what is love

is it something to hold
                           to look at
                           to hide
                           to abide

is it something to make
                           to hate
                           to chrish
                           to let die

is something that makes you happy
                               makes you sad
                               makes you glad
                               makes you cry

is it something that you fear
                                   you hate
                                   you adore
                                   you slate

is it something you sell
                           you steal
                           you ignore
                           you break

                   can it make you real

                     WHAT IS LOVE
           *IT IS SOMETHING YOU GIVE

Where are you God?
Why aren't you answering my prayers?
Where are you God?
I do what I'm supposed to do everyday
Where are you God?
If there's hope, give me a sign
Where are you God?
Please help me out
I'm running out of time
I'm calling out to you
And still no reply
Where are you God?
My faith is ready to die.

All arguments begin
With a misunderstanding
People not taking the time
To understand each other
The lack of empathy can
Start the simplest conflicts
Like a fight with a sibling
But it can also start
World wide situations
Such as a war
If people took the time
To understand others
And see their point of view
There would be less arguments
Less misunderstandings
Less conflicts
Less disagreements
Less wars…

The world split in half
And on each end were lovers
The sun and the moon
Again and again
They chased each other
For days
Weeks
Months
Years
Decades
And only on certain occasions would it seem they passed closely

A day where the moon passed in front of the sun
We saw the earth go dark
Only for moments
And the silence we shed in awe
Aligning of the sun around the moon
And just like that
It went away again
The sadness they cried
Knowing they had to await another shortcoming while chasing the shadows of each other
But they still belonged together
Like yin and yang

We watched the sun dip below
When the moon began to shine
Looking meek it said goodbye
Time too short, time they seek
Again they wait
Years
Months
Weeks

She blew smoke from her lips,
Took a sip of her wine.
Said flatly, "put the money on the table", as he walked toward her.
And all though the cigarettes and the ***** and the *** and the money were all evident tonight,
Not a thing could make her happy.
Not a thing could make her satisfied.
For she was lost, drowning in all the material things,
Waiting for a light to come and save her.