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THE WHITE PATH A white proud path On goal oriented footpath Leader with white pearls Lifted heads as he turns
God give me the serenity I do not deserve. A luxury bought with the blood of those who came before me. Give me the peace that comes from a privilege I did nothing to earn. And tell me I am loved
Are you desperate to be right all of the time?How much better at day's end to be found kind!.....Mark Toney © 2020.4/18/2020 - Poetry form: Couplet.
When clouds are heavy they drop their rain When humans are sad they conceal their pain We should take a page from nature’s novel And refrain from covering up our stains
Where is the magic?We all start out knowing magic.We are born with hurricanesand whirlwinds, oceansand galaxies inside us.We are able to sing to birdsand read the cloudsand see the destiny
Last night, in my dream,while i wandering in the wild landsand crossing silent shadows,i met a word and ask:''What's your name?''My name is loveand i'm alone in life,i need you,
i saw a little leaf to whirling in the wind,didn't want to fall from the treebut the leaf keeps falling over,i prop it up, it falls again .At the end, the heartbroken leafleaves a tear when it falls
Fallen angel! Why are you scared?Why you dwelt alone in shadow? Why you tighten your fists?why threaten the whole life?i know, afraid to .love,let tenderness pour from your eyes
Our life a dazzling dream and the death a new arrival,there is no end and never was a begginning.Thousand centuries will gone and will leave faint signsin the breaths of time, thousand suns will light up
And at the end, what?what happens to the living when they die?what happens to the tears when the eyes close?Where do the stars go when we don't dream?where the pain of memory goes?
To dream with the black man in one eye and the white in the other,
Dawn meet the light, and the twillight the moonall are mirageson labyrinth of mind,ever since time waking.Do you think that our existencemakes any differenceto this vast universe?
After time,people will say,in those years, we lost the meaning of we,we lost the sense of universalityfound ourselves prisoners into ego,in a long soliloquyand the infinite life reduced to i,
When one door opens, another closes.this is the eternity's circle,mistakes belongs to us, but not all, the fate mapped out for us to follow,but does not define our choices, beings of necessity and randomness,
All humans on earth are one.We descend from the same family of common ancestors.We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings,and like siblings we depend on each other's loveand care and responsibility.
"NOT ANY ONE"
Now I’m A Critical Thinker So REFUSE To Wear Blinkers... When It Comes To Things That NEED ANALYSING... !!! Well To ME They Do But It’s Clear That Most Choose... To Just... ACCEPT What Government Heads...
WISDOM You'd experience Obstruction in fulfilling your Dreams but yet you'd overcome them.
TRAIN YOUR MIND I Wonder Why Fake People Always Think Everythang's Fake, Like Love, Faith And Desire.
Now It’s NOT About Making... PREDICTIONS... !!! It’s About Airing Opinions Within The Things I’ve Written... Because NOBODY Can PREDICT What The Future Will Bring... !!!
So Is it... Uni Or College... ? That Gives Someone KNOWLEDGE.... ? Or Is It Just A... FACADE... ? To Teach People NONSENSE... !!!!!!!!!!
Never stop learning because in learning there Abides teaching and likewise in teaching, learning dwells. both the lecturers and schoolers has somewhat to teach the
Ya Know I ... Write About LESSONS In Most of My Rhymes... The Lessons In Life That Can OPEN Your Eyes... !!! And Sometimes.... SURPRISE ... !!!!!!!!
She has arrived, she’s beautiful, scarred, humbled, and wise. Most of all this woman is alive. She walks with a hint of pride, but not too proud to admit her missteps. Mistakes and lessons dance in harmony a 2-step.
Now The Learning Curve Within THIS WORLD... When It Comes To How We Live Is A SERIOUS THING..... !!! You Might THINK You Know A Person... But It’s Clear That HIGHER LEARNING... Means You Need To Be OBSERVANT... !!!
Confidence has never been a feeling explored by me. Employed by me to heal from the hurt in me, by others, and by me. Feels good to know that my reflection is a friend to me, no longer my enemy.
