"I'm not committed"!!!
Easy in saying... Deep in impact it leaves!
As a "Tribe" we raise... As a "Tribe" we Heal and Grow!
I don't belong anymore to "Tribe"!
Where do I belong then!
Where my soul will be straying around!
Where will be my home!
That is the quest!
Peace be upon you all!
Hello, my love
I miss you quite terribly
I am not okay but I will be fine
If you just stay here with me
I wasn't looking for love when I met you
But that was exactly what I found
A love so strong it never died
Even though we’re thousands of miles apart
When I see you I feel happy
When I see you I feel safe
You raise me up
Even when I am at my worst
Months without you was hell
But here you are
With me again
I will not let you go
One day we'll meet
And then you'll be mine
Don't leave me waiting too long
I belong in your life and you in mine
Don't you see
Others will never be the same
It is only you
It will always be you
Please give me another chance
Give us another shot
I promise you it will be good
I promise you it will be worth it
I dream about you every day and night
So please come here in my arms
And let me kiss your lips
And feel your presence
I don’t want to be sad
But without you I am
So please don’t go
I just want to be yours
I will tell you something my dear
And remember this forever
I have always loved you
And I always will
This is my promise: I will raise my kids right.
I will never raise my voice to them.
I will never raise my hand to them.
I will lay not a single finger to them.
I will never threaten to kick them out.
I will never drag them from our home.
I will never threaten to harm them.
When they do wrong, I shall teach them accordingly.
Not with anger in my voice,
Nor with fury in my hands.
Shall they wrong me, I will calmly explain as to what they did wrong.
I will not purposely anger them.
Nor will I manipulate them.
If I find me to be in the wrong, I will admit it, and I will not twist my wronging to make them in the wrong.
I will raise them right.
Not with anger or threats.
If they be gay, bi, or straight, they will always have a bed.
Should they be trans or not, my arms will always be open.
No matter what wrongings they have committed, I will never speak with rage.
They are my children, and they deserve respect.
They are humans, and deserve to be treated as humans.
Not as a dog that has torn the couch,
Or soiled the bed.
No matter what, I will be kind and gentle.
Never will I drive them away, nor shun them.
This is my promise: I will raise my kids right. With love and kindness.
there five types of anarchists
Type 1: Their some anarchist talk about anarchy.
Type 2: Their is those who read about anarchy.
Type 3: Their those who write about anarchy.
Type 4: Their those start movements about anarchy
Type 5: Their those who raise hell for anarchy.