pain of my past lives
Little did you know when our world "Leaders" meet to talk, they talk not about how to create peace but strategies for war.
My eyes keep burning
from what seems like one hundred hours
of staring into a dry wind.
That wind seems determined
to send my retinas into a drought.
It hurts to close them.
Yellow is using her for a pillow. Yellow is when she runs her hands though your hair. Yellow is the color of the flowers that surround the two of you. Yellow is the sound of the wind whistling through the empty field you find yourself in.
If you know me by my presence,
You know me by my appearance.
If you know me by appearance,
You probably don't know about my absence.
If you know me by my absence,
You don't know my reason.
City Lights, Valley low
Watching through all the snow
From this highway where I stand
Twinching fingers, aprehensive hand
City Lights, how you glow
Twinkling dots put on a show
And maybe I don't write real.
I write abstract.
And maybe that's okay.
That my vision of reality is more fluid and indefinite than what has been found on this fine ground.
Sincerity
Can be found, you know.
Commitment
Is alive, you know.
Joy and excitement come in unity,
A man he lay in a pool of blood
his dreams and goals all shattered
just because of his color, skin color
his life was taken by six shots.
His family mourned for days and months
What is my mission?
How can I inspire?
I want to make a difference, but I’m just so tired.
I am the product of my Father’s hand,
a creation of God,
knit carefully into a man.
I am the effect of love and nurture,
a home that cares and builds and corrects.
I am the aftermath of disaster, of learning
The day setting into a vast rice-bowl horizon
Lifeblood of the sun
Painted across ashen skies
A sailor’s delight
The wind forming a cocoon of tranquility
It doesn't matter to show your gratitude
If you always have a bad attitude
And yet you might wonder why people are mad at you
Because it all comes down to the way of being with others
There's too much discrimination, too many uncaring hearts,
Some people only laugh when others are torn apart.
Whether its racism or sexuality, no one seems to care,
washington d.c. is a monument city looking pretty a city with white monuments every where throughout the whole city, monuments for you to see, which show the american history in our life monuments that don't cause any strife.
I put my feet to the street I've never felt a heat,like this,my souls(soles) melt with each step I take,I wanna make a break, and run for it,like Run Forest!but
Stuck in the same routine, change only when I come clean,mean what I say everyday, it's the only path to a brighter way,light comes throught from within, grin with relief from forgiven sin,
My hands shake, my knees tremble
The words I say barely come out as a whipser
The people look at me like im insane
And maybe I am
Maybe I am because the words I speak are not normal
Little blue eyes, looking up at me
You gaze and I wonder what you'll be
You're hand wrapped around my finger tight
I promise to hold you through the darkest nights
Little blue eyes, so full of dreams
i have a friend who flew with the times
and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth--
the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
Before you even noticed him
I saw you
You liked him
But, I crave you
What am I gonna do?
He’s just a masquerader
That’ll never get it
Only asking you can I hit it?
Can I hit it?
The evil body shaped serpent shows His red demonized eyes glow Ranting and Raving
In realization I’m the one that’s paying
God’s what I need in my life is what I ‘am saying
Keep me in your prayers
An old and wise book full of stories that stretch miles wide,
the old oak tree calmly rests without a soul by his side.
Years of experience the old oak has,
listens to the wind and gently swaying grass.
We awake to a hopeful sunrise.
We play, We laugh, We love, We live.
Always expecting bright and sunny days
only to be dissappointed by the alternating shift of mother nature.
Belabored by life; we dwell in weight.
Bombs everywhere, missiles left and right, clenching my gun in my hand so tight. Side versus side, so scared but I will never show it, America the Brave, proud and heroic.
Blue-light skies, patched with pieces
Of cotton; sutured within the glare
Of the blazing sphere.
Pigeons, bluejays, and squirrels-
As if playing hide-and-seek under
People walking the streets with their gold, as if life to them will never feel cold
That's what we want to see, is the life that was meant to be, for me.
If I Lose Myself...
Gabriel Reyes
I am no ideal person
But I am exemplary.
If I lose Myself...
I have lost everything.
It's hard for me to say
That some people can't accept diversity
Even in the world today.
People can't marry who they love
Simply because they're gay.
People, people; listen to this world.
You hear the anger, and you hear the war.
Our family is hurt, and our friends are gone.
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
Her Salted Kiss
Scars, scrapes, bruises.
inevitable remarks that tell a story
her salted ocean breeze whispers in my ear
Sun shine bright on me.
Sun shine all over me.
Sprouse all of me, lift me from my feet.
As my whole body covers with an everlasting glow.
I want to feel the warmth, feel the shimmer.
Violence does not beget violence
And yet we continue to treat it as if it is the answer to all of our problems.
It's 12 o'clock,
Midnight,
And the world is sound asleep.
Little girls dream of princesses and baby dolls
While little boys dream about video games and basketball.
Babies close their eyes to play with angels,
I’m not one who has an alter ego,a lie people create when they’re feeling shallow,an ideal to covet and try to uphold,when in reality they are much less bold.
First we need open minds that could in brace new things, second peace with our inter self and with everything in the cosmos and finally a love for everyone
I'm a name and a face, who feels out of place
I'm insane in the brain, "Maybe it should be replaced"
Is what they say, when they're are jealous.
When they see whats inside, the fun adventures I have in my mind.
Now the days of sufering have gone away
The feeling of depression is still with me
When I try to live my life day by day
It gets ruined by a bully
When he calls me names
I play no games
We've be lied to
Duped
Always the same
Never more of a motive than personal gain
Have you seen the look in a mother's eyes
When she finds out that her child is no longer alive
Earlier this morning,
I awoke to yellow.
It was a soft yellow;
Yellow cherry blossoms.
.
Now, Blue's blankets are gone.
He stretches - endlessly.
And white planes' ribbon-trails
One day I will never forget
Was one calm, fall night.
Among the leafless trees and the unfathomably dark sky
What if smiles were traded like currency?
Service with a smile is a requisite
Not a nicety
Government bailouts
Would nevermore distribute unevenly
Vibes are consistent
Zeal is flourishing
i heard a child scream once,
only once,
and it was the sound of Algebra,
the Cold War,
global warming,
but also a mango seed
scraping wood to etch grammar rules.
i am a mere inhabitantin a constellation of chaosand often timesi have a habitual inclintationto escape from these wallsthat harbor looming memories
Dashing o’er a thousand hills,
Gliding through the forests,
Dancing o’er a million fields,
Soaring o’er the jungles.
