Charity starts at home don't we say? Be kind to your kith and kin come what may. A family's not only your safe haven Tis pals your very own roots Water these shoots with love devoid of hate So they bear you sweeter fruits.
Maybe you'd say that's not so easy but perhaps that's coz you just too busy Or your clock just don't chime for quality family time? For if you can't make time for a letter or a hug Then let my poem give your conscience a gentle tug.
And if this may sound like a very preachy homily Deserves much more mention and affection the family If you can make time for so many other things some of them not even worthwhile Try discover the happiness family brings Just a tad modify that routine lifestyle.
My words in crystal clear clarity sing compassion is likewise a charity Charity need not be for strangers only Find out who needs help in kindred and family Ties of kinship severe not Value the relations you've got Your siblings, cousins from your family tree and all else that you call family.
What supports and buttresses your family tree are your very own roots And what keeps the tree living on are your beloved offshoots Love and regard is quintessential to reaping sweeter fruits
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The story behind a scar Brings tears before a smile Be it as it may, Wear the scars like a badge The smile with a pride Yesterday may not be pretty,today not perfect, tomorrow undecided but, Don't be afraid to voice your story Be proud you are growing Truth is no one's life is a masterpiece We all have our battlefield Paint your life to your taste but, DON'T IGNORE THE PAINS
And your soul will be replenished once you're showered with what you crave and yearn for the most Your roots spread and dig and grow You'll spurt into the tall blades into the night sky, even Your curled petals will open to this world What do you need? Your stretched petals will tell you And so will the sun, the great source in the sky Grow and grow through the garden The garden is your home to rest to replenish You need a home You need others akin to a home Flowers need love And love you shall receive, child.
You seem lost Whenever I encounter your presence No matter if you’re in the center of civility Or the most savage of circumstances Wandering in the midst of a world Obsessed with being found
You roam In between the most extreme of situations Trying to join this crowd Who claim to be found To belong Yet, I wonder why you would wish to be normal
Perhaps I haven’t been clear Watching you go through your journey Seeing these valleys you traverse Entranced in your delicate balance I wished you knew this: You have a place
It’s not much Simple structure, empty space With no sign of anyone previous But still one I would show to no other Perhaps my hesitation lies thus In the mystification of why you would accept this place
I do hope you know, however That it will remain A small oasis in the midst of the desert you travel Forever undisturbed
For if you never find such a place To take shelter From the storm that rages around you There will be one awaiting
She swings, she lays, back in a haze The paleness in her face, she soon begins to gaze Her words were cold, the world was sold The only thing she knew was growing old The lights were dim, she slightly grinned If nature takes, then nature took She knew it all, she leaped the fall The world was warmer, for her less colder
Why there is no god when innocents die and why there is just to show the implied forgiveness? Where is he when decisions must be made and why he exists to judge those who dare make them eventually instead of him? Love he may inspire but also fear, such fear that faith lost its meaning. Is there any god after all? Is it simply a notion of modern mythology? I wonder what people would think in thousands of years maybe less, i wonder if they would talk about us as we talk about the pagans of the old. Who am i to judge some may say. I am a free man released from narcissism and illusions. I am free to choose the feelings of the human heart. I am free to defy a tail that was written like all others and if i am to blame then free will would be such a contradiction.
What if happiness is not only joy. What if happiness is the struggle you've been through for a cause known only to a few, yet full of love and compassion. What if... What if happiness is a light seen only by few.