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Jethro Oct 2017
Where does the sky meet earth?
Why do all babies cry on their first birthday?
When is water dry?

Observe a simple fly living life in blissful dismay.
Do packets know their purpose?
Three seagulls chill on the surface of mighty blue desert bay.

Them say it all have a reason,
second day, weekly seasonal drought flooded mind.

Coke raged badgers fling pineapples through lemon peel pie rings,
feasting the tasty thin youth.

Till we openly accept rugged truth to vibration.
T2m Aug 2014
Tornado of thoughts
Whirling with this troubled clouds.
How did we get here?
The answer? Who cares?
The trampled remember the past
The trampler, in the present bask.

Humanity, the trending fraud.
Ages ago, who would've thought
Man is reduced to fear
Death lurks everywhere
Though that is the least of them all
Other accompanying devils deal their far worst blows.

Is it still a man's (human's) world?
My boomeranging thought.
If it still is
Justify this.
How come there are more guns
Than there are humans?
More killings than births?
More wars than peace-advancement seminars?

If truth has only one perspection
By now, we should be standing on the same vantage point

The world ie now no more than a chess board
We are; the chess pawns;
Bishops and knights;
With queens and kings,
At the summit of this prism

Is this what humanity was designed to become?
I bet, we are just a compromised generation.
Riptide Sep 2016
The sun rose in her heart
Whilst her thoughts and words
Often reinforced with thorns
Like barbed roses.
The sun rose in her heart
And radiated through her smile,
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your smile mom.

But your laugh,
Your laugh
Mom,
It fills the air
And purifies it
Like a serum for dark energy.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your laugh mom.

But your touch,
Your touch
Mom,
It comprehends my body
Sending signals to my mind and heart
Assuring them all is well
Massaging the stress away.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your touch mom.

But your wisdom,
Your wisdom
Mom,
It trains and protects me
From evil and unnecessary unwarrented damage
Forges my spirit, moulds my perspection and quenches my ignorance;
Conditioning me to be unorthodox and different
Nurturing my growth.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your wisdom mom.

But your hug,
Your hug
Mom,
It keeps me warm
Even in your absence
It envelopes me like a blanket .
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your hug mom.

But your presence,
Your presence in my life
Mom,
It is nonpareil.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your presence in my life mom.

Oh but your love,
Your love for me
Mom,
It made all the difference
In my life
In the world
It has made paths
Where there wasn't land
It opened a door that was bolted shut
It is the light in my darkness.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your inexhaustible love mom.

The sun rises in your heart mom
I can't not help but wonder how special I am
To be a recipient of that
And bask in your awesome love.
I want you to know,
I love you infinitely
Mom.
Ann M Johnson Oct 2016
What I fear most are not the things that go bump in the night.
The things that frighten me are often times things that at first you can not see.
These things that first start with someone elses thoughts can too often be turned into negative actions. What may start as a passitionate thought, or cause can too quickly turn into a distructive action. This is why I fear insensitivity, crude jokes, apathy.
Other things I fear are people that talk without thinking about what they are saying first, or how others might interpet what they are saying.
I fear selfishness which may lead to uncaring actions.
I fear crude jokes that do not respect ones fellow man or women, because it could subtlely desensitize ones perspection of those around them. They may get defensive and say it is just a joke.
The constant violent images on the news and on television, may further desensitize others to think that volence is normal or okay, or worse still that it is a normal part of life. It don't have to be perseived as normal we can chose to limit our own exposesure to violence on television. We can let others know that we don't condone violence, whether it is on television, or in reality, or in our own community.
I fear all these things that at first hide inside the deepest parts of someones mind, long before it is publically seen. This realization of this hidden darknes,makes me cry, or scream, if I thought about it all before going to bed. I would cover my head and sleep with the lights on, and every noice would make me jumpy.
This is why I fear the things that I can not see the most.
muispoetry Jul 2020
In the daunting hours after the clock stroke midnight
Where I awaited dawns' arrival
I found myself pondering over many memories of my past
My story of survival.
Which took me only but 6 years to tell...

Many years has passed since I jotted down a single word
Of the many mixed but ******* wonderful feelings I felt
Some would say I was on a road of discovery...
I say it's growing up....
Facing the hand I've been dealt..

The truth I've come to learn, is one big eye opener.

1. You try to hide your feelings
With humor or any type of distraction worthy of not being frowned apon by socially accepted standards
BUT.. We forget our eyes speak for our soul
The ones truly depressed will eventually be seen by those who Chose to notice.

It's like a day with "bad" whether, some will view it negatively
Some will find purpose, as the wind blows through the willows singing its precious, but still lonely tune..

2.  The ever so dark and lovely, so called fairytale, happiness..
Does exist indeed.  It's what you perceive, that determines it.
Some will never be satisfied.

The dead dreams of living.
The scarred has a wrist canvas painted with a razor brush in vibrant Red.
The perfectionist just needs that final check.
Perspection, communication and understanding is the key to unification

3. Facing your present, brightens your future.

It's like how you would, despite your world turning into ashes
Rise from destruction, reconstructing your own story

Write your own journey. Rewrite it. Write it again. Make mistakes.

The light won't shine on false identities.

Rediscover.
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