I sing a delightful melody,
I sing the tune of love,
I think I'm tired of taking a stand
It seems like it doesn't matter
Everyone's up in arms
But no one will ever change
It's time we all take a seat
Maybe watch what we eat
Maybe we get off the street
A gentle hand is far more fair
Than a fist raised in violence
A understanding reaps more rewards
Than ignorance and intolerance
Our skin is different shades of brown
Why argue over the same color
People have been insulting people forever, and I must say "Stop!"
If you don't stop today, then I will call a cop.
I want the number of racial slurs to decrease,
because, my friend of mine, we need some peace.
How I am flawless?
What a bore,
These weak and fragile ideals,
We hold them close,
To build ourselves up,
But the world in its flawless heart,
Strikes us into chaos
How am I flawless?
We want change.
We want a revolution.
We want to make a difference.
We want peace.
We want to stop seeing young people dying in the streets.
We want equal love for everyone.
We want to mean something.
I had a dream,
Then I open my eyes
And I realized.
I live in a damage world.
Where man made fact is fiction.
And man made fiction is "common truths" usually diction.
I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus,
If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus,
If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
What did we do?
Why is it always us?
Everytime we turn around
It's another balck person down on the ground.
Why do people hate us so bad?
At first we were beaten, tortured, and onder appreciated.
Ethnicity, an identifier to some,
a misfortune to others...
to her.
She hides, her true identity under a body she feels isn't her own,
Mocked behind closed doors
Fantasy
Surreal, Whimsical
Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming
Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
Melted, swooned, sighed:
With every kiss I died.
Baby, brother, tried:
With every song I cried.
Alcohol, tobacco, fried:
With every pressure I defied.
"Wifie"
You make me sick
Saying it cutesy
As if it lessens the bounded meaning
I'll hide behind a smile
Pretending I understand
When in al honesty,
I just want to push you away
don't tell me things about myself
that i know are lies
don't say that i am not good enough
when i know the truth
don't say that i am ugly
when i can see clearly
As I looked into his eyes
I was just a child, his child
He was JUST my daddy.
My daddy that was in glossy pictures clothed in Camoflauge.
I turn on the news
and all I see is ISIS this
murder that immigration this
My reflection is
a mirage
purely an image
Based
on deception
hidden with lies
buried in secret
It whispers happiness
to me
But all I can see in
When I have my headphones on I no longer hear the everyday noise. Just get high off of music.
You can't see it but insults are weapons, actual weapons. Everydaycitizens use these weapons we were born with to harm other people.Wake up, words hurt. We, the people, we have been trained, and, we
This rage does not subside
it only ignites me
kept on a tight leash
i'll find a way
try to oppress what what I feel
I know what i feel everyday
try to work me like a dog
Baby, you make me smile.
You make me want to run a mile.
Maybe even let my responisibilities pile.
Baby, I wanna stick around for awhile.
Just for you, I will exile
all those who try to be hostile.
Let me straddle your mind
Let me lay on top of your thoughts
Rubbing & caressing each care away
Interrupting them with each touch & feel
I can open you up, to love, lifting you up
Giving you a high
Soccer balls in the field
and goalie free to wield
he jumps for a view
which appears to be new
a goal appears as i run to my pears
the satisfaction of a goal is screamed into my ear
These words cant even express my love for you
they can only entertain ones mind
We had many things in common
but was not common was our time.
when i heard that you were gone
i couldnt help but to cry.
The stars shines and wonders at the Earth
When will they die or no longer wish to breathe
Second by second the stars wait
Each shines is a sign the Earth will die
It's us
We humans did this all
What's positivity
It's a feeling in our hearts, it's a star, it's energy
That can drive us far so instantly
It's medicine, progression for all the entities
It's a remedy
I own my daysWeekdays? I got this. I succeed.But it's on Saturday and Sunday that I feedMy soul.I do what makes me happy.I live my life the right way, but my wayWhen I do chores, it's still play
Today I saw a homeless man, so I decided to buy him lunch.
He said with tears in his eyes that he had not eaten in days and said thank you so much.
The world is so weird now, I always ask myself the obvious things.
Why is this difficult? Or how could you be so sane?
The Sea is a Bliss,
As the Sun Offers a Kiss.
The Blowing of a Strong Gale,
Fills My Sail.
Waiting for time to pass
Staring at a half empty glass
Who is right
Who is wrong
No one has the answer
I go into the night
just outside, within the gates
to the deep dark pool of black jade
The moon dances on the water
The water is cool like stone
I wade in untill knees deep and then, dive in...
When the sun rises its bright, its early. its peacful. 5:45 is the time. What do i see, I see an advantage. I see a chance to get a head start, I see birds soaring, I see oppruntites. I believe there is more to accomplish.
The Earth is like a beautiful cloud,
Just to be on it makes me feel proud.
If only I could just release
The world from War and Hell into Peace.
(Situation in Ferguson, inspired by https://www.facebook.com/JayFleadaddieJon who wrote C.O.P,Criminals of Permission)
With a great, burning passion
I fly high into the sky
Far above the clouds
Heading towards the stars
Following the wind without question
Knowing up here I'm safe
And am blessed with new freedom
We humans, we stomp across the delicate grass,
As if it were not there.
But if the grass were human, it would call you an ass,
Lift you up and throw you into the air.
We humans, we rise up into the sky,
three-thousand miles away on a barren planet where kaleidoscope skies paint murals of the aliens.
a town where all your friends’ families are also yours, unchained doors down every street.
What can I saywhen they sky is greyPeace will never be shown in a form of loveinstead we will always see it as war and bloodWhat much can we doto be involved and keep everything cool
Who would ever understand
The person that I am
He says he loves, he seems so sure
But he doesn't have a plan
I try and try and try
But only seem to fail
If I try one more time
I am an ocean wave, grasping for the rocks.
There’s no need for time, nor for any clocks.
God has a future planned, planned for you and me,
A craving so dire
It is a need
To break up a large fire
To destroy a relentless weed
All things that must be
Done to achieve
A goal so key
Are hard for some to perceive
It's the metallic taste of blood after the final loss in a furious struggle with your inner man.
Have you ever had a secret in which you've held awhile;
You see in the eyes of others that you're perceived odd or even vile;
For you being different does not make you gross;
What are limits without timeWhat is distance without a prizeWhat do you win once you have won what you have wanted all alongWhat is a fight without a warWhat is speech with no encore
What would I change?
