Compassion

Burn & Blaze

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The clock ticks across the waves of time,

I count them, watch them, wishing I could 

change the course of time,

Crest, trough. Rise, sink. Tide in. Tide out.

 

I fell from the cliff into the waters below,

freezing, sinking; the roots I had gone.

All things blurred; salt steeping into wounds,

I'm a relic of an era long gone. 

 

And I can't turn back time. 

 

The storm rages on and I suffocate

in the depths, dark and deep, 

dislodged out of time, 

days gone. Dimmed. 

 

And I can't turn back time. 

 

A pyre, past lit, 

A catalyst to combust or

A path, of possibilities, of 

probabilities. 

 

Time consumes, the tide comes.

 

The fire within, held close and tight,

The only thing to keep warmth, 

Stare at the fiery beacon, 

and learn to yield the inferno. 

 

Don't let the flame consume you, 

Lest it burn you back to the depths,

Don't the fire go out,

Lest time claims you forever. 

 

Mimic the light in the distance,

so far gone and stolen away,

To a place that cannot see backwards,

But still a beacon for pathfinders,

 

And I'll use time instead. 

 

Burn, contort, shape, and meld

the future to your will, and 

blazing into the future is now 

all I can do. 

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THE AMBLANCE IS ON ITS WAY

We all heard the siren while on the road that day.

We all immediately slowed down…pulled off the road

there was an ambulance on the way.

 

And I thought to myself:

it isn’t likely 

the person hurt…

is any one we knew

but how wonderful 

everyone instinctively 

allowed the ambulance to go through.

 

We had no way of knowing if the person hurt

was black 

or white, 

if they were 

a muslim, 

a jew 

or gay.

We only knew someone was in trouble 

and there was an ambulance on the way.

 

And I wondered:

if we knew the person hurt 

was black

or white, 

if we knew they were gay

a muslim, 

or a jew 

would that have changed the way some of us reacted…

would we have still allowed the ambulance through? 

 

And it made me long for a world where we don’t care 

if a person 

is black 

or white, 

where we don’t care 

if they are a muslim, 

a jew 

or gay

A world where we treated everyone 

as if

 

the ambulance was on its way.


The Birth and Flight of a Phoenix

The storm has settled after a long summer.

The skies are clear, but the damage has been done.

I am charred, left abandoned in the ashes.

The humiliation during the wildfire led to my death.

The world I knew and loved disowned me.

 

But a baby bird had risen out of the ashes.

Despite its weak body, the newborn helped me onto my feet.

It led me away to start anew in a foreign world.

After all that had happened that led to this fire,

I know now that my old name is nothing but a memory

Left to be scorned by bloodthirsty eels.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

They can deceive the world all they like, but karma has its ways.

They will always be overshadowed by a much more unified flock.

But for now, I walk alone with no one but the baby bird perched on my shoulder.

I see a bit of my old life in it, but it possesses the need to change;

A quality that the world I left behind is too blind to see.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

By the time the bloodthirsty eels see me again, it will already be too late.

Their lack of intelligence is what I have to thank for getting me to where

I am needed most the whole time I have slaved away.

Too bad that they'll never know that I am not the poor unfortunate soul that I used to be.

 

The winter has arrived and the joys of Christmas Day have given the baby bird strength

To regain the fire that I have long-admired since I was no less than eight years of age.

The new year is around the corner and it is more than ready to spread its wings and fly

Like it did four years ago. It amazes me to see how kids grow up so fast.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

It is no longer our battle anyway for our destiny lies far away from this mom-and-pop.

"Demurric Charity"

by Jeph Johnson

 

She is a seraph by her empathetic feel
Making me believe she's real
The rest of my reality cannot be instated
While her language of angels is enunciated
It takes a miracle for one to appear
More cherubic inside the mirror
But somehow and some way this heavenly being
Has both the Creator and Devil agreeing

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Jessica, 2013 

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I Choose Love

If I am free to choose the person I can be
Then I choose love and kindness, love and compassion, love and generosity.

