A tragic tradition from times long past Weak of wit and hard of heart Thus pawns are born and Circumstance plays its part
Here we stand again, aghast Alas, what evil has come to pass! Questions burn, anger rises Vengeance brews on the horizon
The world has turned for years and years On violence and wars, and bitter tears You build - they break, you smile - they’re fake Injustice reigns in misfortune’s wake Struggle for some, victory for others Caps are waved with fair-weather feathers
Who are they, who are we? Who is safe, who is free? Where is the heart that knows no fear? Where is the mind that’s always clear?
An ephemeral world, a passing phase The old, the new The false, the true A blink of an eye in eternity’s gaze
Yet weak-minded malignancies Must ply their trade of misery Dispensed with as refuse in this life ****** as bartered souls in the next Fate’s hand is heavy and dark is the night For the vicious heart and feeble intellect.
Try to be good, Try to be kind, Try to educate, Feed your mind, Try to listen, Try to be aware, Try to comfort, Feed the care, Try to hear, Try to feel, Try to realise, Feed the heal, Try to be graceful, Try to give mirth, For we are all one, On planet earth.
There is a sense of timelessness in the twilight Of time standing still and extending into the infinite Of sadness and hope Of yearning and satisfaction Of unrest and peace Where time has no meaning and the mundane melts away into the symphony of colours in the sky..
..and your eyes follow the fading light and your soul knows its purpose once again..
I wonder what heaven is like is it really great as it seems? Is everyone forever young and beautiful? Do you meet people from your dreams? Does God really hold you in his arms as he welcomes you home for good? Is heaven really full of love and hope or is it sadly just misunderstood? I wonder if it snows in heaven Winter is my favorite season I wonder if I were to sit on a cloud would God sit next to me and tell me that he loves me for no reason? I wonder if you have thoughts in heaven and if so do bad thoughts disappear? I wonder if you could really fly even if flying is your biggest fear I wonder if God would even let me into heaven he really should send me to hell Where am I going to go when I die? Right now I can't even tell I don't know what is going to happen to my soul when I take my last breath for good Is there really even a heaven? Maybe I should go find out
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders WRITTEN ON: September. 12, 2011 Monday 9:28 AM
I am not Ms. popular that is okay with me I honestly do not like attention unless it is my friends who give it to me I am no beauty Queen that is totally fine I like the way that I look I have no problem flaunting what is mine I am not the one all of the guys want I like it that way It is nice to go out and have fun without getting hit on everyday I am not 100% anything when it comes to stereotypes and I don't want to be I like the idea of being open to anything that way no one can label me I am not a *****, I am not a troublemaker I do not sit around letting others peer pressure me I am someone who drowns out all of the negative noise while following the beat to my own drum I am the one who stands out in the crowd by choosing to be the odd one
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders WRITTEN ON: September. 8, 2011 Thursday 8:19 AM
There amongst the wilderness. Where creatures big and small roam free. There amongst the overgrown, thats where they'd find you and me. The wind that shakes the barley, whistling in our freezing ears. You'll find us in the long grass, hiding from the same old fears.
Well its known we're not alone. there's many more besides. All hiding in the long grass, fighting with the same oul pride. With the wind that shakes the barley. Forever whistling in their ears. They'll join us there, the country air, amongst the winds that kiss the breeze.
Thoughts race inside My unstoppable mind As I lie, still as ever In this bed of mine
Not moving, won't stop, Can't grab them or drop them on the floor under my feet where they belong, I can't compete
I'd love to think of rivers Or calming peaceful streams Oh what I'd give to think of flowers Or the buzzing sound of bees
Inside is a hurricane Outside is a drizzle I can't control my hurried mind But at least it's working well
Oh I shouldn't complain, Yes my thoughts run all day Each one deeper than the last And although I'm led astray My thoughts tell me more Than your words ever could Because I've had a hundred More thoughts than I should
Oh the thoughts race inside My unstoppable mind As I lie, still as ever In this bed of mine