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Do you see ?
What tears  are hidden
In the eyes
Of each drop
Of dew
Ramin or Rameen, transliterated from Rāmin (Persian: رامین), is a Persian masculine given name of Zoroastrian origin . It is also an occasional surname .. It may refer to Given name ...

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The host
Of intellect
Tries to win
Of victory
For you


Izabel,,,Be a Good Catholic

Dear Izabel
خوش حال ام
که نوشتی
در کلیسای ما
خرقه ها عنابی ست
ترس و تکفیر میان ما نیست
کاتولیک ها خوب اند
حرف از هر اعدام ... سنگسار و شلاق
مطلقن ممنوع است
و تعجب کردی
من نوشتم
- اینجا
در میان اتوبوس دیوارست
پدرم در یک سو
مادرم در آنسوست ....
I don’t see black and white.
I don’t understand why people fight,
For a freedom they have already received.
Is it just how they have perceived,
The world around them.
My attitude sometimes astounds them.
‘Black Lives Matter’ yes, they do,
But that already’s been taken care of, for me and you.

I don’t see black and white.
While people put on mental shackles like it’s their birthright.
“I can do this because he’s racist.”
When you really don’t understand just where your place is.
Inside yourself you want to reach for the stars.
But your state of mind keeps you where you are.
I know racism is still apart of our problems,
But stop being negative and figure out how to solve them.
By Chara Ward©
That new leaf
You claimed to turn
Looked just as unsightly
As the old one
Although
I only caught a glance
While you blew by
Yet again.
 Aug 2016 strawberry fields
Yggy
You give me hope,
though you lived so far away,
in both time and space,
and no one remembered your name.
Quite the inspiration,
how you changed such rigid ways.
Quite the shame,
how you were forgotten in a day.


You shed the skin of a God-King,
all semblance of some divinity
that's somehow out of the common reach,
though we are all of the same being.
It's like you called "*******" immediately,
and began to deface
all the dogma and absurdity
of the human race.
You lived in equilibrium
with the science of life,
in a society full of peril,
fear, deception, and strife.
You could've turned backs
and fixed them with a knife.

But you didn't, you were in pace
with the universal grace.
You saw the waste that comes
from fanatical embrace.

But they killed you.
They didn't like your game.
All laced with change,
drastic change,
that would uproot their place
of power. So deranged.

They wanted you forgotten,
and so you were, for so long.
But now your words are resonating,
your anecdotes and songs.
You were the epitome of strong,
never faltered in rights and wrongs.
So now I hope your message carries on
to those aware enough to sing along.
Among the first individuals, this is dedicated to.
the water at five was up to my neck
the rain was bucketing down
the river was rising quite clearly
and about to submerge
the town.

A cow floated past
a weird look in her eyes
as if it was my fault,
the biggest surprise was
yet to come

the water rose higher and sunk the Sun.

I swam and I swam as only a drowning man can
but
there is no Kansas for me
I make no bones about it
that
living down here with
Davy Jones in the locker
without a key
is possibly
as **** as it can be
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