You don’t know them
If you want to give
Do it only in God’s sight

Reliance
Confidence
Honesty
Look within
And above
Walk straight
Know truth

A stepping stone for your feet
The foundation
But not the beauty
How did they become this way

Water
Earth
And sky

******* every side
And within
But the water runs freely
They stand still
Letting you pass by
Rocks are the family
Water is the life
Our dreams pass through their life
They see what we have
And our unhappiness

The stone wears what you refuse
And becomes what you ignore
You want them on one side
Or the other
But they do not take sides

There is no side but life

They believe in miracles
But they do not wait
The unforgiving earth is the last rite
They showed us their wounds
A scar is surrounded by life
An island of strength
A reminder of survival
A life inside of death
Reality for them
A source of goodness for you

Do not weep for them
And then wash yourself away
Leaving rocks misshapen
Forgotten
At the bottom of the lake

I don't understand how people can live like this
The world is just a giant cage
Everybody is trying to control each other
Is it just because they aren't in control of their own lives?

The government controls it's people
Instead of making the world happier and safer
They demand conformity..
The entire human race does

Religion tells you how to act
Most of them don't even understand their own religion
Their beliefs have been cropped and edited
To be a tool instead of guide

Storied of reincarnation were abolished
With such beliefs, There would be no fear of death
And fear of death is the easiest way to control

People preach acceptance and kindness
But those same people abuse and outcast those who are different
You have to be something other then yourself if you want to be accepted
And if you do this, You will quickly loose yourself

Look at this world, Then try and tell me it's right.

I'm not that good with words,
Tends to **** my poetry,
I'm not that good with herds,
It always stopped me fitting in,
I'm not that good with birds,
Ruined attempts at ornithology,
I'd find it so absurd,
If anyone was ever impressed by me.

I've grown beyond a joke,
It's just not funny anymore,
I'm no "ordinary bloke"
I'm useless down to the very core,
I'm an egg without the yoke,
That's ended up face down on the floor,
Like I knew before we spoke,
I'm the sort of person you'd wanna ignore.

And I'm not that good with words,
I can only say the same ones over again,
I'm seen but seldom heard,
You might not even know were friends,
And though I wish it never occurred,
I'm glad to see you're on the mend,
I'm not so good with words,
So I'll leave no note on which to end.

There once was a girl who's body was strawberry red
On the television children had seen the colors other humans bled
And when someone else dies or is hurt, that is the color they shed
When the girl tried to speak, the others had fled
She lived out many years in dread
Until a doctor came to her, provided her some anti-rouge information, and she read
Then, for the procedure she plead
When she woke in the hospital bed
"It worked! This new miracle med!"
But when she left, folks on the street still stopped dead
She spoke to the doctor, to which he said
Silly girl, you'll only ever be normal in your own head

I was once a recluse
now I fit in
But I do not know
for how long
ill belong

Don't you ever praise me
for being who I'm not.

I am just a cynic.

I am just a rebel.

I am just an outcast.

And I will stay angry
at the world forever.

For the lonely,
for the loveless,
for the forgotten and overlooked,
for the discarded and trodden on,
for the neglected,
for the ignored and mocked,
for societies weeds,
for circumstantial weeds.
For you outcasts are weeds
the flowers nobody wants,
but
weeds are resilient.
They persevere where others can not.
Often mistaken for weak, but no,
weeds are strong
and tough enough to break through tonnes of concrete
and metal.
Clever enough to find growth in places
others perish in.
Adaptable to every habitat and
brave enough to exist on barren wasteland.
Weeds need only the tiniest of a chance to flourish
For the unwanted,
for the unclaimed.
You are beautiful.
You are equal to every other flower.
You are the Charlock, the Buttercup, the Clover,
the Pinapple-May-**** and so much more.
Next time you see a **** by the roadside,
or peeking out from a crack in a wall,
or between paving slabs in a busy city,
or overgrown in a garden,
or weaving through rubble and debris,
take heart
lonely ones.
You are not worthless
You are magnificent.