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Aaron 4h
This is just another perspective
given form by conscious centrality, or
Perhaps I’m too introspective.

From young we learn to seek directive, and
to live with a certain frugality,
But this is just another perspective.

An unmoved pen is too corrective;
The hand hesitates for fear of banality;
Or perhaps I’m too introspective.

Life, as poetry, is connective;
Embrace the paradox of each duality; but
This is just another perspective.

I dream to love the imperfective,
Because we’re all an abnormality;
Perhaps I’m too introspective.

What if we stop trying to be corrective,
And instead embrace individuality?
This is just another perspective,
Or perhaps I’m too introspective.
Zywa 1d
The world is divided
but I learned to tie
the pieces together
      
to patterns, and still
I saw more and more differences
so I tried to be connected
      
in religion and the One
soul of mankind
in which you have to believe
      
because it cannot be seen
in the divided world
in which I live, surviving, and
      
the other is a stranger
however much I know about him
even if he is my dearest
      
there is enough to guess
I call it secrets
that comes close
      
to the mystery
Collection “Secrets & Believers”
perhaps, this smooth jazz
that’s playing sweetly in my ears
is from within

perhaps, I think,
I hear the melody
once again

I think
I hear it . . .
————————————
. . . as a rule
and as a flaw,
he used his soul
to guide the way

protected soles
in case of
beckoning calls
to search
throughout the day

and through the night
he fought off enemies
from standing
in the . . .

wait.

and through the night
he didn’t fight
he taught his enemies
to play

and through the mourn
and through the hate
they learned to love
and understand

they gained some empathy . . .
and more than that
they helped him
with his plan . . .

continued on
creating bonds
to break the norm
of common man

he heard the music
more and more . . .
——————————
I hear the melody
once again . . .
Today I woke up
LIGHT and FREE.
I surrender,
to the Universe.
Use me Universe,
use me to light the way
use me to guide this world
back to the light
back to the love
back to peace.

We are all born
Full of light
and vibrating love.
But darkness sneaks in
and clouds our light
and we feel dull
and we can’t see the path
and we lose our way.

But I am a warrior of the Universe.
I am the light on the path
that the universe has created.
I send love and light
to all beings of the universe
to the collective energy
from the stars to the sea
so deep is the love
and the light
of Our Universe.
We are all one.
Is it too much? By Nikki R.

Is it to much to ask that people love one another?
I mean the same type of love that one has for their mother!

Is it to **** much to ask that people be honest?
I mean the type of honest like when you were a kid and said. “A promise is a promise is a promise!”

Is it too much for us to look beyond a person’s color, religion, ethnicity, or creed?
I mean with all this being said you bleed, I bleed, we bleed —the same color blood! Yes, Indeed!

Is it too much to ask that we stand as one, sing in unison, or march to the beat of the same drum?

Is it too much I ask?
I am pleading that we start to work together as one before this great country of ours dwindles and the day is done.

Stand up! Unite! Fight!  
Is it too much to ask that you simply do what’s right!!!
Poetic T Feb 5
We are the pollen of
    Of our fathers.

And the blossom
       Of our mother's


Our petals flourish
        For we are the


Flower of unity
      Given life.
FlipThePoet Feb 1
We will work together
through sweat and strain,
coffee in hand
as we drink late night
to numb the pain.
Times may bare tension
blicking with blame,
but we'll get down
to play the Game.

You have my back
and I yours, through the night.
Though the score low
we shall last the fight.
Like crazy glue
we will stick together
and fend off the storm,
as dark clouds break off,
We will stand.

Then we shall say
we fought together,
and never gave up
to die!
I wrote this poem for my final design project team, when we started our project last year, September 2018. Reading this today brought some nostalgia feeling so I decided to share. Yeah, so my group and I are doing great and we will be round our design project in April 2019, we still work with Love, unity, and support as we complete our project.  
...Big ups A+ Squad, we almost there!!!
Jasmin Joy Jan 29
It is not a disease,
It is a condition
of loosing immunity..
And results in many disease.
You called it AIDS.
And you isolated them.
You are the culprit.
Accept them and
Be with them...
They are like one of us...
AIDS is not a disease.. Its is just the deficiency of immunity in a human body.
Share our humanity..
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