Oh how vast that question is.
There is no limit to the problems in our world.
A lust for Blood, a lust for love.
A need for peace; for all wars to end.
The human blood, of such sweet scent.
Why, oh why must the scent linger in the air?
Didn't think I'd feel pain like this again.
And I know it's happening
'Cause everyone's congratulating
the pain that I can put to song.
Was it worth it?
I don't know,
Wanted so hard
White people think navajoes are a discrimination to "their" land. "Thier" land where these monsters assume they can control our navajo pride. Our culture is what syntheisize us as navajoes and what makes us who we are.
Be strong
And if I witness a close death.
Be strong, for It will strengthen my belief that it was their time and the works of god are never wrong.
And if I am ever befriended,
Whispers in the WindWritten by Adam M. SnowEntrance me with your tune,that gentle voice of yours.
Two young boys
In a world ravaged
By seemingly endless war
Find friendship
At the bank of a clear, serene river,
Where they come for respite,
Brief moments of escape
You enlisted into the military
It was your choice
A good choice indeed
You go to basic training to learn everything, and everything in between
After that you are not done
You have a career
A job
I'm addressing you....you with the sunkissed slightly greenish hazel eyes and cherry blossom blushed cheeks...you with the dark berry skin tone and pure almond colored eyes... you with the corner store and liquor spots for teachers...
Away from the students
Away from the teachers
Away from the stress
Away from the homework
Away from the tests
Away from the school
Away from everything
Is my spot
Summer 06'
Circled around the screen is my family
Grandpa in his recliner sitting stern and proud
My little brothers cheering loud
My mother and father clasping their hands
I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I don't know where life or God plan to take me.
I don't know what this world will bring.
My dear reader, I strived to be God's helper.
I engaged myself in the conflict against evil,
Yet, I could not conquer my own vice.
I strived to be the light of the people,
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
Blind Ambition
Keeps me wishin'
I had someone like You
Orange burst
of passion
Purple mist
His skin color does not mean
to violence he is keen
Skin color can't tell what lies
within a person, be it cruel or kind
Where you supposed to go when your home aint even home
happiness is in the gutters
have to close up all those shutters
see these people here dont love us
so all we got is each other
There I stood. Tragically transfixed in cowardice, trembling in fear, no voice of my own, so afraid to speak out I took to writing this poem
HOOK:
Obama wants a change. To have to world rearranged. Let's do this right. We can change during the day or night. We can change a person's life.
VERSE:
We can do this.
"The horror, the horror!"
They cry; yet what does it matter?
They hide their faces even as the world
Did THEN.
I am always a depressed dreamerI am always depressed by the powersBenefits always equip huntersSafety always promotes slaughters
Hey, my name is T-Rek
Ya I ain't a reject, it's all about respect
Arab, don't hate, reflect
sometimes I wonder exactly where I'm going or what I'm doing or even will I be here tomorrow there's no promise and that scares me so bad and that one time I fell in front of all of my friends and they laughed and why am I so stupid they were ter
7 billion people in the world as of today
Asians, Africans, Europeans, we got it each and every way
What makes us different? The color of our skin or how we look?
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Far from home they fight,
In a land that’s not their own.
Their enemy has no face,
Yet they fight on.
In a time of terror
Not knowing who is friend or who is foe,
Ive grown out of my dispair
Nothing can withstand me now
Even though lifes not so fair
I play my part and then I bow
People doubt me everyday
Anarchy is mistaken for freedom.
Decisions no longer involve wisdom.
Two sides are pitted against each other.
No one will agree with one another.
Understanding is known as old-fashioned.
A monkey is in a tree
by the ocean
by the sea
In a tree all on its own
Free to roam
And inhale the ocean breeze
How much for that pup in the window?How much turmoil has he been through?Why must you breed again and again?This is where I come in.Saving and rescuingThat is my destinyPeople say they're cute for a whileThat pup lives to see you smile.How will yo
Sunset settles on the east
As the sky darkens
Stars twinkle
While tine slows downs
Owls awaken
Yet, birds fly south
Heart beats
And I stay still
waiting
waiting
waiting
Through beams of wood, light reaches for silver souls afloat.
A single breeze, a reverberation from the other layer of time,
Air dancing to the melody of ghosts across skin,
Just brushing the nerves, barely greeting,
The beauty of nature puts me at peace, and as I observe it, my sadness will cease. I look at the sky, watching cardinals whiz by, and the bulk of my stress is released. From worry to wonder, my anxiety plunders, when I close my eyes and just br
The flow of the human race is nothing more than a flow
We seem more and more content in our ways we forget to grow
The Individualistic idea has inspired oneself to lead a life of independence
Listen now, youngest of us.
On the edge of ruin, I am wiser
And perhaps, you shall be as well.
A crimson silk carpet runs beneath
The house, unmoving and unwavering.
In the darkest night under the full moon
My heart aches for the news that will come soon
As it cries out for the resolution
That news that had two conclusions
The news that determine my destiny in life
As I watch their energy burst in the mornings, my energy surely but slowly surfaces
Something about that gives me hope
As I teach them something and they grasp the concept, peacefulness overwhelms us both
nobody left, and nobody died,
but the family count went from six to five.
a daughter abandoned, shunned, alone,
because another girl's heart was the place she called home.
Sometimes, I find myself at a loss for words.
My family and friends always jokingly feign surprise,
That the one who always has to have the last word,
The one with the vocabulary of a thesaurus,
Just breathe in and out and again.This smog that clouds our mind-placing us in the realm of Negativity-will pass.
Guns are firing.
Kids are dying.
Parents cry.
All the police do is sigh.
Another one dead and gone.
That's another bed empty and alone at home.
This shit is like a cycle.
From the ashes, we rise like Kings.
From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs.
WIth each broken brick we build a home.
Our fate is made in our blood and stone.
You may take our bodies,
This is a message to the world
To each and every boy and girl
No matter your age there’s nothing to fear
Young or old, you have to be bold
I ain’t saying its fine to play mind games
Fingers tingle over keys,
Sounds resound across the house,
Dead silence.
Notes tinkle and drop in my ears like rain.
Delicious ties and cresendos awaken longing and stirs adventure.
Trance-like singing,
Fingers tingle over keys,
Sounds resound across the house,
Dead silence.
