Peace

Peace

One thing this world never knew


What could it be? And i say it's peace


Wars are all that we know in truth


Wars are fought always in the name of peace

                  


A moral said by a great man


United we stand, divided we fall


But we witness it the other way

 

Divided we stand, united we fall



We could have solved problems through 

peace


But what to do they never got solved


Countries held talks known as 'peace talks'


But what was the result, we never got peace

                           


Everything could have been solved by peace


This world would have been a better place


But Countries will always struggle 


As greed and war takes them over.

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no regrets

 

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who cares if there 

are flowers on my corpse 

if I'm dead?


if love is your intent

then bring me

some good memories

and things you learned 

to make your life easier

and more worth living.


wrap it up in a rusted coffee can

from some dark alley where babies lie in dumpsters

and place it somewhere all can see and be comforted

that someone thought about them, and cared

about why their lives ended, and tried to understand

not to punish, but to prevent it.

 

give me life in my death,

and not sorrow for

what you forgot to do

or not do, to prevent 

yourself from being hurt

on the day I leave here.


funerals are for the ones who are left here,

because the only thing I intend 

to leave you after material possessions

are divied out,

is the same thing since the day 

I first looked in your eyes,


the gratitude for having shared moments together.


we have all been dying since the day we were born,

and if we arrive at our final resting place in peace,

and not at the hands of violence,

then we have been granted more than enough

to say we have been blessed.

I spend my days now thinking what a beautiful soul you are.






 

5:35 PM 8/4/2013 ©


inspired by http://www.postpoems.org/authors/huliganfish/poem/964713

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Chasing Time

Memories are fading,

Remember your smile.

Please tell me you remember mine,

What is lost is not forgotten,

I cherish every moment we were both alive.

 

Seems natural my heart became an icicle cavern,

No man should be told not to feel,

Or compromise.

Lack of passion and driven insanity,

Intoxicated with desire,

An empty bottle filled with the pretence of ego,

Swallowed with pride; still room left to breathe.

 

Haunting memory of a smile almost forgotten,

Here with me, teach me your intoxicating poison:

The drip is an overflow of promises to keep,

I never kept them; do you shower me with shame?

 

The irrelevance I feel,

The impudent, lonesome warrior;

We fought, so I became the fighter,

Limbs become weak in the absence of shelter.

If we could go back in time,

Chasing the same dreams,

Are we still the same aspiration,

Or masked fallacy?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wisdom with age; regret with youthful rashness.

'Twas The Night Before Awareness

 

 

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'Twas the night before awareness,

When all through the world,

The people were waiting,

For a magic wonderland to unfurl,

A sense of entitlement,

Covered the land,

Like a snow in the silence,

All possessions in hand.

 

Flowers are mulicolored,

Some vegetables have a strange hue,

The skies are polluted,

And the waterways are too,

Our lying little mouths 

Speak only of money,

And love is just something

When using words like "honey".

 

Teaching kids to expect,

That life will be easy,

They find out it's not,

And start living it cheaply,

Whine and complain

About their ways and behavior,

Giving them pills 

That don't work in their favor.

 

Sense of entitlement 

With morals askew,

This is me...

And yes, this is you,

Neglecting the things 

That are felt with the heart,

Buried in shame 

Real love hasn't a start.

 

Pain is a signal 

We learned to numb up,

Imbalances rampant,

We've all now cracked up,

Sensitivity is beautiful,

But pain has real purpose,

And it doesn't exist

Just to feel sorry for us.

 

But roses are so red,

And violets so blue,

In this world we create,

When we have eyes like a shrew,

We're the little old drivers,

Unable to see,

We're at a party with Alice,

And we ain't sippin' tea.

 

Addicted to poison,

We bid a good-night,

In hopes that Saint Nick

Will make everything right,

Our wondering eyes 

Have created a fear,

We can't possibly face

In a world we can't steer.

 

Pill after pill 

Dream after dream,

This is the way

That we kill self-esteem,

Removing the blinders

A wise thing that is taught

To do otherwise,

Is how we bury a thought.

 

Stress can be lethal,

And imbalance will thrive,

There are pills that can actually

Keep you alive,

But that doesn't mean

To ourselves we should lie,

And that pain, pain,

Will go away,

No pain, is something

That is here to stay.

 

4:33 PM 7/20/2013 ©

 

Inspired by Allets

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

Just a little about how pain is always there, and what we focus on, is what we will get back. 

 

Experiential Learning For A World At War

 

 

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This “War On Terror” and “The War On Drugs”

will just create a much more sophisticated kind of thug,

And though prison is big business in the “land of the free”, 

Let’s not run from the truth about these inmates I see.

 

All dressed up, 

In the latest warehouse gear,

With a touch of arrogance to cover the fear,

As they wait to be judged, the most of them find

their life has already been mapped out by society’s sick mind.

Yet they all wait in line, being tossed to the side,

And accept the sick way that we twist the word “guide”.

 

For some, they get more than life outside would have brought,

The foundations of love out here no longer taught,

Minimum, medium and maximum stays,

Rape the future of so many lost yesterdays…

 

Tomorrows unseen await mystically hid,

Will we find better ways to undo what we did?

Could we manage to open our hearts and our minds,

And be inspired to seek the intelligence meant for us to find?

 

Why do our schools neglect to educate?

Our young people are full of fear violence and hate.

But what could we expect?

Do we teach them to live lives of honesty, loyalty and compassion…?

