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I listen actively
Show compassion sympathy empathy
open minded
Non-judgemental
Intelligent
Sensitive
Vulnerable
Loving caring strong fighter
Voice of reason
To everyone but me
Won't give up
Even though have already given up
A thousand times
Stand by friends who deserve it
Stand with lovers with bared soul
Though roses may ***** bleeding finger
Won't stop stopping
To smell summer flowers
I scream so that I know i can still speak.
I weep so i know i still feel.
I break down so i can be rebuilt.
I run to make it someplace.
I hate so i must destroy.
I die so i must live.
I try so all i have must be destroyed.
I hope so i must have dreams.
I dream so I must never achieve.

The sands of time fall the same for all of us, we all must at some point drown in those sands.
Does the earth pray that we all melt away faster for we have defiled her.
Do the waves of the see do the shore a favor by destroying it faster, did at one time the land plea with the sea to take it away? Did the sea not have the strength to let its friend go?
Were the hands of man made to love and hold or destroy and throw away?
Is there really more after we die, do we really deserve that gift?
When will a poor mans hope make the world into a better place?
Today
I have everything
Tomorrow
Maybe
A little less

And
Then
Something

But
Always hope
To hold on to
One thing
Being
Content
I am struggling
To stay focused
To show restraint
To persevere
To accept grace
With holes in pockets
Can we buy?
Gain truth from
The lips that lie?
Without ever asking
Why?

Is guidance in
A folded map?
Wealth within
Bottle cap?
Does fine champagne
Come on tap?

Does knowledge come
From books fast closed?
Water from a frozen hose?

Motion from a
Locked up gear?
Faith from gurus
Full of fear?

Can oil flow
From stoppered jars?
Travel made in totaled cars?
Peace be won from
World War?

Calculating sums from nil
For naught we pay
Usurious bills
No winning wars where
ALL are killed

The wind listeth
              where it will...


We beard the lion
In his lair
Close the pane

To breathe the air.


SøułSurvivør
5/23/2017
It's 2:20am... was reading
And this poem started to
Percolate. Now I pour it out

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