SHE
Innocent and true,
yet sad and blue.
She rose and she fell,
she conquered her hell.
She was invisable when seen,
she came off mean.
When she cried she was dying,
when it came to heart there was no lying.
She forgot more than most could handle,
she wouldn't allow anyone holding a candle.
She was beat down from the get go,
yet she never showed the blow by blow.
She was silently strong,
she sang for justice and stood against wrong!
Yet she always hoped to be saved,
there was a time she finally caved.
It was so horrid and real,
to much for others to feel!
She was alone to comfort the lonely,
nothing about her was phoney.
Still they laughed and made her something less,
she always found a way to feel blessed.
She knew others felt the same,
so she stood tall as they tried to shame.
She was quite most her days,
but for others she shined her rays.
I miss your strength,Your perserverance,
how you never gave negative thoughts clearance.
How you never gave in yet still gave all up,
That no matter what they said,you still wouldn't back-up.
I miss that innocent deep trusting love,
is it every truely destroyed?
Because of you I feel ,the feeling's never void.
Thank you for your strength and faith,
you're still a part of me!
It is because of you I'll never loose hope,
and one day we'll both be free.
Life Is
The act of self-observation is also an act of self-creation.
The mystery of being extends outward as well as inward; one sits upon the thin septum of experience between two ineffable mysteries: the universe, and the self.
Life itself is a journey into the mystery, for the sum of our knowledge of the World and the Self is as a grain of sand in the ocean.
State of Human Reflections
Glass face
Plastic words
Stuffed wallets
And desperate souls;
Too wise for curiosity
Too educated for God
Too slow for imagination
Too blind for synchronicity.
Quick fingers
Doubtful minds
Polished discretion
And disconnected thoughts;
Too strong for emotion
Too rich for perspective
Too cruel for compassion
Too selfish for human rights.
innocence
you thought i was
tattered lace and
wilted flowers,
an easy fix of
stitches and sun
but i will take
the needle and
leave you the thread
to reopen wounds,
i will blister
my hands
to grasp the sun
and blind you
so you never think my
tattered lace and
wilted flowers
are an easy fix of
stitches and sun,
so you never think my
open wounds and
blistered hands
are the sinless scars of
purity and love,
so you always know i'm
a monster
in tattered lace, and
i will eat, i will eat
your tender heart.
One more problem solved
One more problem solved, Another one arises
Civilizations collapse and turn to Ashes
Children scream and families vanish,
Ignored for too long, so many had gone
When the war was over, the entire world felt their hearts cry
We tried to make amends, we tried
One more problem solved, another one arises
Misjudgment allowing people of ignorance passes
Hellish conditions and killings of the masses
Clashes between all of the classes
When we think we found serenity
We find pain and scrutiny
We thought we would have tranquility,
We are devoid of equality
One more problem solved, another one arises
