I feel like an alien, descended from another planet and viewing humanity for the first time.

What dark tempest drives us to do the things we do to each other, and to the world we live in? We create monuments to our greatness while selling our children? What justification do we have to sell our own kind for our ****** pleasure? What lack of understanding drove our sadistic forays into torturing each other in the name of progress? Why do we do the horrible things that humanity is capable of? And at the same time, how are we able to create beauty out of nothing? What kind of sense does it make for some of us to turn inward and love, and others to turn outward and destroy?

To bring it back to a more personal level....

Why is it that I can take all the good and bad I've lived, and still make myself get up in the morning?

What is it that drives me to go to a bar knowing what I'll find when I get there? Why do I see so many lonely people, men and women, girls and boys, seeking...and not finding?

reflects smiles
mirrors pains
its beauty beguiles
entertains

wakes up heart
opens door
transcends art
furthermore

swells in vein
its maddening flow
drops as rain
on parchment glow

once seeded within
grows deep root
makes you come clean
speak only truth

soul's inked beat
pearls dug from deep
in true spirit
have it worshipped.

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If it were not for Some
How was the Start of the
And even though some may Start
Something must have
Means automatic did Not

Your Earthly Life
This day
And This night

The tree needs Soil
It takes Light
Air
Water

Just as you Are
So Love Exists
There are Smiles
Cry
Song

There is Nothing
Where you Can't
All the Dark
The Stars in the night Sky,
Even I couldn't See
There is no Moon,
In the Darkness

Why one for Another
Everyone why Each
The inside address seems quite Difficult
But not too Difficult

If you Try,
You can Catch a Few
It's your Secret to Everyone
I think you are my creation this Address
Have Taught

Very Simple
Such Life
So there is Death
The Earth exists so there is Light
The Trees are
So Fruits,
Has its branches for the Birds
Embroiled Nest
Sing the Songs
The Songs are in the air to You

You have come to Me
Together in Love
Is made from the River
Goes out to the Sea
Get lost in the Midst
Of a wave of a Thousand Million
Back Again
In Another Form
Mystery of any other Occasion
Any other Day
Repeatedly
Continuous
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

in another room of black
in another face and form
in another poem, alack!

in another star my fate
in another state i'm lain
in another place of late
in another trial, pain.

yet there is nothing less than joy
there is nothing more than hope
another poem will i employ
to help another bard to cope.

nothing less than providence
nothing less than His design
nothing more and i'm convinced
nothing more... that He is mine.

one who says they will never know everything
who has an expanding mind

that looks for knowledge
and knows the true meanig of listening

holds the first key
the last key to life is

strive not to be a successs
but rather to be of value

If you don't know ask
No question is a dumb question

The words Yes & No
Are complete sentences
no need to explain

your thoughts are your own
your life is always second

be your own person
who cares what other people think

if you do nothing wrong
**** them

stay real
never put up a front
never lie

live to help someone
show that you care

if you need help
i can find it for you, seriously

i always open my mouth
step in if something is wrong

i talk a lot
I carry a wise mind

i am somewhat demanding
i don't mean to be overpowering, but I sometimes do

i don't *******
i keep it real

I diffidently know what i'm doing
I don't play games

And I am no better the the next person
I just follow a different agenda

love another

Born of coupled love
Brought up in mother’s love
Studded and embedded
Into the budding tot lot
Blossomed in teens
Grown intense in Intermediate
Graduated with admixed lust
With juvenile jubilance
Bonded in ties in twenties
Love n’ lust operate life
Singly or jointly
To free from dormant life
No caste, color or creed
Life is the school of love
Love is the scholar of life
A sacred tool to believe
And to live and let live

True innocents,
can only come from a child that does not know life.

A child that will cry,
from not understanding what they do wrong.

I child's life,
is something that is very special.

It should be nurtured, cared for, and taught real love.

It should not be disciplined or condemned.
It should be cherished, taught, inspired and motivated.

Always remember your actions in front of your child.
Because what you do, they watch.
What you say, they duplicate.
What you teach by not thinking, they learn.

You may not think they watch or listen.
But, yes they do.

Their curious, the what's , the why's, the how come's
are part of every child's mine.

We were once there and some of you may not think
your like your parents.

But your only lying to yourself.

There is something in all of us, that is in our parents,
Weather good are bad it's there.

Guide your children as if they are a fine jewel.
But actually they are much more then that.

It's a life, our future, the one's that will be watching over us,
when we fall back to a child's mind in our elderly years.