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Like Time’s insidious wrinkle
On a beloved Face
We clutch the Grace the tighter
Though we resent the crease

The Frost himself so comely
Dishevels every prime
Asserting from his Prism
That none can punish him
not everyone who holds a pen is a writer.
not everyone who rides a horse is a jockey.
not everyone who clips their toenails is a podiatrist.
not everyone who smokes knows the feeling.
not everyone who chokes is a sadist.
not everyone who lies is an actor.
not everyone who wears a moustache is a communist.
not everyone who smiles is the sunlight.
not everyone who tries is a failure.
not everyone who shouts knows the silence.
not everyone who cries knows depression.
not everyone who laughs gets the joke.
not everyone who speaks is a teacher.
not everyone who hears truly listens.
not everyone who died really lived.
Every day,every hour,every minute a new life takes its course on earth. Be it a plant,an animal or us human beings. Everyone grows from scrapes,like a climber which if not cut down shall never stop its growth. But who owns that right to cut it down? Now try to imagine yourself in the place of that climber. You're happy,content and living. You owe nobody except the people you love :your parents,your sisters,brothers and friends.But suddenly you're no longer alive to see the smiling faces of your loved ones. They come and fire three bullets into your already withered body,after all those beating and harrasing. What was your fault? You didn't owe them anything! Nothing!
    You ask yourself,'Who gave them the right to exercise an upper hand in all these brutality? First of all,who are these savages called 'they'?' Are they not human beings like you and me? You screamed. You were just a child,when they were molesting you. Did you know that it was coming to you? Had you've known you'd have never gone out of the house that day. 'I just wanted to play marbles',you whimpered in pain after your body was thrown into a cold chamber consisting of hundred other dead bodies. You can't feel your scarred body anymore. 'Mama,Papa,stay inside'- your last words.
'There were no bad and good,
   No evil or angelic.
  Killing became a hobby of those
    whose meaning of 'their' race
became a matter of consequence.'
Life is a riddle
But you're stuck in the middle
Kindness is weakness in the eyes of those yet to see strength.

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Riot
this is my facebook
real facebook
instead of connecting with fake friends for numbers
i'm connecting with friends i never knew i had
people here pick me up when i'm sad
a community that breaks hoplessness and fads
a place where beauty doesn't mean perfect
my facebook is right here with everybody
theres no santas list
everybody has been naughty
and i don't put my life on display
i display my feelings
because no matter what
i know you won't judge
so i'll be the first to say

*i love you facebook
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Amanda
I wonder how we look to the universe, small and defiant?

Earthly and naive?
Angry but not as hot and bright as the stars.

The handfuls, dots & sprinkles of constellations we stitch the impossible and giddy wishes upon.
Writer's block is somewhat frustrating. :') Help?
Good morning/Good Afternnon/ Good night sunshines!
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