These Days I Have To Say... That When It Comes To Wordplay... That I Now Put To Page....
” Come On Now Bro ! You NEED To LET GO of That EGO ! "
Ya Know It's CLEAR The Subject of WISDOM... Requires Lyricism That's Bred From THOUGHT And THINKING... !!!!!
MAN I Can Feel The CRACKS ... !!! As My Body ... LACKS ... The Youth It Once Had ... !!! When I Could Withstand Exercise Programmes .... That Worked All The Muscles That Slowly DO Crumble ... !!!
If I were a leaf on a tree..oh how would I leave ..me leaving me..would make me laugh..leaving for you.. you think.. you ask...no says I to me...you know.. leaving for free..says me..right now..I would leave me..
You think your power is in your bones But it is truly in the heart Fear shall corrupt you And I say, I say! I am innocent My Lifeblood you shed You think you hold The Key that will force
These Days It's CLEAR I've Now Passed ... " Those Years " ... !!! Where RUNNING My Mouth ... To PROVE WITHOUT Doubt ... That My Thoughts Are SOUND ... Is NO LONGER A Need That Lives Within Me ... !!!
I agreed when she called the world ugly, When she whined it was a washed-out warped place. Said I hated when weather was sunny, Scorned sensations of summer on my face.
A dusty, near- forgotten tome found in some long- neglected nook its paper a fragile parchment crinckled with age... You open the cover, peer as if into a portal- opened, you expect profound truths.
A little wink, A loving scold, A hint to stories yet untold. The Sage brought about by age, They sing of their glory days. A lot of wisdom, So little of time,
Out of Mother’s Earth a nurtured sapling As of Mother’s womb fetus comes alive Light of life glowing out of darkness, spring Spiraling new beginnings to survive.
Sophia full of wisdom and grace. The sun radiates from her face. Beneath her feet the moon does lay. A crown of seven stars upon her head, resting, do they stay. In the beginning, you hovered over the face of the earth.
Many of the experiences that make us grow are uncomfortable Many of them are surely life-changing Some of them are relevations My growth experience, sure, it was painful But it made me accept the pain
Like a snake curled to strike In the dark it hides Coiling tightly to its prey
Little Girl That little girl who no longer sits at the table, quailing away from the green monstrosities She forages for the ripest of them all Cooked or raw, she isn’t picky
Every birthday of the past, held anticipation of simply being an older age Day by day wondering of the woman I would grow up to be I grow by the second knowing that the now brings out the best in me
I’m a good person, with a bad past Happiness could never last Coming from a broken home with broken dreams I never went through life with ease I thought love was a scary thing
From Wisdom Why must you be so petty Arguing endless points that get you nothing Why are you always looking to be pretty As if good comes from objects of something Why when you try to think
Twinkling in the corner of my eyes Shining past leaves of the trees I pass by She warms me Revealing the blinds she is always there Smiling compassionately with such empathy
I used to be deranged and I know this is strange,my life got rearranged,from the inside I got changed,suddenly sucess is in my range.<br></br>I'm 25 years old, yet I feel like an infantI'm known for metaphores, and this song will be no
(The mind is a fragrance of the brain. To change minds the brains have to be healed. Our leaders keep trying to change minds and so nothing changes.)
I am A grandmother without wrinkles, A raven without feathers, A mother without children. I am A writer with no paper, A singer with no listeners, A wind with no kites.
Feeding on the images in my own contemplation, mental orgasms leading to sinfully sensual stimulation. As your body calls, my body urges, caught up in temptation, as the storm surges, so ready to release and splurge.
They told you time would heal. That eventually you'd make progress. So you carry on. Sometimes you go days, weeks without crumbling.