Notes tinkle and drop in my ears like rain.
Delicious ties and cresendos awaken longing and stirs adventure.
Trance-like singing,
The Logic Of Todays Youth
Many Young People Today are in great disposition
Simply because we refuse to defer from sin
You see its not that we don't know any better
To be or not to be...What is it meant to be in the land of the free?Whilst many grieve in pain and agony,Searching for joy, but constantly struck with misery,Told you can be, whatever you set your mind to be,
Blind, Oblivious, Bastards
I see you all, I hear you all, I know you all
You do not see me, you do not hear me, you do not know me
You speak loud words of nothing
Verse 1:
Dear God, how you been? how you doing?
Can you intervene? We need some help and some improvement
Girls are getting pregnant by the age of thirteen
And boys will stick it anywhere, even if it ain't clean
You claim your ambitions, yet you sit back and wade
How can someone be so ignorant, is this why you're paid?
Our brothers have fallen, our sisters held hostage,
We didn't agree to this, I didn't sign a single roster.
Cradle my heart.
Wrap it in swaddling cloth
And gently hold it close.
Sing to my soul.
Let your voice caress me
And your words heal my aches.
Give me your hand.
Lead me through the night
Maybe in death, when we are no longer casket sharp, our skeletons will expose themselves.
A river, cheery and merry,
Is a picture of perfect happiness.
It laughs as it trips and falls,
Crashing into obstacles in its way.
Never angry nor upset,
I sit on a crooked tree branch
Leaning against it
As I stare out into the distance
Mountains tower above
Darkened shadows with white tips
Shrouded in pale mystery
Meadows crowd the land below
Sometimes you get so caught up.
Spun so far around, that they're winding you up.
Coiling you into a speedball before they send you splitting the air,
Hitting the air before you're batted away.
Those poor girls, this poor me
trying to navigate womanhood
not knowing which way to look,
the motherland is crying
we are longing for salvation
we are yearning for the peace of God
our security is broken
the serenity is nowhere to be found
what have we succumbed to?
Xxasperated Irritated
Feeling the need to be Elated
Want to be liberated
Trying to fascilate it
Utterly alone she cries
Dying
Piece by piece
In the
War
Against the lies
Everything is wrong
How
Can she
Keep
On
Being strong
We need peace.
Loving our neighbors.
Understanding our neighbors.
We are all the same in every form.
We are the human race.
One in need of unity.
Through high and low
Through chaos and darkness
Through the depths below
and when you've tried your hardest
Be still and know
All the days seem long
And the hurt runs deep
November 30, 2013
Autumn Leaves
These autumn leaves ride the golden breeze
So warm and inviting
This city hasn’t felt a night like this in lifetimes
words buzz and spin in clouds of confused formation
wheeling and turning, penetrating all corners and crannies with all of their information
If a stranger was the face reflected back
You wouldn't break his jaw would you?
Threaten to murder him for being black
Or beat him for loving his fellow man
Too often I see the withered dreams
Why do I have to suffer?
I’ve done no wrong
Why can’t things get better?
This is not where I belong
Every day I have to deal with this
I’m tired of being trapped
When will life be bliss?
Why do I have to suffer?
I’ve done no wrong
Why can’t things get better?
This is not where I belong
Every day I have to deal with this
I’m tired of being trapped
When will life be bliss?
I sometimes ponder whether our souls simply conjure
the vices that mold our souls into monsters,
or if heavy hearts simply sink like lead
when life's violent seas bring disease and death.
Merging onto streets.
We flood as an aid to those in need.
We see the pain, cries, and pleas.
Freedom is so everlasting.
The key falls into my hand.
The door opens.
Piercing noises around me
Subside.
I have to hide, before they take me back.
I run
Into a never ending hall of doors
Leading to infinite worlds.
The grass holds the history of days past
The sky paints an ever changing picture of life
The sea brings life of all kinds into view
Nature teaches me about myself.
Money never makes a man
My motive is make a movement
My goal is accomplished when everyone's influenced
My mind is diverse
I need to make difference
Let's improve education!
Teach a generation!
Death is not a beautiful thing.
It's terrifying.
Just the though of it makes my heart quicken.
What lies beyond, deep into the abyss.
Seldom do I think your not powerfulA servant of JoyA peace initiation for the Indians of SenecaA LoveA FireA beautiful path in the light of foreverA reminder of effortless serenityPush me down
I lived in StarlandWith all the fellow saviors and saintschoosing patiently to divide the grate and canisterbarren fellows without knowledge or understandingI was flying intrinsically away from the cauldron of desire
City girl
With a country heart
Walks outside
To her back yard,
Looks up
And sees jet streaks
Left in the sky
At night.
Too fast.
Looking up
Beyond the oceans,
Past the stars..
Through the moon..
And way beyond..
To the shores,
Past the sunset..
At the sands,
Is where we met..
Through the jungles...
Through the trees..
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.
Give me hope
Let me be a beautiful flower that blooms from the ashes of an un-privileged past
Give me hope
Let me feed from the opportune victals of a chance for higher education
Give me hope
When the world finds peace, the world will stop
As far as hiearchy goes there will be nothing at the top
Level playing ground with nothing obstructing the goal
We will actually find time to stop and let the ball role
When the world finds peace, the world will stop
As far as hiearchy goes there will be nothing at the top
Level playing ground with nothing obstructing the goal
We will actually find time to stop and let the ball role
My Mind;
My only mind;
The one I hold dear;
So dear;
Without such;
My opinions would be non-existent;
My thoughts would be nothing;
Nothing for I;
Nothing for anyone;
at the end of every today that passes
i lay able to rest
because i know that it means
i am yet another day closer
another day closer to my tomorrow
The rush of the wind is like the blood of the earth,
And the chime from afar is calming.
The crickets are crying,
Serenading the sky,
As the trees oblige to the wind's calling.
My struggle? What Struggle?
It's been nailed to the cross
by giving my life
I gained from the loss
My shame? What shame?
I'm washed by the blood
I'll never be the same
At night when I bow my knees
And come to You in prayer,
A gentle calm surrounds me
As I leave my burdens there.
You use the word "Queer"
you hope the picture is painted clear
you judge off of looks
instead of the books
homophobia is real
they make such a big deal
they are people too
seconds fly
hours dissolve into each other
impossibly dense with have tos and maybe laters and not enoughs
souls weary from vacuum-sealing meaning into each moment
I look at life as balanced, like there is no right or wrong
But bringing up one's identity just plays a different song.
