#peoples
Why have you sat down?
Went into defeat so quickly,
Are you afraid with the
Words like spark of peoples ,
Even now there is no fire.
Why have you sat down?
Peep into your heart and see
Does it allows you to lose,
If yes then break the chains of your dream.
And if no then stand and become a lock to peoples words with no key.
Why have you sat down?
Why did you quite living?
It is the job of peoples to say,
Today if not tomorrow the sand on the bank of river has to flow.
But you are a stone , you also rip the water as long as you live ,
Do something because tomorrow
Everyone has to sleep.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC
A senior monk and a junior monk were traveling together. At one point, they came to a river with a strong current. As the monks were preparing to cross the river, they saw a very young and beautiful woman also attempting to cross. The young woman asked if they could help her cross to the other side.
The two monks glanced at one another because they had taken vows not to touch a woman.
Then, without a word, the older monk picked up the woman, carried her across the river, placed her gently on the other side, and carried on his
journey.
The younger monk couldn’t believe what had just happened. After rejoining his companion, he was speechless, and an hour passed without a word between them.
Two more hours passed, then three, finally the younger monk could contain himself any longer, and blurted out “As monks, we are not permitted a woman, how could you then carry that woman on your shoulders?”
The older monk looked at him and replied, “Brother, I set her down on the other side of the river, why are you still carrying her?”
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
and
Searching for happiness in everything
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration!
As most every girl and boy
taught back in the day,
or more recently going to Zerns,
a golden age of story telling,
when rapt listening ears
willingly leant eager attention
to a riveting speaker
such as this jolly shop
o' horror keeper learned,
modest, and non
establishmentarian obliging self,
( who even now doth still yearns)
to spin a tattling tale), this ole codger,
who today more frequently, keenly,
and patiently plods along
memory lane then yesterday
(along one, whose pathway,
could be trekked blindfolded
so often by foot thee trail traversed,
(yet without ever feeling
a sense of duff fete) over hills
and thru woods thick
with wary, scary,
and Rem: markably hairy
muppet like monsters,
the author, who wrote
10,000 Leagues Under The Sea,
(and other suspense filled stories namely
the prolific writer Jules Gabriel Verne's),
vivid imagination,
would undoubtedly have experienced
a field day in seventh heaven
taking wooded rough hewn
rudimentary walkabout by turns
clear cut versus creepy simply to reach
a one classroom per grade school,
where masters did teach
being apprenticed asper Art Of The Deal
(latent within power
to sound convincing, though "FAKE,)"
but convincing legendary
personal myths repeated to bolster appeal
such as larger then life "Founding Fathers"
unquestionable brazen, brave, and brass
daring deeds across the Lake
(Atlantic Ocean, whose worsted weave
sub woofer - did make
the 6:00 o'clock news the evening
of July 4th 1776, and thus didst spake
(perhaps with the help of Zarathustra)
yet,...the under belly
of such bravura involved take
king (by subtle or obvious force) lands
revered by Native Americans
leaving a trail of tears, destruction, and death
(more accurately genocide), thus my
(expected patriotism) moored
within wicked wake,
hence aye avail muted tone deaf
emotion on par with a charade
particularly, where deportees
of late awful treatment
force me to a give a low
(Failing) grade,
where home of the brave
land of the free do masquerade
(or visa versa) makes a mockery,
travesty, sham parade
AND this chap feels as if,
he too partook of
murerderous indigenous raid!
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Tried to living like a blind man.
Because it was painful,
To seeing thing,
without feeling,
of anything.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
Falling or flying?
Peoples falling in love.
Peoples flying in the name of love.
Landing after falling will get peoples broken in to pieces.
Landing after flying will get peoples goodbyes.
What the difference?
If hurt is all those two could give.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
A nation so starved for love
so willing to strangle it out of any space they can grasp
but too selfish to give any of their own
Afraid there will be none left
A people so oblivious to those around too caught up in our own lives to realize
some of us don't come from loving homes of warmth
but prisons with blood wardens with cold eyes
No some of us would rather die and some of us have searching for that one moment to change it all
That one second that proves were not transparent but just alive as everyone
For a hand to reach or heart that holds
Just a moment in the story of our life
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC