The so-called "Intuition"... that let people ask you a funny question "Did you studied "Psychology"?
If I told you how I feel you...would I be a ******?  
If I See you... Would I be labeled rude?
If I feel your heart...Would I be called crazy?
What am i following?
I followed my heart!
I followed the pain in your eyes!
I followed the question you keep it inside your heart!
I followed the passion that burn your spirit!
I Just followed my soul to serve others!
I just followed...the so-called... Humanity in me!
I Just Cared about you!

While I crossed the road
In the middle of a crowded village
I saw an aborgine tear
Falling from her crimson eyes
She carried a *** of water
Above her grey head
She looked at me
While leaving a shop nearby
The dweller stared at her
Walking away from him
He looked so pathetic
He had feelings for her
How does she feed her family?
How could she beat her poverty?
How blessed we are but unkindly
I'm too, helpless
Please forgive me

I pray for the world that we would be instruments of love and peace. That we would cultivate forgiveness and equality and strive to understand each other better so that we would be made more tolerant and less angry and afraid.

I pray for the nations of the world and their leaders that they have respect for you and for the many they lead. May they lead with wisdom, understanding, compassion and justice. I pray also that they lead with integrity and honesty.

I pray for our cities, towns, and communities that we would be good stewards of the gifts we have each been given to reach out and help those around us. Help us be generous and honest. Help us be leaders and role models for our children, grandchildren and all the youth who will one day do the same.

I pray for our families and friends, and for those who are hurting. I pray that you would be with them and heal them or give them the strength and courage necessary. Keep our families and friends close to you and may you be at the center of their relationships so that peace, love, and joy would prosper and their lives would flourish.

I pray for those who serve us and by whose service keep us safe and well. I pray for their safety Lord. Send your angels to guard and protect them and help us support and thank them however we can. Let their hands and feet and all they do be extensions of you. Bless them Lord, bless the little ones, the least ones and the last ones.

I pray for us Lord. Help us remain faithful and fixed on you. Don't give up on us: for we are broken, but we are also so strong. Be with us Lord and help us to live by your example and let us be a light for all to see.

Bless us all Lord that we may care for each other and in doing so, care also for you.


Amen

Sit right down let me tell you what we serve
You might think it quite absurd
But we only have just one dish
And it might even be what you wish

But apathy is our only course
I hope that is your choice
It's very easy to prepare
And everybody can have their share
If you don't like it we don't care

Empathy use to be our greatest cuisine
It really was quite supreme
But serving it was such a pain
And to admit it we are all just to vain
It took to much time
And it didn't pay a dime
We had to layer in the flavors
Of truly caring, love, patience, and of course life savers

Who has time for all of that, not us
We don't need all the fuss
For we only care about our own
To care about strangers we're not prone
Your tears we care nothing about
So just sit over there and pout

For we only serve one thing here.......apathy
We are to self-absorbed for.......empathy

i.

What occupies thy soul and being? Worldly knowledge, book's, gold, material thing's; Diamond's, jewelry, ring's, automobile's, weapon's that ****, Poison's that we put into ourn spiritual bodies.

ii.

Where is thy heart? Into plastic, stuck in a casket, pulling apart?
Art thou striving to a life of just surviving, or actually living life;
What cometh first? God, family, friend's, or earthly trend's?

iii.

Whom doth thou serve? The thought's of the devil? The grave and the shovel? Art thou on another level? Or dying to get rich; Living as a slave? Choked in a cave? Giving all, as all the lord gaveth thee.

iv.

What doth thou fearest? Mankind? With bomb's that shineth, and gun's to smoketh? Or thy creator whom hold's the key to life and death, art thou like all the rest laying thy treasure on men's step's? Or in Jehovah's kingdom? The great architect's ringing the doorbell at thy being; ding ****...... Ding ****... Ring. Ring!!!!

Wilt thou let him in?
Or serve the world and men?




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

If I could just sing, maybe I am someone a lot way better
If I could just sing, maybe I could feel I am halfway further
If I could just sing, maybe You can hear me and heed my cry
If I could just sing, maybe there is no reason to let my dreams die

If I could just sing, my life would be something a place like home
If I could just sing, I can believe that in anything I am capable
If I could just sing, maybe there is a great chance of becoming whole
If I could just sing, maybe I can be prouder and I can do more

If I could just sing, maybe I can have a lot of friends
If I could just sing, maybe they can remember me and no one will forget
If I could just sing, maybe they will be giving me a chance to try
If I could just sing, maybe I don't have to hide and to tell a lie

If I could just sing, maybe everyone will be grateful that they have me
If I could just sing, maybe I can be someone who I wanted to be
If I could just sing, maybe I can touch one’s simple life
If I could just sing, maybe I can feel I am important, I can feel that I'm alive

Maybe there’ll be no reason for me to cover
Maybe there'll be no reason for me to feel under
Maybe I can feel that I do certainly belong
Maybe I can make myself firm and make myself strong

If I could , I will wish this what God has given me
I will trade all my poems for the chance that this could be part of me
I won't hesitate to lose all my words and I won't save any of it
'Cause words will always be useless unless you put a music in it

I tried my best to memorize every tone in every note
I tried everything just to sound good but I can't in every song
And I realized sometimes you have to stop to save yourself from bleeding
For you to live now in reality and to stop yourself from pretending

I envy those who can sing and those voices that truly fly
I envy those who can flawlessly hit that high
Sorry but I'm giving up now and letting now this live into dream
Maybe I can be one of them, if I could just sing.