It's who she is that makes her beautifuland not her looks that make her glowBut her soul shines through her fleshlike the sun that beams against the iciclesUniquely designed snowflakes intricately combined
She does not sit on a throne But that doesn’t mean she isn’t deserving of one She does not wear a crown, but her head of hair is as beautiful as gold and as soft as silk
O Captain my Captain Blue horizon as far as the eye can see Orotund splashing of a joyous dolphin Deep Neptune profoundly advises me Audacious waves ferociously battle
Be one who sits and smiles, Who nods to give consent While others loudly crow And boastfully invent - You've learned a golden truth Which silence can convey: "With grace mete out your words,
Today I Lift my eyes to new & exciting ventures. I ventured to say, they all Rock & Win like a cup of potential.Today I win at everything I form & mention.And all goes well as I say, it's just that simple. 'Found this place while I was
How do you feel? I asked the man. His response was slow He answered me though, Wise words seemed to flow
Life exists before we do And before life exists the Earth And even before the Earth there is more, much much more More than any person or animal can comprehend In all of it, there is a lesson
Wisdom. It is the key to success for some. It is the driving motivation for others. It is the difference between all knowing and foolishness. It is not something aquired in a day, week, or even month.
Poems are confusing Their purposes disguised Seemingly blunt yet concealing A plausibly traumatic demise Whomever shall find these creatures appealing
A fish radiating off the moon Like the summer's light. Blazing hot as day on the coldest night. Blended in with the ocean blue. Picture perfect, what a view. Only one of its kind yet was considered stupid.
I pray you see me. I pray you see me as I see you. Like the rays of the sun shining on the Earth. Your light is the epitome of life. Your light is a smile, a laugh; a true gift upon this land.
Thankful, I AM thankful for my life and the people that made it so. who I now know as the first God I ever met, I AM bone of her bone flesh of her flesh.
I. Lines that break on the epitome of sound ring forth like the swells ~~~~ of a whale dipping into the sea ~~~~~~~~~
Lighting scorches fresh fields of bloomin buds Their innocent pink petals singed by sparks of the electric blaze The Old man sitting on the porch of his past and destined home Watches the pasture he has always watched
Dear anyone who’s going through a rough time, Currently, my life is a riptide. Life has slowly began to come to a high but I know, in time another fall will follow. I had to be hurt, many times to understand
Dear anyone who’s going through a rough time, Currently, I’m on a riptide. Life has slowly began to come to a high but I know, in time another fall will follow. I had to be hurt, many times
someday a boy will break your heart in two consider this a forewarning to you his eyes brilliant baby blue will consume you entirely
They say that the war between good and evil is a war that can never be won, that where there is light, darkness must come. I’m not saying that shadows are bad, that darkness is wrong, orshould be exiled, I’m saying that darkness is not the name t
What an interesting feat to recall What Hannah was composed of in January of 2017 What made her tick? What kept her going? Junior year was kicking her butt That memory remains
Have you ever dreaded to take a breath Not the kind that fills soft moist lungs But the kind that follows a silent death Let me go no further For I can see you I don’t have to be there
Dear Future Husband, This may sound cliché, But I’m writing this for a scholarship, That may just come my way! I hope that you, of all people, Are finding the fun in life,
Driving Safely, I add. Life is so dangerous. Safety is your priority. Drive, mate!
I'm living in a castle made of sand. It looks to be made of some hearty stone, But I'm good at finding truth. Sometimes I pluck it out of ears, like a magician's coin. Truth is a bit more expensive.
For you have heard the story of Cinderella told, but don't be fooled, the true story is about to unfold. Pleasing on the eye, as beautiful as can be,
In the coldest Winter you were the coat that kept me warm Made from many patches all my favorite colours I trust you like the fire treading through snow storms With your embrace comes wisdom
Tell me what to expect in the many years to come. Tell me what adventures await, what sorrow I may face, what love is yet to come, what heartbreak we await. Tell me in all of your wisdom,
I am often knocked down by the gazes of the haters, back biters, the bullies, the witty, and the other fool phonies. Then when life got better for me. I’ve tasted glory They all know my story
I wouldn't know the world as I If I haven't made the first cry I wouldn't know of a elite parlance Unless for an exquisite silence I wouldn't know I was different Unless all around were indifferent
I saw you Don't pretend like you didn't notice We made eye contact You swallowed I watched your Adam's apple rise and fall As nervousness formed pools over your pupils
The first step to gaining knowledge is to recognize one's own ignorance To take a stance against stupidity even if it means standing alone.
