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Hunger Feb 2019
I fall for pain every day,
Letting it control me and light my way,
As i cut deep in my flesh with a razor edged knife,
Forgetting my family and future wife,
Cause i have realized the meaning of life is to die,
This thought will always come to my memory when i ask why,
If i am living to return to the ground,
My own screams will be the only sound,
That i want to hear as my head spins round and round.
Dedicated to Liberty Rushmore
A Fellow Poet I Hold As A Friend
Steve Page Feb 2019
The truth is better spoken,
that's how it becomes the truth.
It's when you form the words and speak
that truth will be true to you.

Your love is better given,
that's how it shows its worth.
It's when you find someone to love
that true love will emerge.

Your life is better lived out loud,
that's how it is fulfilled.
Its when you truly live your life
that your life is truly real.
No restraint - just grab your life and live it.
Zyra Rastrullo Feb 2019
Take me out of this unfathomable waters
Where I can be able to explore the worlds wonders
I feel caged into this shallow place
Help me escape with no intense
I want to be able to smile while feeling the cold breeze
I want to be able to run freely and at ease
Please let me out of this misery
I just want to be myself and be free
United We Stand
Divided... We Have Fallen
Balance is the Key To a Better Way....
So why isn't the Balancing beam being set up....for a success and a brighter day?
A Volcano of lies
Lava Scolds the Truthful and the Innocent
Sitting on our hands
We merely die like lost sea creatures boiling on the sands..
Of life's Symbiont energies peacefully brimming with  healing purpose and fluid intelligence to heal our Misguided people from destruction..
The Oceans push their waters .. harder then harder
As the Gods of Fortune, Health, and Care..
Buddha's tears fill a great portion of the ocean.. devotion...
We must stop and bath in these waters..gifts of nature,,,
End the senseless ignorance and violence,,,
Becoming who we know we can be..
Gentle creatures over-flowing with gleaming gifts of solution and equal distribution of rights and softer tolerance.
Until the Volcano is put to sleep with truth's song...
Until the destruction of a great world comes...
At the rate and on the road on which we have traveled, wrongly, down...
The time until the Vengeance of our Angry and Devine Creator, upon us, his wrath shall be seen quickly and deeply strong.
We, as a free and gifted world, should united and see the gifts of our creator signaled to end the suffering of ignorance. Self made unneeded trials.  Not just in government and this "migration violence" "drug dilemma" the world is a beautiful place..if we unite and work, listen, and care as one. Together.
Marg Balvaloza Dec 2018
makulay na damdamin para sa'yo ay di pa rin kumukupas,
ako’y bihag ng pag-ibig mo, gustong-gusto ko ng tumakas
ang pusong nahimbing na sa pagtulog ay wag mo ng gisingin,
sa aking magandang panaginip, ayaw ko ng bangungutin

© LMLB
I'm all ready to give you up, forget you and ignore you. In fact, I'm half way there not caring about you. But you were always there to confuse me and bring me back to my senses. Why you're so good at destroying every part of me and attacking my whole vulnerability, waking my old feelings up, right when I'm almost there, moving on? Oh, please. Don't be the nightmare on my peaceful daydream.
you listen to what passes for the TV news
you read some
but not all
of social media views
you notice that
despite all internationalism
it‘s mostly old sensationalism
combined with more or less suggestive speculations about
how many people may have died in forest fires
to what imaginable depths the president aspires
whether the North Koreans have more rockets
     despite the wonderful achievements
     of the national superdealer
who of the leader‘s staff might be the next
      to lose her job or his credentials
etc. etc.

in short
the world has mostly shrunk
to domestic politics and power games
plus a few places on the globe where
U.S. soldiers still are dying
     in order to protect their country‘s interests
     in oil, assorted mineral resources
     or allies of political expedience
or a few thousand refugees from countries plagued
      by persecution or dictators are
      marching for weeks to claim asylum
           in the home of the brave and the free
           under the statue of liberty
     only to discover that they are seen
     as an invasion threatening
            that blesséd city upon a hill

visions have grown smaller
more petty voices dominate the talk

a nation made of immigrants
faced with the poor who flee from their oppressors
decides to close its borders to the immigrants‘ next wave
oblivious of the times when they themselves
still searching for a better life
found a new place where they felt safe
led by the statue‘s torch that shone its light
upon a poet‘s words of welcome:

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
The last stanza is a quote from the poem „The New Colossus“ by Emma Lazarus, written in 1883. - For more information, check https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Colossus
My people want freedom
My people want peace
Our leaders are corrupt they do not lead
All man are born free
For us its a myth
We are all leashed
Unshackle us
Set us free
All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essential, and unalienable rights; among which may be reckoned the right of enjoying and defending their lives and liberties; that of acquiring, possessing, and protecting property; in fine, that of seeking and obtaining their safety and happiness (UNIVERSAL HUMAN RIGHTS OF MEN  DECLARATION)
I can not fight back
I won’t listen when they tell me that
I can do this,  i can rebel, i can reach freedom.
Liberty
Is something i don’t believe in but instead i trust
Obedience
Reading
Is useless, what enlightens the mind is
Instruction
“Long live big brother”
I say, and  I refuse to believe
We don’t need  a leader that controls our perception of information
Conform.
Do not try to  
Rebel.
The population needs to
Trust that
The leader knows what’s right
Its naive to assume
I can fight back
read top to bottom, then bottom to top, opposite messages will be revealed
Lynnia Oct 2018
It was our fathers’ independence
Not quite passed down to their descendants
These “We The People” days were through
Long before our world came to
And now we breathe and bleed our rights
Always ready for a fight
People screaming through the streets
Bullets from a single tweet
The American Dream so lovingly kept
Drowned in Liberty’s tears as she softly wept
Left and Right at constant war
Raging, always craving more
We tear at all the different ones;
Turn our faces from the Son
If this is what it means to be free,
say goodbye to Liberty.
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