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I could paint with pens,
Or draw with blades,
A thousand ****** pictures,
Of a thousand ****** days.

I could sing with footsteps,
Or scream with pain,
For the end of hopeless torture,
For the end of hopeless days.
Don't act as though my opinion
Matters to you
At all.

Grant me the words
"I don't care."

So that I don't waste my precious thoughts
On your unworthy ears.
I like the things as they are
But reality keeps on knocking
We can be..
But I don't want to be your *almost
Take time
to wrap your arm
around a child
warm against your chest
teach him to train his eyes
on falling leaves

Take time
to point your finger
toward squirrels dancing
across branches to their
nest-home perched
atop the tulip poplar
towering over the back yard

Take time
to trace a
two year old hand
outline each finger
leave living imprints
beyond mere paper
into the next
generation
* please suggest a better title, thanks for the suggestions.  I am going with Take Time, suggested by Harry Randle-Marsh
 Nov 2015 FiesaLy
Dave Williams
it's not just putting up with it
it's so much more than getting into it
agree, or disagree?

but to take a view on anything
you need to put your mind to it
accept, or reject?

go out of your way to make up your mind
i'm not getting paid for that
worth it, or turf it?

we may never mean to cause offence
but we always have to choose a side
hypocrite, or critic?

for me i find it hard to be
two different people simultaneously
missed, or dissed?

in a universe of opportunity
different people need to co-exist
chosen, or frozen?

the fact that you're on time and i'm not
doesn't mean our time's the same
zealous, or jealous?

just because we have our different ways
it's not an excuse to insinuate
grateful, or hateful?

because stereotyping different people
ends up an indictment on oneself
choose it, or lose it?

and when we call each other names
that we may or may not understand
childish, or selfish?


and here's the thing:

it might be worth being benevolent
and help each other through whatever strife
no matter how big or how small

but i guess to be truly tolerant
you should probably live the kind of life
that doesn't need to be tolerated at all
down here in sunny south africa, racism is very much alive and well; it serves no purpose, and it upsets me. badly.
 Nov 2015 FiesaLy
Xyns
The colors are darker-
Blending together to be grey,

The magic is bitter-
It's sweet flavor ran away,

The cold has gotten meaner-
The heat has given in to decay,

The rot is much quicker-
Seeping deeper day by day,

The struggles are harder..

*Due to the fact that you've gone away...
 Nov 2015 FiesaLy
Mari
Hugs
are silent cures

For mending hearts
and broken minds

When you can’t
find the words

Sometimes,
hugs speak
louder than
words.
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