That I would kneel and pray.....As I knelt I thought what will I pray.....For my family? I do that anyway......I know, I will pray that all men will be brave and learn how to behave and stop blowing each other away.....Then I thought I should pray for the lonely that love will come their way.....Maybe I will pray for all the faces that I have seen covered in pain to stop the blame .....I should, pray for the kids that have to runaway and loose their way.....That mothers will be mothers, fathers will be fathers and will teach their kids the right way......I will pray for the men and women that fight our wars and that there will be no more......I need to pray for the hungry that their hunger will go away, for the poor that they suffer no more.....I will pray for people with addictions that their addiction will disappear and go away......For the sick and dying that they feel no more pain , in God's name.....That these dark times come and go and we will see more rainbows .....
That everyone is treated the same
Today I decided that I would kneel and pray As I knelt I thought what would I pray
After all my thoughts It dawned on me I just prayed !!
The catastrophe of being a poet is that you are an annoying brain with delicate bones made of glass, who watches weird TV shows and reads bizarre newspaper happenings, ponder over the final chapters of your literary idols while walking the rain with hands inside your pajama pockets and dig out incomprehensible meanings someone managed to scribble at the back of his notebooks. Psychologists have such complicated theories about your social ineptitude, hence you die breathing the yellow notebook pages of a second-hand bookstore even though your brain signals warned you about chronic asthma. But you'll live for centuries inside punched hearts, libraries and under lazy bedsheets because at least for a moment you made a total stranger giggle, weep, scream and sometimes jump in joy over a well-penned verse. Did your friends tell you 'you ****'? Well, no one's gonna remember those *** holes and always remember if not today, but someday you'll be someone's wonderwall.
Make it, grow it, feel it Love it, work it, do it Say it, mean it, be it Hold it, caress it, endure it Question it, solve it, understand it Nurture it, direct it, protect it Smile for it, live for it, die for it Cry for it, blush for it, never deny it
Our veins are not filled with scripture Our bones are not built of steel Our brains are not hardwired to think the same Our hearts are not the ones supplying us with love Our muscles are not meant to withstand the weight of a thousand lies But our souls are meant to keep us going
Whether your soul is forged from one who was old Or from one who was but a child A soul is a soul It cannot be changed or rewired to please those in this Unmanageable world
Always pay attention When someone else is speaking If it didn't mean something to them They wouldn’t talk about it at all
Always listen closely For the answers you are seeking, May be closer than you think Found in the ramblings of that call
Imagine if you will A world where everyone cared Where they leaned ear in intently Instead of filling our heads with doubt
Maybe we'd all be happier; Collectively less scared We could solve all of life's problems If we just heard everybody out
You see confidence builds greatness Yet we continue to put each other down Jealousy and rage keep us from turning the page Even when the story could teach us something profound