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I know this is how you felt,
I know everyone feels things differently.
But I know now, this is how you felt.

And my God,
Am I ever sorry.
It comes unexpected,
As is expected;
.....no one knows when.....

Sometimes, it takes too long,
Reparation eludes....fades,
Slips away.

Humanity becomes
...restless...wearied...
Humility,
Rectitude
Are two
Impossible dreams.

I ask God's
Forgiveness
When
I become
Wearied, and
Restless.


Sally


Copyright March 17, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
So silent and tranquil
the world we should be.
No killing of wars.
No failing to see.
Our own desolation
and pain we create.
Ones greed over money,
our willing to hate
No man lives in peace...
no changes are made!!
The world we will ruin,
and make her it's grave.

1976
I was 16 when I wrote this..  I've been a hippie my whole life...and I was angry at what I was seeing happening to this worlds natural resources.  Fast forward 40 years and it is so much worse.  We need to pay attention to what is happening to our planet.
When you thought lies
are better to be heard
than the truth,
when you close your eyes
but you could not still
find paradise.

When life are full of scars
and words do not
rhyme at all,
when you feel jaded,
when you feel cheated,
never let go.

True love finds
its way to hold on,
just hold still,
you are just broken
but not lost.

This love you watched
born in the fire of everything
that is destructive,
you knew the changes
but you welcomed the chaos.

When you tried to forget
all the memories,
but you failed,
when all the beauty
inside your world
turned into madness.

When you fear
for the moon
to disappear tonight,
when you feel jaded,
when you feel cheated,
never let go.

True love finds
its way to hold on,
just hold still,
you are just broken
but not lost.
 Mar 2016 Silvana Franco
Steff
Wouldn't it be amazing
If we could just
"Right click -> delete"
The feelings we have
That are bringing us down?
Oh, the heartache
That could be spared.
Come, dark of night,
Be a lover to me
Cover me with peace;
The quiet of no sight,
With no light to annoy
No little girl or boy
Playing outside my door.

For I need the rest;
The best you can bring.
Sing me your lullaby.
Let me persuade you
To invade my slumber
With lumber enough
To saw logs that build
A fortress against the day
Threatening to come my way.

Soothe me, sweet nighttime
For I’m in need of calm,
The balm offered by sleep
That can keep me abed
Dreams in my head, instead
Of doing and going and saying.

Playing is all for tomorrow
And I don’t sorrow that I am here
With unconsciousness drawing near;
Nothing to hear that awakes me
Sweet nightfall come take me.
Let nobody shake me or make me
Climb out of this bed
Where I rest my weary head.
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