There's more to a woman than her body and curves. At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm that rains down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
The first step to gaining knowledge is to recognize one's own ignorance To take a stance against stupidity even if it means standing alone.
The world is kind to let you pick your own poison Misery holds you underwater like an anchor Courage seeps through our skin, burning us alive Truth is a deadly pillow with a silver lining
What incites the rise from my rest? What keeps the beating beneath my chest? What brings me home like bird to nest And takes me beyond mountain's crest?
the man lived all by himself in a house down by the creek and he used a whittled stick to walk because his joints were very weak
In school I was high Ecstatic from life Time passes by A movement to strife Behind on my dues Far ahead of the past Hard to fill my own shoes How long can this last?
What makes you happy? Is it waiting for innocent victims in a dark alley? To rob them off their security? Or is it waking up early, And make your hands dirty, As you toil for your family?
It was at the tender age of 11, In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven. I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
It was at the tender age of 11, In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven. I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
Knowledge is power Yet ignorance is bliss From knowledge, some cower And to ignorance kiss Some call knowledge wisdom But that cannot be true Because it is by knowledge
You are a disease Infesting the corners of my mind Rotting my perception of others Lingering in the darkest places
Learn how to love yourself How to stand alone stand tall without anyone's help Do all this before you enter in something with someone else Command respect, for you are a future queen
Oh, your majesties, you stun me to the core with your glorious beauty. The eyes of an old sage, shine infinite wisdom, pouring into and over, everything in your paths. Oh, how I wish
Some may say its just a necklace,that it just hangs around my neck all day.They laugh and claim that anyone can payfor this necklace that hangs around my neck all day.
I’m breathing But am I living? Do I wake up each morning ready for the unpredictable opportunities of the day? When a new door opens, do I step through?
All I need is freedom... Praises to the authority When majority Promoted white robes as a conformity Of your suppression Waiting too long for legal protection
within me lies the wisdom gained by realizing i'm a fool - 10/27/1995 2:43am - kenneth p rougeau jr
LightWhat is there to know?DarknessWhat is there to show?PainWhat is there to heal?HappinessWhat is there to feel?Inquiring of the elements of lifeYou unveil timeless secrets of old
I am wise. I hold the fire of truth in my eyes. I will not let it reach its demise. Because I am wise and I know wisdom more than you. I was a fool. I played in my own happiness
I done went up the mountain and uh i even back slid became a product of my environment I hopeless told God that I hope this life don't last forever why am I still here I know that there's something better than the chedder
Growing up I was insecure and had a lot of fears, Coming from a city that was build on music and cars Eventually being deprived and ruined by the men in the city. To me its like i was the city, I was Detroit!
When I was young, My mother spoke to me in a foregin tongue.
Sometimes you pray to god things work out. Sometimes you wish upon a star.
he hands of Time seem at rest, but with a simple, steady beat they move toward an eternity unknown to the world.
Lines in a face, creases in a smile Imprints and marks that have been there awhile Wrinkles full of wisdom, time, and age Watching the eyebrows of a face is like turning a page
King Solomon received a gift from the Lord, the gift of being wise.He was able to use his great wisdom to see through people's lies.When a woman stole a baby, she told King Solomon to cut it in two.
who would make me do something like that? who would make me feel that way?
Madness is ambiguous, just like reality When life is too sweet, you get bad cavities Because there's beauty in the struggle The ups and downs, concavity It's been a good life, so my concious holds
I am whoever they say I am It is unfair to let a person judge themselves. It is the world who shapes us without filters. We sit here studying books all on our shelves.
Love. One word. That has so much meaning and power behind it. I mean, I’m not even sure I know the value of it is anymore. I thought I did.
She looks into the honest, fogged mirror And she sees a person she’s proud of She sees the deep lines stretched upon her forehead Symbolizing the wisdom of her old age She sees the dark circles hugging her eyes
The best things in life are given, wisdom, love and peace. The goal is bending without breaking, The answer is to refuse defeat.
