The warbling calls
of the peace and the calm
seem pacified and subdued
far from the ears of man
The shattered cries
of the cacophony and the chaos
too loud and incessant
close to the thoughts of youth
With blood spilled,
splashed over years
of adversity and trial,
we stand tired and stained
waiting for everyone
-else-
to change
To see the world through
a peaceful gaze
is to see the world in beauty
A beauty that is not often attained.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
The warbling calls
of the peace and the calm
seem pacified and subdued
far from the ears of man
The shattered cries
of the cacophony and the chaos
too loud and incessant
close to the thoughts of youth
With blood spilled,
splashed over years
of adversity and trial,
we stand tired and stained
waiting for everyone
-else-
to change
To see the world through
a peaceful gaze
is to see the world in beauty
A beauty that is not often attained.