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Timmy Shanti Dec 2018
We happy few,
Who breathe and walk.
(The joy of sunlight, snow or rain!)
Who can – just casually –
Write and read AND talk.
And have a functioning, undamaged brain.
We eat, unaided, *** as planned.
We’re even free to start a band!

And yet we sulk, and whine and whimper…
(That’s what I call “to drop a clinker”!)
We’re never sated, always vexed –
Some people cannot even text!

We have the gadgets, have the shelter…
If you so want: ride helter-skelter!
We cross the oceans, study stars.
We’ll soon be up to go to Mars!

... We spoiled brats, we grouchy goons.
How many more last chance saloons
It’s gotta take to make us see
How blessed and fortunate are we?..

Life’s what you make it,
A point of view.

Yours blissfully,
We happy few.
31-Dec 2018
Count your blessings!
Have a glorious 2019!
xoxo
LeoH Dec 2018
Sitting still
While the moment passes
Nothing is lost
As time collapses
Into unity
Nothing is ever lost from a view point of unity
Desire Dec 2018
To the racial remarks: we're all one race - the human race. To the discriminant: don't live the lie that you're superior - we're all just human beings. To the stereotypes: silly sayings don't define someone, not even in the slightest. To supporters: seek light and see if what spurs you is worthy or even righteous. To those in denial: Wake up and seek wisdom - may your ignorance wear off. To the independent: families broken are dependents isolated - individuals internally lost. To the prosecutor: if you were victimized, how would you feel? To the victims: voice yourselves - your vulnerability can be used as a virtue. To the impacted parents and children: continue to climb this mountain, and maybe America will consider your cries. To the next generation: sorry my generation, in many ways, has already failed you... To the next generation: do better than us, and by doing so, you'll prevail too...
XIX. Reform
Pauper of Prose Dec 2018
I stepped pass my reason
As it writhed on the ground
And from it oozed
All the past voices
Howling with so many how’s
How to Love, how to Live
How to Dress, how to Deceive
How to tailor the parts of me for Society
But as it sounded I wondered
Why such reason
Ever was ever part of me
For I heard not a single note of mine
Being played from it
Zywa Dec 2018
Nothing important happened
today, we were Far Out

sitting on a beach terrace - space
sun on me, wind on me, free

experiencing the world and myself
comprehending a gull, its attention

to fried fish, in the blink of an eye
feeling the somersault of the surfer

in the distance in my blood
breathing people in and out

cartwheels through my body
and windmills on the horizon

the moving and changing
in variations of the same, no reason

for sickening emotions
Could I have learned this sooner

could my brain have been different
or wouldn't I have been human then?
Beach tent “Far Out” in Zandvoort
Vipassana
For Claudia Artz
Collection "Summer birds"
Samuel Canerday Dec 2018
The petals fly over the ocean
The flowers are bright on the land
What powers did once divide them
With great strength and also soft hands

I once wrote a song for the sailors
A ditty that spoke of the sea
They told me they sang it in storms
And it filled their hearts with great peace

I once wrote a song for the merchants
A tune that spun tales of far lands
They told me it gave them nightmares
But the journeys were never bland

I will write a song about both things
One that inspires every soul
So tell me what to write, and I will
A song that makes everything whole
Jashn Dec 2018
Walking together on the path of peace,
wars divided us,
without disrupting our inner strength,
they disabled our faith in humanity.

Now, uniting all to come and fight,
this fight against wars
with happiness and love,
to walk again, on the peace path!
Are we again of the path of peace?
Briar Ren Dec 2018
Your scent lingers
on my pale skin,
and when I inhale
I do not feel the
suffocating weight
of solitude.
Loser Nov 2018
With our hands and a light we built a castle to keep us safe,
and hide us from the thoughts of death that haunt us in our sleep

Brick by brick we pushed the demons out of the dark parts of our minds,
with each brick engraved with a poem - that helps us stay alive

With our hands and a light we built a door with a lock,
to let lost souls into our kingdom and to block out the thoughts

Refugees come to the sanctuary to sleep and to stay,
until the sun climbs from behind the trees and starts another day

With my hands and a light I held a paper and a pen,
I wrote a poem to the world to let them know they have a friend

And they can all build castles too,
and feel safe in their thoughts,
remember that you are not alone,
and that it's US against the dark
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