You told me life was crazy Never about the snakes in the grass You told me they were evil One bite- I would never last
Learn as I learned. See as I seen. Think as I thought. Love as I loved. And soon All will be clear.
Her widsom to empower the future to belive that a dream can become a reality no matter what boundary steps aside there will always be " Widsom and Hope"
Heart pounding, face flushed a crushing headache bum-rushed Breath ragged, star-crush the holy theme of hush hush
When skies were always of a blue In times when I knew love was in me, When I was young and filled with joy, The world seemed beautiful and good, I loved a girl, and she loved me,
She was the glass she held in her hand. Smooth and strong, calm and contained like the like the liquid in the glass. Then, life caught her off guard and she let the glass slip.
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
My life...is unique
Wander, Like the care-free birds in the sky. Waddle, Like the plethora of penguins in the ice. Swim, Like the dolphins whose life depends on water. Survive,
What is wise in this world twisted in concept What is wise when knowledge leads to destruction What is wise when our lessons become our undoing These questions I seek diligently for answers
This person isn't the brightest kid in school nor in many other things others can easily do but this person has a mind that seems to bring life changes to others
Word after word
If I had
Where is the wisdom now lost? Is convenience really worth the cost? Books replaced for screens and instant streaming; Concertos and Symphonies for banging and screaming.
Strength is the river; Though it seems to conform To the limits of the earth, With diligence and patience, Even the most stubborn stone Will obey the current.
I'm not Harvard materialI'm not a straight A studentI'm not a person with a name up on a wallI'm just a kid who has been trying to figure out what it all meant
I'm living in obscurity, I live with insecurities, My flaws have clouded my vision Now I'm blinded by imperfection. I'm on the outside looking in Cause I don't meet society's qualifications,
As lIfe continued, I realized on thing in my life that was missing. People. I was alone. Why does lonliness wrap around one like a blanket, When you are surrounded by a sea of faces? Who am I,
Why does everyone want love when they know what it can do to you, it can break your heart so can you tell me why does everyone want it?
Sterling Klein I look around Noticing the little things around me. That woman over there, Do you see her? She's smiling but her eyes look ready to spill. And that boy, The bald one,
Waves splash against the cliff
Save the newborn eyes So that the mind grows astonished
The wise old man is believed insane, the fool laughs first. What an ironic suffling of the dealer's deck, what sad misconceptions accepted by billions. Fact is fiction, but fiction is fact.
The word “smart” is a curse word.And like all other curse words it has synonyms.
One's Wise Words Are Anothers Painful Thoughts.
Just listen And listen to me good. Hang on to every word I’m about to say. Because I really mean it. Don’t take it as a joke But really understand what I feel.
My dream job would be: a kid. Now, that may seem utterly ridiculous. Well, it's "right" to think that, in a way. Experience may say differently to my choice, But first, hear what I have to say.
I write because it is my tactic of escape From this cold world filled with violence and rape
A brown leaf in an autumn breeze
In an echoing world, full of ‘what ifs’, It’s easy to seek out guidance; wisdom even, In the people around us. Searching for limited answers to too many questions,
I shall repent? I shall forgive? Woe is me. God will you listen please! Don't let it be. Don't shy away, have you seen what sin has done to me? There's a hole in my heart where hell has been bestowed upon me. Forever and a day...
Ignorance may be bliss but it’s time to risk awareness. Knowledge hurts, but nothing in this world is painless. You may have a thirst for love, but I have a thirst for wisdom.
Worthier than emerals and gold is knowledge. You may ask, "do I only obtain this in college?" You may, although is a long and treacherous process that later becomes known as wisdom .
Misunderstood, Misunderstood, I'm often times Misunderstood. I'm very smart and successful but I'm still Misunderstood. If I could change the world overnight, I'd do it if I Could.
Potential. A simple word that overwhelmingly carries the weight of Life. A simple word that was repeated in my head, yet I did not understand what it meant. I did not see what it meant.
