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The Voice of Reason
Hate surrounds us,
Causes people to fight,
They listen but do not hear,
The pleas of those around them,
Makes them ignore the voice of reason.
Agony waits just around the corner,
Pain and desperation makes them fear,
The problems all around them
The wants and needs they canít support,
Causes anger to appear and make people hate and fight.
The pointless wars crusades and battles
Creates enemies anew and renews the old ones
The voice of reason calls for an end to these wars
So people can live in peace and happiness
Living the life they dreamed of living
Giving their children the world they dream of
Creating the hope the keeps people living on.
Ignoring the voice of reason,
These battles and wars continue
Destroying everything that was planned for
Leaving anger in the place of love
Disaster prevails killing faith and hope.
Listen to the voice of reason
For the voice of reason
Will keep all of our dreams in tact
And will keep the hope alive,
While all of our anger will die.
Your eyes set me free
Winter nights make me long
for what i cannot have
"~*~*Sarah*~*~ ." email@example.com
He sat with wheels,
bones slouched where life once smiled.
he said he'll never be the same
and dropped his foreign-
arm, but we were familiar.
Dank with age air
choked,as we sang
but still,we filled
his mug to remain
wet with moments
Then, he and I,
we meant in a direction-
Seconds like this long eternity
and so, realizing none of us will
ever be the same either;
I filled my own mug.
To quickly though,we
returned to spinning,
but he, he resided in grey wheels
and a body of those fleeting foreign locks.
my lover smiles
Everybody's life goes up and down
Everybody's life goes round and round
Turn every corner, climb every tree
Never give up unless you give in.
Life is so contradicting in its own right,
When all goes fine you will get bowled down,
They may all laugh, they may all cry,
But who's in control when they all die
Is it the man with the long blue coat!
Is it the woman in the big fur coat!
Is it the child that sits and plays!
Or is it your partner with their looks & gaze?
Take a stand look all around,
See what's there and take in hand.
If you like it that's just fine
BUT DON'T FORGET WHAT YOU MAY LEAVE BEHIND
Deep inside my heart,there are many colors.White is for the innocence that was lost long ago,but traces still remain.Red is for the pain,which is ongoing. I wonder,will it always remain? Black is for the areas that have been shut down,due to the heartaches they have endured.In an area all by its self,is the color yellow. It represents the sunshine that is slowly creeping in,preparing to brighten these dark chambers.
Maricela G. Capcyacin@aol.com
I woke up in the middle of the night; I thought I heard a scream
but it was only the deafening quiet of a sleeping house.
My room wearing a thick cloak of black; unrecognizable in the dark.
The stillness of the quiet swallowed me whole.
No sound, no crickets, no ticking from the taunting hands of the clock
not even the obstructed breathing of hates love child next door.
Only the lonely silence.
Then there came static which sounded like waves clashing ageist black sands
accompanied by laughter which sounded much like my own.
Was it my own? How could that be?
No sooner had I asked the questions the answer came to me
like messiah bearing gifts.
It was laughing at myself for having thrown obstacles in my own way
hoping it would change my direction and therefore my destination.
Only to have ended up in the same place but, slightly more tattered.
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