I choose love and happiness, love and acceptance, love and beauty in all I see
I choose love for every creature on the Earth...love for all my family.

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I Can See

I can see

 

It took me forty years and one month to see

Forty years and one month, having my soul wrestle inside of me

Screaming, clawing its way out in hope of someone to see me

But all this time, it was I that needed to see

 

I can see

I don’t question if anyone can see me

I now have crystal clear clarity in me

I can see

 

Sunny blue skies

Birds chirping, singing, happy cries

Echoing the joyful awakening of earth’s arise

Thinking that I could see through clear skies were all lies

 

It’s only in the darkest days of one’s life when one can see brightly

The darkest, most morbid hours gives one the utmost clarity

A thousand reasons to not want to be

And only three compassionate miracles that it took for me to see

 

I am blessed until eternity

I have no money to feed me, but food in my tummy daily

I am ill and lately very sleepy, and no money to cure me

But one compassionate soul, helped and healed me

 

The harder I try, the harder I fall

Endless efforts, just wasting it all

I now crawl

An endless battle, I’ll never have it all

 

But blessed I truly am

I can see

There are angels guarding me

Unexpected true friendships, dearest souls standing by me suddenly

 

In the darkest of hours, it’s then when you can see

It is but only then when you see true friends who are meant to be

Only then when you see all your blessings truly, your earthly angels clearly

When tears of joy stream down your face from receiving love and compassion unexpectedly

 

I can see

I am

I have been

And I will be blessed till eternity

 

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Dlr

Freedom of Speech

What was once free is now controlled

what we thought was a free country is no more

People should have a right to discuss how they feel about passing new laws.

 

The government should stop being jerks,

They should donate some of their money to the poor

they should get out of their chairs and actually see what goes on in the world today.

 

The Government does not care for our opinions or ideas

they say we have a freedom of speech and yet we do not

for days we are forced to work in order to live.

 

We constanly strive for money to keep food on the table

we are constanly causing crime to help our families survive

we are a controlled society.

 

We no longer have freedom

we no longer have a say as to what we want

we are simply pushed aside and also considered the lower people.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is for the people who can not stand the acts of the government and President, I believe that we should have a right to speak our minds and be allowed to do certain things

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DECEIVING MASK


External beauty without

compassion is a deceiving

mask

 

-saiom shriver-

 

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WORDS

Words are only combinations of letters formed within our heads

But they have the ability to evoke emotions the moment they are said.

 

A word by itself is not beautiful or ugly, complimentary or demeaning

It’s the people who utter them that give our words their meaning.

 

Some words when spoken from a place of love have a musical refrain

While others when spoken in anger are meant to damage or cause pain.

 

Some words make us feel good and bring us happiness too

Like freedom, smile, joy, peace, love and family to name a few.

 

Some words when they are uttered leave fear and sorrow in their wake

LIke Alzheimers, Aids, war, death, tornados and earthquakes.

 

Yesterday a friend of ours informed us her doctors wanted to see

If cancer was growing inside her so they performed a biopsy.

 

Biopsy, another word that fills your heart with fear

As you wait for the doctor to say, hopefully, the words you want to hear?

 

It’s interesting that once her story got out and we read words written by her hand

Words of encouragement came rushing in from all across the land.

 

Words of love, of compassion and support...words easy to comprehend

Drifted softly through the heavens and landed on our friend.

 

Our words were the only way to show her we were behind her and we cared

And to let her know her suspense was something we all shared.

 

The next day as we all waited for our world to realign

Our apprehension transformed to exhilaration when we heard the word...benign.

 

Yes, one day one word can cause us woe, or anguish or concern

And the next day another word replaces it and makes the joy return.

 

That is the nature of our words in this or any other day
We never know what kind of words will randomly drift our way.

 

If we spend our lives using kindly words that help us gather friends

Then one day when we need them, those words pay dividends.

 

For when I think about our friend and the words of her friends I recall

 

Perhaps words of sympathy and kindness are the most beautiful words of all.

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