We have come here to these borders drenched in the sweat and blood of those who have come before us. They could see far more clearly through their own pain, than we can in our own
Not being heard speaking but no one is able to understand. Frustation feeling that no one is able to comprehend. My words the lisp over powering my mouth I want to yell
Is wisdom a fragment of our mind Or is it something that knowledge left behind to distinguish one of us from another one of us or maybe it's a mind stamp
Defendant, Plantiff Existentialist Society
Cherish me when I’m an absolute fool,
Blue lines white paper scribble, draw, write and assemble "kiss me and say good-bye" for the third time time passes by "I got ADD and ADHD" every single day hole punch me
Take my hand feel the warmth emitting from the sand as ashes burn I will learn not to break Fragile soul, what more could be at stake? Oh dear one, don't abandon me Oh dear one, hear my prayer
Dear sister, Today, You are five years old. Your world is full of... Butterflies (Your favorite), Rainbows (You love colors), Far too many sweets,
Consecutive steps toward the threshold Yet 10 miles from the desired goal. Am I too fast or Is life too slow? Reaching pinnacles ironically by hillsides Rather than conquering skyscrapers
Knowledge is Knowledge is a mosic Colorful and broken Pieced together slowy Knowledge is everything And nothing at all
You've got me in the palm of your hand, because deep down, I'm a good girl. I'm a kind girl. I'm a caring and devotedly loving girl. I want to make you happy. I want you to be proud of me.
I am the youngest I am the smartest I won't try to be humble That's the truth The subject is Chemistry And I stay ahead It's how I validate my place here And yet they laugh
I am like the phoenix. When I burn, I burn with passion. I engulf in pain and sorrowful lessons that twist the flames in a cyclone of radiant, red, rotating fire. The hard way.
The great blacklight in the sky Makes the people wonder why All the dismal things have gone And the shadows have moved on. The shining face of a kind man Makes us feel that we too can
Freedom is what everyone strives for Yet we all see it in a different way. We long to break free of all life’s difficulty And yet we can’t help but stay
Inspire me to be more than what society sees. A simple dimple or the twinkle of an eye can surely decieve. Teach me to be more than just a fun time, or a fast path to cash. I wanna be loved, give me something that will last.
Words can mean everything, / Or nothing. / Words bring you joy, / Or despair. / Words show you're wise, / Or foolish. / Words can give confidence, / Or heartbreak. / Words can be heard, / Or ignored. / Words can teach, / Or destroy.
No, Mr Generic, you're not right. The answer is pi over four. Pi over four, can't you see? Stop telling me the answer is pi over three, Stop telling me you know what's correct.
Cranial cage imprisoning a sage, trying to replace grey matter and old age. Wisdom stored, long decomposed. Energy transformed, neither created nor destroyed,
to live is to die and be reborn, stronger. to die is to know what it means to live: to love to laugh to cry and somehow fall over the edge, regardless. to love is to feel affection
Why hello there little boyWhat can I do for youA heaping serving of knowledge you say?Well isn’t that cute
Prose O starry night, brazen with chimera.Behind those cimmerian clouds breadthwith God's touch. Imagine without frontier's and marvelat the shiploads of faith that navigatethrough stormy seas.
May the path that you choose stay true to your heart, For without our beliefs, from truth we do part. May the stars ever watch you and guide you throughout, For even the wisest may stray from their route.
Do you feel it? Have you seen it come to be? It's all around you, in front, in back, it has begun consuming your very depths. This surge of emotions, of feelings,
Ever since I was a baby, When I was first overwhelmed with senses and pain, She told me that I had long, elegant fingers, the most beautiful hands. They were thin but strong, just like the threads of a spider’s web.
Up in my room Sitting on my bed Alone With these mixed emotions Getting the best of me Thinking Deep thinking About my future If I were to Die tomorrow All my life
Praise and meditation Tranquility A walk down the street Freestyle mobility Your mind Even your heart And your soul And your body Are within oneself God made you Your body
Can one attain the ability to Invoke happiness onto Himself or herself Would denial have to tie into This indefinable equation Although to each his own But what is its definition
Wisdom is rugged. Time wound back to youth and time spent. The salt of cuts and cracks of skin, Dark with age and learned.