Am I the hero, or am I the villain? Does anyone know for sure?
“What could we change if I offered to help?”Take note of this thought. Tape it to walls.Stick this to billboards and light postsand maybe the back of your head of you're bald!
The things that I'd change would be minds and heartsWhen the clock strikes the miracle hourThe peace that's been lostAt innumerable costsWould return with unity once ours
A world once of simplicity
Has fallen into a mystery
From chaos and destruction
Humanity could only blossom
Lights, Camera, Action
Light, How do you see it?
Can you even see it?
Or is it felt on the fine arms that brush up when air is left of mist.
A Photograph of The Past
I’m laying here, the ceiling’s caving in.
I’m staring up in a gaze waiting for the fallout.
I’m still, I will not move. I will lose myself in this crumble.
Explain to me the difference between a house and a home,
I've tried all alone but only to find it's not in my bones,
I'm deep,
Deeply lost,
Deeply sorry,
Sorry for what I am,
Sorry for what I do,
What a Blessed Friend
My friend in relation
My loving sister in bond
I look to you with amazement
Please take me to the motherland
I heard love can manifest
Yin and Yan they coexist
Please take me to the motherland
Where alchemist don't trade souls
For the chemical make up of gold
It's not as if I ever meant for this to happen.
It just kind of did.
It's nothing bad,
I swear it.
It's just odd.
And frightening to consider.
Love me once, shame on you.
They waddle onto war - a walk to the park?
-With bodies blown and souls sent to the dark?
I say “Young lads, throw down your guns,
And reach up for peace that rests in the sun.”
In love
Your heart gains a sharp feeling,
Like a dull pencil.
Your eyes sparkle,
Like tinker bells light as it dies out.
Love,
It stops your heart
I think sometimes the sky should be a chalkboard that I can scribble on
That way everyone can see my thoughts
And maybe be entertained
They would see ornate designs and oriental shades
Not many know me
Nor do they know my past
Naive describes those who know only my top layer
But when one comes truely
When one comes with respect
They will come to love me as I will to them
She lived in Kenya,
Only knew her ABC's,
Moved to America at eleven years old,
Taught herself English,
No one helped her,
She fell behind,
And yet her heart never failed,
The power to work and the power to try,The power to tell the truth and the power to lie,This power is within us all.But look around see how we’ve fallenShort of what we could be.
never did i think i could be one of those people
the people who love...
differently.
never before did i think id experience feelings
for that of the same sex
though now i find it somewhat rediculous.
If I could change the world, I'd know exactly where to start
I would start with the people who could'nt find their hearts
The people who turn their heads away when someone needs help
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war
A world of respect
Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down
It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground
Looking around this room, I hope most of you will understand
If I drop one tear it’s for my brother
Living alone with no mother
Thought that life couldn’t get any worse
When guns putted my brother in a hearse
What Would You Change
You have just been given the power to change anything in the world
What would you change?
What did you say
when the ink was etched into the skin of many,
pale, fragile, souls locked away for a difference in belief?
What did you feel
when the two mechanical beasts in the sky light,
The United States of AmericaThe New WorldAn escape for a new lifeA new beginning
Red, Yellow, Blue, Green
Flags are nothing but color.
Caucasian, Indian, Islander, African
Skin is not the issue in particular.
Trans, Gay, Straight, Bi
We are all the same.
Change.
Such a broad word,
for such a monumental feat.
The key to change is tolerance.
The world is not a nice placeBut not always at equal paceThe world likes to fight and raceBut it also likes to segregateThe World wants a change
Life is a struggle filled with like minds befuddled.All trying to find reasons to exist.Many are stuck smoking spliffs and drinking fifths,But they say happiness awaits to those who persist.Many have perspired.
If you could ask for one thing, what would it be?
That was the question asked.
Well, I'd pull out my magic lamp and call upon my genie,
Peace is never going to happen,
it's an idea made up from stupidity.
Each mind thinks differently,
everyone is not the same.
Saying such a thing breaks the cortex,
the cortex of humanity.
A dream is far from a physical state, a goal remains beyond our reach for so long.
Through creativity and complexity great things come.
People live for eachother, weak or strong.
Lately I've been dreaming of you.
They were peaceful, happy dreams:
Dreams full of smiles and laughter,
Innocent dreams of love.
I love you more than you know.
And the times we share mean the world to me.
certainly you've felt life tug you, hug you, and even push you away..
and I'm certain you've seen life assert it's opinion to your dismay..
& by all means necessary, life has lead you to this point..
Why are there still people out there that just love to hate?
Based upon the color of their skin and their race
Every individual possesses different traits
Is it even possible to change these people's ways?
Timeless Stone
An ageless face
Carved under sunlight,
Ripened by moonlight.
A tasteless taste
I want to run away to some place beautiful
Where the birds are singing
And the trees are dancing.
I want to run away to some place quiet
Where the savage thoughts of my mind run silent
Place me in a world of peace
and I will know bliss.
Throw a grenade of love into the city
and they, too, will know this.
Take out your tazer
and shock me with kindness.
What would I change?
Wouldn't you like to know?
I'd feed the hungry
To make people grow.
I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all,
And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
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,
Stop.
Take a deep breath.
Is this where you want to be?
Is this where you thought your life would lead?
Stop.
Give it a chance.
Follow your dream to no end.
Never keep pushing just to pretend.
I live in a land where the flag speaks red
A red that gives pride and shelter until my end
Yet to my Friends red Bends to displaying the Bloodshed
Of their countries
Living through the darkness of the dead
How I love to sing
It's how I use my voice
The way I get my words out
It brings me great joy
Music is my everything
It's there when life just isn't enough
When I have a bad day
Sean realized at a young age
Other boys were not quite the same
He wasn’t on the same page
No one was to blame
He was so estranged
He felt naught but shame
I turn on the news
Rape, murder, missing
Those words have become boring to me
A black boy has been shot
The white man who killed him goes home free
Bullshit
What has this world come to?
Star-spangled eyes,
Firework filled skies,
I grew up with the government
And all of it's lies.
I grew up with family,
Leaving for war,
What is there to learn from war?
Like a bird needs a feather,
we all need eachother.