Can we look in our OWN eyes and honestly say that we even HAVE this to GIVE??

 

Do we make a priority of things that we touch

With our heart… 

More important than the riches we clutch?

Do we emphasize kindness, not envy and greed?

 

No.

We find it more important that they all learn to read.

 

In this land of the free and the home of the brave,

Do we teach independence to ones that fall astray?

Do we seek out the differences and build a firm base for a child that’s different?

 

No.

We simply erase.

 

We erase all the beauty when we close our eyes,

when we don’t take the time to be patient and wise,

But diversity lives where possibility lies,

And another young life sees the warehouse disguise.

 

As I wait in this prison I envision a day,

When society sees the light I see today,

There are only two things that can happen ahead,

We can salvage what’s left of love…

Or render it dead…

 

In the hands of the children, sits diversity’s chance,

To uncover the genius within humanity’s dance,

And for us now the elders,

Our atonement could TRULY guide

all the lost that have suffered due to the sin of false pride.

 

If the true heart of liberty fosters the cure,

It will lead countries to peace and the world from all war,

If we help men let go of the pain from their past,

Brave new worlds will shine through on this Earth,

      …LOVE WILL LAST.

 

Copyright 2002

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I used wonder often..very often, how it is, that we can do so many unbelievable brilliant things, and discover so many things that make money---but we cannot figure out how to live in peace with each other. 

 

~peace~

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Requiem For A Casualty

 

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One rainy day I peered into the window of your soul,

The shattered pieces of your life, like a shroud to fill the hole,

A roomful of confusion, was the story left behind,

A teardrop dons a cheek or two, life's end can be unkind,

This solemn stage is deafening as soldiers come to call,

The pinned lapels are like trophied shelves adorning a blackened wall,

And as I toss the single rose atop the earthen mound,

I toss my sun... My moon... My stars...

My life, into .the ground.

 

 

2012 ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

like a car in the junkyard. i get embarassed at times. human life costs...money.

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ball of confusion

 

 

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people become highly indignant,

even declare war upon nations,

to murder millions in the name of a god 

that is the center of their 'religion',

but answer this: if your 'religion'

is a 'business', then why do you 

call it a 'religion'? and if your war 

is costing your nation millions 

of dollars to take the lives of 

millions of people, then who are 

you really fighting, your religion,

or your government? and who is 

fighting who?

 

1:26 AM 7/10/2013 ©

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miZWYmxr8XE

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

People moving out, people moving inWhy? Because of the color of their skinRun, run, run but you sure can't hideAn eye for an eye, a tooth for a toothVote for me and I'll set you freeRap on, brother, rap on
Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the preacherAnd it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacherSegregation, determination, demonstration, integrationAggravation, humiliation, obligation to my nation
Ball of confusionOh yeah, that's what the world is todayWoo, hey, hey
The sale of pills are at an all time highYoung folks walking round with their heads in the skyThe cities ablaze in the summer timeAnd oh, the beat goes on
Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soulShooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soonPoliticians say more taxes will solve everythingAnd the band played on
So, round and around and around we goWhere the world's headed, said nobody knows[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/ball-of-confusion-lyrics-temptations.html ]Oh, great GoogamoogaCan't you hear me talking to you?
Just a ball of confusionOh yeah, that's what the world is todayWoo, hey, hey
Fear in the air, tension everywhereUnemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gasAnd the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservationAnd the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectorsMod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many billsHippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting'End the war' and the band played on
Great GoogamoogaCan't you hear me talking to you?
It's a ball of confusionThat's what the world is today, hey, heyLet me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Sayin' ball of confusionThat's what the world is today, hey, heyLet me hear ya, let me hear yaLet me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear yaSayin' ball of confusion

Read more: TEMPTATIONS - BALL OF CONFUSION LYRICS 



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small, medium or large?

 

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 it isn't that 

 

anyone's mind 

 

is being read

 

that  just isn't possible

 

same as blue 

 

isn't red

 

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but it's because

 

when you're close

 

to the universe's needs

 

what you ask will 

 

be answered

 

wrapped up gently

 

in love's seeds

 

 

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patience must be learned

 

the guidance can be thin

 

you can't rush it you have to wait

 

for it to surface from within

 

 

*****

 

 

9:46 AM 7/6/2013

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

what some mediums say

I Understand More Than You Are Aware Of

If it's no to the god pod, and no tc,

It is you who will choose,

Your own destiny,

To be with thugs.

And then wonder and whine,

And feel 'unworthy' of my hugs,

You've made this prison in your mind.

 

Going south will be certain,

You'll find more of the same,

Don't be surprised,

If you get caught in their game,

If you really want changes,

For the good in every way,

Make up your mind,

To stand on firmer ground today.

 

Stand on your own,

Face what's inside,

There is nothing wrong,

With wanting to hide,

When all is against you,

And when not one gives a care,

Maybe things will be clearer,

For your soul then to bare.

 

You cannot blame anyone,

We all get what we ask,

If you make the wrong choice,

It's not mine, but your a**.

 

Others are doing,

What you claim can't be done,

It isn't impossible,

It's just not going to be 'fun'.

 

Don't try to make excuses,

That any of this is for my protection,

Cause there's too many people,

Holding up my true intentions.

 

 

 

5:34 PM 6/25/2013 ©

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Understanding comes from a willingness to understand, and being able to see the forest for the trees, and not just what you want to see. This poem is about something I am being made to deal with due to a situation beyond my control.

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