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 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
Sophia
Dad
 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
Sophia
Dad
I stand in the doorway as you sit there with a flushed face
and puffy eyes
I know you still love her but now you walk around with a shield over your heart
because you are afraid
I cannot love you in the same ways she did
And maybe nobody else will
We are the calm,
And the great leafy greens.
We are the mountains,
The rivers, lakes, streams.

We are the booming,
And towers of steel.
We are concrete and glass,
We're the human ideal.

We're the source of life,
That sustains the earth.
We are creation,
Life, death, and birth.

We are advancement.
Technology and science.
Our knowledge will increase,
We'll stand in defiance.

We are your wonder,
Your mystery and mind.
We're the question you ask,
and the answer you find.

We are our own!
And you're in the way.
We'll remake this earth,
And leave you to decay.

You miserable fools!
You've ruined us all!
We're your foundation.
Now with us you must fall.

There's only one earth,
For everyone here.
So take care of her,
Before we ALL disappear.
I'm usually not an environmentalist,  that's just how this turned out.
Reality
That stone cold word
That ***** out all your life

Reality
Is this world
With hunger, pain and strife

Reality
Is when you see
That beggar on the street

Reality
Is when you know
That you must admit defeat

Reality
Is death and loss
And not knowing what comes after

But Reality
Can be fun
And filled with joy and laughter

Reality
Is the time you spent
With everyone you love

Reality
Is lying down
And seeing the stars above

Reality
Is a perfect day
Where nothing seems amiss

Reality
Is your first love
Or marriage's sealing kiss

Reality
Is good and bad
Depending how you see it

Reality
Is what you want
If you just have the spirit
I don't really like reality (until we all gain wizard powers), but as far as I`m concerned this poem speaks the truth.
 Sep 2014 Pink Hat
T2m
Mandiang
 Sep 2014 Pink Hat
T2m
The sugâ galantly stand around
with their spears
Dressed in goat ' s skin with painted
faces and hair
Their countenance say ' do not dare '
A direct contrast of the square ' s
light air,
Which is exagerated by the
tipsiness from the locally brewed
beer .

With dances the festival began in
earnest ,
Each dancer stamping hard to
make his beats the loudest.
The tipsy audience laughing and
cheering their best ,
Men, like chimpanzees , beating
their bare breast.
Mandiang is all, anything else is
being put to rest.

The drull drum is a - play for the
sugâ dance
Marking the ****** of all that has
and is to chance ,
The majestic monarch march for
the entrance
And the time for the rain - making
ritual to commence.

So it, at the end , rained as usual ,
The welcome crown of this annual
ritual .
Mandiang is an annual event
amongs my tribe , it is that time of
the year set aside to appreciate the
past havest and hope for regular
rain and good croping season.
Sugâ is a soldier in our ancient
kingdom. NT all this now is
ceremonial with no spiritual
attachments
 Aug 2014 Pink Hat
Ayman Zain
They love you more than they love themselves
They only want what's best for you
They treat you with respect
But toughen you when it's required to
They stress you not because they're punishing you
But because they're worried about you
They sometimes spoil you
Because they love to see you smile
They feed you a meal x3 a day
And buy you your favorite chocolate milk
Which makes you happy to hangout with them
Instead of being with your friends playing video games

But now things changed

You're all grown up
Fussing and screaming all day
Because you don't want to do your homework
You want to play outside with your mates
The moment you walkout from the front door of your home
You're invisible and uncontrollable
With no curfew. You're always late

But things have changed

All of a sudden you're an old man
With a wife, 3 kids and a dog
It's all heavy on your shoulders
Lifting all the weight
Struggling with your work
And then coming back home
To your wife and 3 kids
But it isn't all that great
Cause they constantly cause problems
And dont appreciate your sweat
And that's when you remember
All the days you spent
Being arrogant, selfish and stubborn to your parents
How you raised their heart rate
And raised your voice on them to the highest level
As if you were special
And now you ask yourself "how didn't I notice?"
You were too blind to see
Too cold to feel and
Too deaf to hear
All the struggle your parents went through

But things are now stable

*Wasn't it all worth the wait.
I know that I went out of rhythm in this one but it's all to express emotion! There is no greater gift than for a person than to have such loving parents, step parents or even grandparents. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this. :)
 Aug 2014 Pink Hat
Keilah
It's tedious to care
for someone as much
as I care
about you.

And I hope that
the tiny fragments
you planted
inside of me
will never be so
inconsiderately
left inside of you
too.

For the indifference
in the beat of my heart
and the longing
in the depths of my soul
will leave a mark
indelibly - in me,
beyond me.
 Aug 2014 Pink Hat
Jamie
At times you seem perfect
But when you don't reply
I die inside

All I think when I see you
Is how you looked
The day I woke you up

The look of..
Let me sleep..
But its nice being with you

Where, for a second
I felt you wanted me.
Why can't that be everytime?
Think it's finally time to give up
They said be careful
what you wish for
but all I asked was
the stars and then
the sky
you once said that
it was all mine to take
you said love is like
a day you wanted to break
for me
talk was never your forte
yet you were always
like the sound of thunder
on a stormy sea
and I was a tugboat
wandering
too shallow in the sea
but too far from home
sometimes I could almost
feel your mouth
shape the words
I love you
even though all I hear
is you saying
goodbye
like you found the good in it
like how it was always
the subsitute for
our brass silence
I feel like I could almost
catch the falling rain
and then I realized
that at some point
dusk looks exactly
the same as dawn.
Punctuationless. Because I just don't have it in me to stop or pause or join two seemingly similar things with a semicolon. They are just sad.
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