In the darkest of times ,
we search in others for a light that shines.
but the light that we seek,
is within ourselves,
A generation pressured by society
A society driven by expectations and decisions
Decisions that restrain us like animals to a cage
A cage that strips what little freedom we were given
Pride gets in the way
Envy lies in hearts
Gluttony overflows our nation
While lust tears relations apart
Anger boils within our veins
Greed prevents us from our potential
At the sound of an alarm,
We wake!
At the smell of a brew,
We wake!
At the turn of a key
We move!
On our path to fortune,
We dream,
Yet, at the sight of the homeless child,
People walk around as they laugh
as the others stand in alone as if a polygraph
test that the "others" takes blinks and beeps,
people not knowing how the "others" weeps
behind weak doors that hold back
People walk to work like they are alonethe youth shrug their shoulders, take a drag, and it passessleep in a city of millions, never knowing anyone.outside, every thing you hear you have already heard,
To "Pax" is to "Have Peace"
According to my book,
But your book is not the same as mine,
And thus, you have no "Pax!"
A mountain of fear
A valley of guilt
A river of shame
And a world of sin
Do not bow your head in defeat
There are things we must not accept
Race.
What is it?
Who needs it?
Does it really make a difference?
Or does it only impose limits?
On the soul.
Giving the world a better place to live,
Imagining the people living in peace,
Viewing the world through each other's eyes,
Enemies no longer exist have hate to give.
They asked me to measure my life in a glass
Determine the worth and state it in halves
To cut up the moments and bind every scrap
Together in leather and draw up a map
The world we live in is a mess
but we can fix it.
We need everyone to try
and no one to quit.
Some people are fat, some people are gay
some people have blue hair and some people have tattoos.
Why do we all hate
These wars we start
From bombing innocent towns
To a gunfight in the street next to KMart
Empty souls press grounds unknown.
Vacant hearts indulge in wonders yet to be discovered.
Mournful beings beg for salvation
while the glitters of a great land gleam in unsatisfied eyes.
With power, comes control.
With power, comes anger.
With power, comes lack of integrity.
With power, comes control.
With power, comes anger.
With power, comes lack of integrity.
Disguises for hypocrisy.
Blinded by democracy.
Honestly, do We know why
We go to war and children die?
Contradicting insanity -
Thou shalt not kill, all of humanity.
Listen to the Water
Listen to the Sun
Listen to the Sand
They're all so grand
The swishing whish of Water
The beating heart of Sun
The whispering shh of Sand
as one
The Seeing Man,
A chaste man displaced,
Saunters through life
Without a single expression
On his pallor white face.
The Seeing Man
Never utters a cross word
He feeds the hungry
If I could change
One thing
About the world today
In all its hurt, in all its pain
In everything not going our way
Is a smile
On every face
One that would never change
Then my life started to fall apart...BoyfriendGood friendsPopularGood lookingIt was all in my handsBut it was falling out of His grasp.
Then my life started to fall apart...BoyfriendGood friendsPopularGood lookingIt was all in my handsBut it was falling out of His grasp.
I dabbed my brush into the endless ink.It went on smooth, painted all money pink.Pink for delight.
Blank stares are given,
Long live the smacks of hands that raised
pains that slave the masses
Yet ignored through the constant acknowledgements
Embelished though it seems
the hate is real...
What if we were lovers?
From the derm to the core?
What if we were the shutters to Hatred’s Lore?
Would we dance with the rays?
Smile at the budding moon?
And hate decay and ruin?
Paint the grey we live in;That’s my decree.Our world is more than the cradle of sin-No more Greed or Sloth we should see.Instead mix the weeping Blue with passion RedOr add White for a pure Pink.
Th light of day gives to dark of night,
How can one overlook this tribune?
For even apathy has insight,
The confederation had beliefs quite skewed
They wanted all policies to be renewed
But the union wishes to unite ones thoughts
Alexander K Opicho(Eldoret, Kenya;aopicho@yahoo.com)Daughters,sisters and brethren in the African womenfolk
"You're stupid. You're annoying. You're ugly. We don't want you here."
These are words my brother hears daily at school.
Cruel is the words to describes the children of today.
Peace on earth
No matter how much we search for it,
It is no where
We grow weary
Our world is surrounded by evil and emptiness
Lies and suicides
Murders and disasters
Spying Death,
He moves forward.
Wating for his time,
With welcoming arms.
He continues.
With every step,
A louder breath.
Earth's details grow clearer,
Love can either hurt you or make you happy... or even both
Love can be affectionate, beautiful, & romantic
Across from the ocean,
I sit on the beach,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breathe.
White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze calm and still,
I'm caught in the moment,
In the forest I hear no sound
Branches falling down
Leaves upon the ground
Life dwindling down
Leaning against a fallen tree
Oh the Comfort
The peace
The joy
And the love
That flows
From you to me
Dear Mother
You give me attention
That delivers affection
Direction
And understanding to me
Love is forever
Love is fleeting
Love is kind
Love is harsh
Love is ease
Love is hard
Love takes time
Love makes time fly
Love is fragile
Love is enduring
What is more beautiful?
Being skeptical or gullible?
People see what they want to see,
Even though the danger lurks around thee
But nevermind that, this world remains deceitful.
Earth is like a baby,
Sometimes i wish to go in the woods and walk alone,
Where serenity and peace are seen and shown
The blood of what fills "Art"
Sustains me,
Controls me,
And tames me for another day in this world
Another day to survive the lies, the heartache, the pain
The blood filled with the history of a world
Cool, ocean water nudges my crinkled toes
A gentle breeze sifts through the giant, leaves of the palm trees
Swaying them like the exotic dancers of a waltz.
Looking up, I watch fluffy white figures slowly dance
Empty, solitary, realxed,
and let go.
The inner floosy of my heart is free
to close her eyes and rest.
I usually see one other
joining my personal solitary confine.
Not today though;
We preach peace, yet declare war.
We want to end world hunger, yet we toss food on the daily.
We want to attain the best education, yet we are charged more than we can afford.
The ship is sinking.
There is a hole in the bottom of the stern.
The women scream and clutch their children with fright
While the men run around, struggling to maintain control.
Five letters
Three syllables
One meaning
Peace
That you disrupt when you put an r after the a
Or r instead of n
Or e or I instead of a
I mean how hard can it be
No I am not my twin
This poem does contain footnotes on the bottom that may be used for clarification since there are many obscure references.
man, who are you?
beast, what are you?
woman, why are you?
peace, WHERE are you?
