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Leila Valencia Jun 2016
In nights hymns of reflection of betterment we stick stemmed to the roots
Tasting drops hung from its very branches
Suckling safely tucked truths before our gallows torment tempting the untruth.
Where must we speak?
I believe these untruths hold us wearily before we feel like thousands of acres of horses stampede on our soul.
Must they have a name?
Hidden beneath such a budging burden is an empty chest of looming crates casting us out
Can we fill our emptiness with what we desire is a whole in our truest destinies?
Summer Series #4
bjynxthelyric May 2016
What do we know about this world
besides what the powerful want us to know?

How can we fulfill our lives based on "facts" and knowledge that we will probably never have the chance to disprove for ourselves?

A wise man knows nothing, "for this world is but an illusion"

A sensory experience to groom the soul for manifestation

A game of imploding extremes that not so coincidentally level out to create the rare occurrence of life that is aware of itself

What do we know about this world
besides that we are here for the moment?
Julie Grenness May 2016
Fat jokes are not funny,
Donald Trump jokes are even less funny,
Wanna be's for power and money,
All those macho day dreams,
Is politics ever what it seems?
What is wisdom? Socrates asked,
A question that sets a task,
Well, fat jokes are not funny,
Donald Trump jokes, so not funny,
Wise sayings, not for money....
Feedback welcome.
If I could go into my mind
Walk around
It would look like
A cute little bookshop
Old and rustic
Books overflowing on shelves
All containing the knowledge my mind holds
A few cobwebs
In high up places
Overstuffed chairs
Made for comfort
When I need it
I imagine an older lady
In charge of the store
Wise for my age
The thoughts of
An 80 year old
In a 14 year old's body
When I was younger
It was probably like the children's section
Pictures filled my mind
Giving me the imagination
To keep my innocence
For as long as I did
My mom would say
That a 36 year old
Ran the shop then
And I, the 7 year old
Was a common costumer

I wish I could
Just live in my mind
And not have to interact
With the outside world

Sometimes I like to think
The boys that I get infatuated with
Will visit my little bookstore
And search the shelves
While I hide in an overstuffed chair
And admire them from the distance

I could go on forever
With this metaphor
Of my mind
So I won’t

While those who read this
Get a quick glimpse
Into my bookshop
And if they look hard enough
They can see the dark haired girl
With a smattering of freckles
Sunk into a chair
With a book in hand
And a pen in the other
As she expands her knowledge
She finishes a book
And adds it to the shelf
Another day
Another adventure
"Plans, plans, plans. They always have their plans. But the problem with their plan... is that when you take an insane person to the asylum, you're just taking him home - the very place he knows best."
~joker..again XD
Alan S Bailey Apr 2016
Can someone just help me to do my own thing?
Can someone help me to forget the past?
Can someone help me to be quick as lightning?

Can someone help me to even bother?
Can someone help me become wise?
Can someone help me to try harder?

Can someone help me to get a clue?
Can someone help me be confident?
Of course, once I do it all just for you...
Alan S Bailey Apr 2016
As a wise man once said: "hinder not the learning of youth,"
So what do you do? You build walls, you are anti-social,
You don't want to talk about "it." you are angry and hurtful,
You have to punish them for misbehavior, then do what you
Please, you hand them everything they need, then take away
The keys.

A wise man once said: "better to lay you down for your friend,"
So what do you do? Every man for himself! Run off and find
A small lil' mine and dig and dig until you find gold as well,
Pick up a small piece of the pie while starving people in the
Third world die, we "can't help them all" so why not just accept
Bread lines?

A wise man once said: "It's not ours to **** others, you shall not ****."
So what do you do? You make tanks and nuclear submarines,
You create machines of death and destruction for our "protection"
With the very weapons that so easily can turn back upon us,
You always join in every war and say destruction is simply
"A must."

Wisdom has been turned into words alone, we speak it, but we do      
Not act upon it, thus we become hypocrites and knaves upon thrones.
Beau Scorgie Apr 2016
How peculiar it is,
all that we keep alive with our thoughts.
I wonder,
whether it is as photosynthesis is to the plant
and a flower is yet to bloom,
or whether our faces will become blue
in the name of fallacy.

Think wisely.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I know a man who is as brave as a knight
He is battling more than a lot of us could fight
In my eyes he is a true Hero
But most of the time he thinks of himself a zero
But he couldn't be further from the truth
For his compassion is one of his strongest roots

For even though chronic pain and his demons he faces
You and your problems he embraces
He can make you feel like world would be less without you
All of your pain, the love in his heart can cut through

He is never more than a message away
And you can call on him night or day
He is one of the few that will do all he can
To pick you up, stay, and hold your hand
Until on your own again you can stand
He really is one hell of a man

Even on his weakest day
When he, himself is starting to fray
And he's so full of regret
He STILL is the strongest man I've ever meet

I really wish he could see himself through my eyes
For he is one that is truly wise
And I know he would argue he is not, to the end
But strong and wise best describes, my truest dear friend
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