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Some people will never know How good it feels to have a righteous soul Some people will never understand What it means to be the bigger man Some people can't contemplate How wonderful it is not to hate But you and i are one and the same And righteousness is the name of our game
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Known Righteousness
I am a fighter, unbreakable under their taunts. I am an optimist, seeing that life is not a series of misfortunes. I am pacifist, looking for love rather than conflict. Life is what you make of it, don't make it bad, in perception or action, we can all change it, together.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
Change your view
Always a gentlemen Never a **** Don't lie, Dont cheat And don't ever hurt Fight the temptation Refuse that desire Don't be the spark that causes the fire Speak with ones actions Fight with one's words So your characters known As a man to be heard
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
The Moral Code Of A Pacifist
Don't scorn them when they call for blood For they don't know any better Let them live their pitiful lives With a dark and hateful center Cherish them as you would a child For they cannot be helped Give them pity and give them peace And be your righteous self
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
Righteous Self
"You want to hit me, fight me, kick me or bite me. You think you're tough, you aren't. Come, try to fight me, you won't succeed!" "Oh yeah, why?" He hissed. "Because, my friend, I'm a pacifist".
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Pacifist
“If you grow old, it is your own fault,” I say to Terry as we climb the mountain behind his cabin. Terry is wearing a device that transmits his heartbeat by cell phone to doctors at Stanford. Terry has a flutter, nothing serious, probably. Terry has a great heart, actually, something serious, warm and wise. We ascend this hill on Tuesdays every week discussing poetry and plumbing, our twin passions: the gathering of mountain water funneled into pipes, delivered to homes, the ordering of words funneled into pages delivered nowhere, sadly. We discuss friends fallen or falling, the arc of marriages, parenthood, oddball relationships, each a story and a puzzlement, webs woven of love and rage. That, and motorcycles, we talk, pacifist veterans who walk still seeking sense of an incomprehensible war that shaped our lives. Objectors, conscientious, we realized too late, not an easy path but better than following orders. We walked away from war. He, the Air Force; I, the draft. Branded dishonorable. So we hike, hearts pounding, the simple friendship of two old men seeking the hilltop again and again.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
If You Grow Old, It Is Your Own Fault
Another dawn alights this battered desert Time has stood still in this wasteland Blood soaked soldiers painted by decay The gods have averted their gaze from this corner of mankind (mayhem) Bombs waking the dead Sleep deprivation & churning bellies Cast down the stars one by one Because I wont waste another bullet... Another bullet for the wounded Another fallout, another stalemate The finger on the atom bomb trigger is getting itchy Glitch in the system, systematic devastation These zombie eyes are so hollow Bombs waking the dead Sleep deprivation & churning bellies Cast down the stars one by one Because I wont waste another bullet... Another bullet for the wounded Pale and bloated corpses line the wartorn streets Machine gun fires as intrepid heroes rise Who is watching my six? Who's got my back now? God? Man? Bleeding out and shedding crimson tears Dear God why have you cast me into the flames? Mother, Father why have your hearts abandoned me? And all I crave now is the sweet release of death's raven claws in my veins Hazy vision, it all seemed so simple in the beginning Dazed and breathing shallow, inside and out God please save me one more bullet for my visage Dear God why have you cast me into this purgatory? Mother, Father why have your angels abandoned me? I will not save another bullet for the wounded... I will not shed not one more solitary tear I will swallow my reverie, my death rant is my eulogy Sound the funereal bells, this war is over I summon the dark I am a weak timber falling with no one to hear my passing Heartbeats throbbing in my temples As I grab this death vehicle & bring it to my face I wont waste another bullet for the wounded I think I will save it for myself Click--
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 12:22 AM UTC
Bullet For The Wounded
Another dawn alights this battered desert Time has stood still in this wasteland Blood soaked soldiers painted by decay The gods have averted their gaze from this corner of mankind (mayhem) Bombs waking the dead Sleep deprivation & churning bellies Cast down the stars one by one Because I wont waste another bullet... Another bullet for the wounded Another fallout, another stalemate The finger on the atom bomb trigger is getting itchy Glitch in the system, systematic devastation These zombie eyes are so hollow Bombs waking the dead Sleep deprivation & churning bellies Cast down the stars one by one Because I wont waste another bullet... Another bullet for the wounded Pale and bloated corpses line the wartorn streets Machine gun fires as intrepid heroes rise Who is watching my six? Who's got my back now? God? Man? Bleeding out and shedding crimson tears Dear God why have you cast me into the flames? Mother, Father why have your hearts abandoned me? And all I crave now is the sweet release of death's raven claws in my veins Hazy vision, it all seemed so simple in the beginning Dazed and breathing shallow, inside and out God please save me one more bullet for my visage Dear God why have you cast me into this purgatory? Mother, Father why have your angels abandoned me? I will not save another bullet for the wounded... I will not shed not one more solitary tear I will swallow my reverie, my death rant is my eulogy Sound the funereal bells, this war is over I summon the dark I am a weak timber falling with no one to hear my passing Heartbeats throbbing in my temples As I grab this death vehicle & bring it to my face I wont waste another bullet for the wounded I think I will save it for myself Click--
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Nature is, what you are not. It’s fires swallow up forests; so new life can bloom again, while the ocean will take back beaches; when land grows too greedy. River waters rush and churn, so only the strong can grow with the power of evolution. You burn so soft, as not to wake the dark, but, your fire will wither out, for faint flames- stand no chance against the wind. You won’t move forward, yet you won’t move back, for fear of rocking the boat. I say, let the waters rise, burn through the weak, and I will rock this **** ship. I say, let's take a swim, and let the water flip and carry us away; for you won’t get far on the shore. I sit and let the storms rage on, for I’m a tornado of my own. I just hope you’ll learn that peace, doesn’t always get the job done. Take a risk, rock this **** canoe and you’ll finally find how to breath. Sincerely yours, Raging Fire
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
Dear Pacifist,
I cast a wish into the world, A message from a good old girl, As I wish for good intentions, From a pacifist, I mention, Make the best of every situation, Step back from their manipulation, Nasty makes negativity, Let's hear it for positivity, I am okay here today, Are you okay this way? Yes, we're both good as gold, It's a ****** to be growing old, So let's pray for tranquil ways, Peace means calm, hooray!
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
SPELL POEM
Welcome to the Pacifist war No harsh words, no knives, no guns Welcome to the Pacifist war No one lost, but, no one won No blood's been shed No bruises, or broken bones Civilly and politically No morgues, and no tombstones No hand to hand combat Nobodies feelings hurt Not a single battle fought No effort, too exert Not really all that bad A hipster, revolution Not built in reality And providing no, solutions
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
The Pacifist War