There is a sadness that grows inside of me somtimes.
Almost like water. Almost like him.
It crashes through the shore and breaks through the sand.
At times It can take down cities; its destroyed many lands.
Have you ever stopped to see
How all of our lives might be
Without those who died for the red, white, and blue
Sacrificing their lives for me and you
Do you even give one thought
The wall of the wave comes powering forward from a small distance
My heart races with beat of my stroke as I paddle into a good position
One-
It seems so small,
tiny,
miniscule
But one can mean tremendous things
One person can do so much.
One person can become the voice of a generation
Look in me. Now tell me what do you see. You don't see much. But let me tell you what I see a child force to be grown.
Falling into pieces
She lies there on the ground
Not knowing where her life has gone
She only wears a frown
Death stands beside her to take her soul away
She begs for one more chance only one more day
The flag stands where you were.
On the home front.
Defending what you love.
The flag stands where you were.
Her skinny arm wrapped around half of his basketball player frame and her petite body lay barely covering his, Her chin tilted upward facing his her eyes fixed He never notices.
Love is our energy
Passion our vitality
Understanding and compassion the vein of our existence
Every time we laugh
When our smiles mirror our hearts
It seems that we will never face resistance
A small lake lies calm.
Looking like a glass window
Clear as a crystal
A boat breaks the silent peace
You can take your cities
Your cars
Your bars
Your asphalt roads
And tall billboards,
And starless,
Smog-filled skies.
I’ll stick with my small town
My backwoods roads
You are never too far gone
Though life is never easy or fair
Hope appears much like the dawn
Bringing with it something rare
The light shines brightest in the dark
Clear your mind.
Open your heart.
Let your soul loose.
Breathe in, breathe out.
You are here. You are present.
You've never been more alive than now.
You are here. You are present.
This world is bitter cruelAnd I was a foolA fool to think I could change a world of coldThat I could change it into something bold
It's true to say,
Every girl has flaws,
And it's true that its displayed
Every guy has been clawed.
But ones for sure,
For me it's a personal tour.
I can say that I've loved
We wait in thick silenceWhile a genocide sleepsClaim to see all,When they know the leastThe mighty get mighterAnd the weak, they bendWhile we're made to sufferFor the ignorance of old men
It doesn’t matter to me
Where you want me to be
I want to be free and fly
And I don’t even have to be high
As I fly from here through the sky
On my way to the ocean
Where the steady motion
First there was silence
Footsteps near my room
Soft whispers through the walls
Slowly the door opened
The coldness grasped my arms
It took me to that place
What is difference?
Why does society dislike the different?
Who is to say what is differrent?
No one is the same
Yet, we all want to be like someone else
No one is equal
yet everyone is equal.
I feel as if I'm stuck in a cage, knowing my potential I bring myself to burst out in rage, this stage of trials is rough, as I lay under the rubble it is tough to see light, in spurts I try to raise with all my might but through the dust it's
Twirling beacons glow warm in winter’s night
Bright white souls swiftly growing old
Sunlit sidewalks fill with chalk
Rain, feather dust and flies
A sloping sleeping heat
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
Why stress over them, instead why not god bless 'em
earning minimum wage probably is a struggle,
but giving students Fails so quickly on the double
The sleep of winter roams deep unpunished,
Calm, subtle, just.
A generous wind, carries Autumn's rubbish;
Leaves, weathered to crust.
Rain's kiss is as cold as ice.
A warning of what's yet to come
Oh there is a bliss in solitude
There is beauty in peace
And content in silence
No more wanting,
not needing but having
and loving
Rings stretching from East to West formed in the crimson skies,
Glowing pink, orange, and yellow above the setting sun,
Sitting in silence turning this daymomments sweep by, memories stray. the beauty of change is that in the mind,even the sweetest momments go bye. So dont hold on to memories they arnt stillthey are simply important if you give them the will.let th
Lets fly away to a paradise of peace. Lets go there and escape our reality. Forget about those who hate to see us together. We are in love. We are one. You are my other half. The stronger one. Lets go somewhere full of sunshine.
It fills the air,
Without a care.
It sings a song,
All day long.
It dances around,
It pulses the ground.
It envelops ears,
It's everything we hear.
It breathes,
It weaves.
blistered skin,
that whispers flayed.
my life, a cage,
to which I'm chained.
Haunting voices,
following close,
the creeping utterances,
my subtle foe.
feet trimmed by velvet,
Growing. That's a scary thing to do.
We don't realize that every day we change, little nuances in the way we move or speak.
The way we cross the street.
Belladonna
A beauty that illuminates such carnation hue
You defiled me with your sinful pleasure
I open up my mind,
and see the possibilities.
Fantasy I always find.
Space and time just reality.
Peace signs around the world I always hoped,
but every time I look around the world
Education will cure the cause of hate.
Everyone should try to inform the rest.
We can try to erase ignorance from the worlds full slate.
Then we can really address the real cause of this mess.
Oh sun, Oh sun
How he does rise
To watch the cheerful play,
See him illuminate the skies,
And hide before each day,
Oh sun, oh sun
What warmth he brings,
To ever leaf and flower,
"Is that a rape whistle?"
"No? It's
A symbol of protest,
A tool to elevate conversation,
A vote for peace in Congo."
Little boys are sent into war only defended with a whistle.
A sea away,
Endlessly long days,
No sleep at night,
A few fights,
Plenty of giggles
New food that jiggles,
Chance of a lifetime,
Cost way more than a dime,
Want to go back,
See I am, the creator, I write the lives, and the lies, that I tell, to keep me alive, and well, a dream, could this really be not reality, but pain, creates our world in reality, the rain, resemble tears that we shed, and I see, why god, won't
No matter how much I express myself
and people sympathize to understand,
there's still that part of me that's
never really known.
All alone.
It craves to have light shed upon it,
The moon is my Goddess, for she creates the waves, and the songs that lull me to sleep.
The Goddess is my moon,
the Goddess is my earth,
the Goddess grants me her boon,
the Goddess guides me to her hearth,
In this world, there is much hate.
Is it a coincidence? Or is it fate?
Years of bullying, discrimination, war, and rape
How much more can we take?
Peace is there, I just know it.
Riding for miles, Your perfect smiles,
Silent conversations, Innocent flirtations,
The hot, sunny days, They passed me in a daze,
Mindless texts, Not knowing what comes next,
Sometimes we disagree,
But that’s okay.
