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The hardest part about life,
is understanding
the essence
of it's simplicity.

Chase what is good,
Overcome your demons.
One by one...
and their voices     will         fade
as if they never existed

So the only thing remaining is
You
and the Truth.

Stand bare,
Stand transparent.
There is courage in humility.

The power in love
is showing less of you
so you can reveal all of them.

Die to self
and simply
Be.
so far to the left
so far to the right
no common ground
found in each
others insight

the political divide
becoming an even wider
chasm
violence erupting
society gripped
by a spasm

the center position
always ignored
neither party attempting
routes unexplored

melding together
a better choice
the path ahead
of one universal voice

so far to the left
so far to the right
no common ground
found in each
others insight
A couple of weeks ago, I watched a television documentary about the divide between left and right factions of American politics. My poem is based on the theme of differences on the respective sides.
it starts out being
a
single
persona
then it adds more entities
to
its
corona

it multiplies
score
on
score
the one persona contrives
more
than
a*
few
more

at the writing forum
this anomaly takes place
a veritable production line
happens in its space

why does the single persona
keep
adding
on
there's sure to be a reason
for
its
ludicrous
carry
*on
 Feb 2018 Tommy Allen
Iska
Response
 Feb 2018 Tommy Allen
Iska
unspoken words spill through the air,
dripping and falling both vile and fair.
unspoken love unspoken hate,
I see it all no need to blate.
In anger your vision clouds in reds,
when cold clarity smears my vision instead.
In sadness you worry and weep in pain,
wondering if perhaps I'm just not the same.
But sorrows, I have no time to attend,
all I can do is assure your still my friend.
In happiness you claim, I'm the best friend you've had,
when in reality I'm wondering, if you've gone quite mad. :)
I see it all, both old and new..
from the silent worry to
the unspoken "I love you"s
to this I say no need to fret
for you I can not abandon yet.
and as to the love, you keep silent in fear,
you know that I cannot help you here...
I belong to another, yet i still hold you dear,
and know, that as a friend, I shall always be here.
for the eyes of one man alone to hold
for to him this poem is carved from gold.
I was enough till it wasn't !
In this one statement,  I see bravery, growth, strength, peace ,irony, sadness ,Redemption.
                       Apply how you will.
she was only ten years old
when he made the video tape
the film shows a horrid crime unfold
that little girl was *****

(the story that remains untold
a past she can never escape
available for an easy download
fuel for a pervert's sake)

they have their way with her over and over

******* eyes watch with bad intent
she is a victim again and again
every time that file is sent
she is ***** by other men
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