One’s mind, One’s Voice One’s dream One’s choice. Words can hurt, Words can heal. Words are everything, it’s a big deal. Taking control, is a true blessing That has this little world still guessing. You can think colors, you can think trees.
I'm standing at a crossroads, not sure which route to take. Should i take the right road, of which so few chose. Or should i take the other, and live a life I cannot make.
The sun shines over me, Shining a great smile, Shining like a spot light on the stars of our stories, Twinkling a hello and a goodbye each day,
Middle age remainsto be a largeand powerfulsinglesilent owl.Observing allthat meets its largecircular eyesas it stares into thethick darkness of night.Yet,the owl
Everyday there is an uphill battle, I face them heart on with my hardest tackle. It's so easy to just go with the flow, When people are inviting you for trouble, how do you say no? Is it the devil that pulls you in?
It's more than obvious; we live in a cold world Where society's aim is impregnate every boy and girl We fall for lies, sewn to the pattern of the embezzlement ties
I am me, untamed; am I untranslatable? No, not yet;anyone who has come to go or has yet to, why then question our differences too,then leave it be or take it otherwise!
The world I live in is changing I can see that It’s like we pulled terror right out of a hat Our government is now more corrupt more than ever Promising us that it’ll all get better and being all clever.
I walk, I sit my, back against this grain These words speaking bliss, penetrating every inkling of thought that is bound in my brain As the climatical moment fills my soul, I come upon recollection
He saw light and its beauty So he chased the sun Only to watch the fire fall And never catch up
What is race? Does it tell us what to like? Does it determine our future actions? Or is it simply just something that pigeonholes us to carry the weight of the actions of our ancestors?
How I love the night Darkness surrounds me Cloaking me in a deep sheet of stars A mysterious never ending shadow An intoxicating view with brilliant stars The feeling it gives is everlasting
Along a lost dream, He grieves the loss of reality. And feigns forgiveness to the dry bones Of humanity. Society and it’s pillars Hierarchy of wisdom and folly: The child, the woman, the man.
She stumbled She fell She got up and she walked. She stumbled she fell She got up And she walked. She stumbled She fell And she stayed there.
I once met a woman who confused me so, Her eyes were crazed yet sparkled aglow. She lived by herself in an old little shack, And all she did was rock forth and back. Her hair was frazzled and white as snow,
Strange, isn't it? when life proves wisdom and exchange of wit the strife in being dumb calls us, so young. The toils come over. Hardships sung. We, as youth, gave labor.
this is my life and i dare to live i speak cautiously yet it's wisdom i give i've learned not to let anything hold me back i've set standards for myself and respect, i do not lack
A man's courage is a product of a man's desire. A man's strength is synonymous with long lasting fire. To live and to love makes man want to inspire. Because to live and to love makes a man soar even higher.
*Down a dusty road he walked, his feet were always bare. No one passing with him talked, not a soul did care. None could fathom what he sought, or even wonder why.
God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can And the wisdom to know the difference...
Foolish rains, why do you fall from the heavens up above? Why abandon your seat in the endless skies Is such freedom not enough?
When you look at a tree, With its monstrous trunk And shining emerald leaves, You see only a tree.
Spread like thick mist of perpetual darkness, The harbinger, the evil, the snake, mischievous. Slithers. Spreads the black cloud of human error across the deep souls of mortal man.
I have a vivid memory. It's not black, darkness, emptiness, but instead, a total lack thereof, devoid of anything. I can't perceive how alone I am, if at all. Something is watching me.
Dear Reader, You're so broken, You're so hopelessly alone. You've met the worst part of yourself, Your body's now your home.
Birthing Wisdom Research Find it Light it Own it. Reflect Protect Hold it Guard it Be keen Mean it Scream it Beam it. Jeanne Poland All rights 6/11/12