To be perfectly honest,
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’re always there,
You’ve helped me grow,
And you always know what to say,
Find yourself a simple peace,
Calm your raging inner sea.
Rain still falls deep in your heart,
Let the drops wash away the lingering hurt.
Let it all go before the rain turns to flood,
7.046 billion people in the world
1,200 students at the average high school
So many faces in the world
So many people that are passed by
What would happen if there was a chain reaction?
I want to scream, scream, scream at the top of my lungs in anguish because I need to know that everything's okay. I'm afraid. I'm so afraid of something. I can't craft words around it. I just need your approval.
Most of us believe that we are free,
But in reality, we are nothing more than a working bee.
Most of us believe that the system is fair,
But in reality, its only causing us pain.
Earth! what a small word for a bulbous creation,so much diversity, from cultures to racesfrom continent to countries, from places to nationswhat a gift God gave us for ages and ages
Poetry fills these pages
music to some-
a lament to others,
a desire to be freed,
a desire to be heard,
a want,
a need
to lose themselves in words
express their pain, suffering
So we have rights
We have the right to life and liberty, to the pursuit of happiness
The right to worship however we like
to freedom of speech and expression
Sure we have some rights, and they make us who we are
If only we could put the lonely girl with the lonely boy
Fix the hurt
Make the used feel less like a toy
…………………………………………………………………..
I write what's on my mind,
I write as if I was blind,
I write what's in my heart.
There's no formal training,
Or guidelines I follow.
Emotions are my direction,
Feelings are my guide.
I wish I was the person I was,
I wish I was the person I was.
Wait a minute,
The person I was, is the person I am.
Forever changed by events called life.
The person I was is hard to find,
Would you rather be in love OR would you rather be alone and heartbroken forever?
Would you rather learn and make your future successful OR would you rather have no future?
I know all you have is me
And that I will never be enough
But I will bind our love together
With such a force
I will shoot fireworks from the tip of my tongue every time I speak of you
Time ran outI stood stillFelt full of doubtLooked out of the windowsill
And as I thoughtA little moreI heard a knockingAt my door
Feet on ground
Head in the sky
Making plans for the future
When I am barely getting by
Just happy to be smiling
So lucky to be alive
Whether money grows on trees
Or I am begging on my knees
She wants it within herself....peace
Because she can't get it from nobody else
looking in the mirror seeing someone big and fat
but she purges and binge so how come she see that
Time rewind my past tracks,
As I hurtle towards the future.
I feel the need to fix the beat,
When I cannot refuse it.
Limitations are a key confliction,
Being quiet restricting,
three hearts beating out loud
it speaks it listens
in the silent crowd
hands interlock and we all meet
in a circle where we quietly greet
each other's rhythms beating as one
Feather Light Flakes
Feather light flakes drift down from the sky,
Dusting the flowers that only just died,
Soaking through leaves that only just dried.
You wake up to silence
I walk into the class, Room nine
and all I see are boys behinds
I wish they would take school more serious
cause what they're doing is delerious
The world is as ugly as it is beautiful,
as evil as it is good,
as cruel as it is kind,
as cold as it is warm,
as dark as it is bright—
but you will always have a choice on which side to take.
Standing on the balcony square,
I watched the August moon,
Its gleaming light so fair,
And I knew I would be leaving
Soon…soon.
WORLD VIEW
analytical debates
shows what a person hate
its sad to see what we don't appreciate
I just hope eyes open before its too late
all we need is love
Society has this picture, a picture thats perfect. Some are blessed with it, even though they dont deserve it. Sometimes I wonder how did I miss the drawing, its probably because im too busy in the background ooo-ing & aww-ing.
You whisper nonsense in my ear
so soft, so gentle
I listen closely to the cadence of your voice
lulling me to contentment.
You laugh.
My heart soars.
It vibrates through my flesh.
The sun was shining bright
The morning he was alive
The sun suddenly set
At the time the soldier died
The grass all around
Is crimson with blood
The child walks through
With a crooked smile
Life could be serene and peaceful
Like the waves of the ocean.
Everyday activities could be graceful
Like the waterfalls.
People could be one family
Thoughts
Within my head
They Battle
Attack
Go for the throat
What’s that you say?
I question whether there will be a day
A day where it all will pay
Where all my skill and all my pain
As a little child I played in an open field of dreams
Not having a care in the worldBut as time went by a fence started to build a barrier around me
If you don’t feel very happy,
or if you just feel sad at this moment,
I want you to go outside and stand there
for a very long while
and try to comprehend the fact
that you are rare enough to be
this place you call home, well it’s burning you down
find a place for change, take a chance, invent hope
you’re more than what you do and where you are
you’re beautiful.
“Anything war can do, peace can do better.”
Then why have we been stuck in this war forever?
A war against each other, a war against ourselves.
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert
Sleep was a luxury she can't afford.
Always moving and never staying long
Trying to look to the future,
but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
Soft, fluffy, white. / I cannot reach. / One day I might. / Anything, everything, all. / They're what you wish. / They let you fall into the soft blankets of peace. / Breathe, smile, let go. / Dare to imagine. / They'll put on a show.
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It is vital to understand compassion
as well as compassion for understanding.
But this day in age is all about demanding.
Join in for a revolution. Join in for this landing.
If I wanted to die I would have swam the depths of your touch
And if I wanted to hurt I would have broken to the sound of my own cry
But with you there and I’m so far away,
There is nothing left for me to deny.
As the rain comes pouring
I realize what has been left behind
A picture of me with a sparkle in my eye
Dreams come and go
But this nightmare stays alive
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
The cool summer rain
Falls in soft sheets
Enough for umbrellas, but not for raincoats;
Enough for me, enough for peace.
We flew over glistening mountain snow inside of a lost warWar with ourselvesWar with our mindsIn a worldWith a night skyAs black as coal
Theology twisted, robbing the poor
Sick religions have the saints misunderstood
U.S. economy in it for self
Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge
But graduated from a top Ivy League college
Another war in the name of peace
The rehearsed lie that you speak
Your deceptive words are at a peak
If you try to steal Liberty, she will make a creak
You are selected, not elected
I am a leader
I am in control of own destiny
I will not be discouraged
I will not be dismayed
For this journey that we call life
Is just a game waiting to be played
Concrete wasn’t always made so harsh and solid
In fact it was mostly straw
When I walk without my shoes on
It rubs my poor feet raw
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