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Why do you give me a hard look from your face?
that you don't like what you see?
that I'm from a different race?
Why can't we see eye to eye?
why do I disgust you,
like you don't wanna be near me
would you please tell me?
tell me why you hate me?
Do you hate me because of the color of my skin?
like I'm a disease?
you don't think I have desires?
that I have needs?
We aren't from the same race,
but by soul,
we live in the same world.
You may think I'm nothing,
just push me into the mud,
knowing we both have the same colored blood.
You can't judge me by my appearance,
or by my race,
or even the color on my face.
Say what you want to say,
you can't judge me,
for I didn't choose to exist in the first place.
Why do you give me a hard look from your face?
that you don't like what you see?
that I'm from a different race?
Why can't we see eye to eye?
why do I disgust you,
like you don't wanna be near me
would you please tell me?
tell me why you hate me?
Do you hate me because of the color of my skin?
like I'm a disease?
you don't think I have desires?
that I have needs?
We aren't from the same race,
but by soul,
we live in the same world.
You may think I'm nothing,
just push me into the mud,
knowing we both have the same colored blood.
You can't judge me by my appearance,
or by my race,
or even the color on my face.
Say what you want to say,
you can't judge me,
for I didn't choose to be born this way.
We live in a world full of anger, hate, mistrust, fear and hypocrisy, but it wasn’t meant that way. Once upon a time, thousands of years ago God created a green, pretty and healthy planet to live in where all the animals could work together and live in peace, but suddenly, all started to change. There was a kind and good-intentioned lion, the king of the world, that always tried to do the best for his planet, taking care of all the animals on earth and maintaining peace all along the different species, but there was also a hyena, his best friend, who was so jealous of the king that he stabbed him on the back. The lion always trusted on his best friend, he told him everything he knew and all his thoughts. He thought he would be there for him whenever he needed him and always sought for his good, but the king started to notice his odd mood and felt like he was loosing his best buddy, he tried to talk to the hyena but he refused. So the king turned to somebody else to ask what was going on with his friend and nobody told him. That was so weird, everybody loved the king, everybody would kiss his ass for free, but not now, everything was different, not just with the king but the mood itself. Everything looked sad, darker, like dead. Then, one afternoon, at the weekly meeting of the Great Council, where everyone was discussing, telling wrongs and rights, the hyena stood and spoke up and turned everybody from the king, he was creating a revolution. With all the king’s ideas, with all the tactics he had, the hyena started to create a new team, he was creating bad people, he created evil. Even though there were still animals in the lion’s side, the evil one was stronger. The king, surprised and devastated by his best friend’s betrayal, he took up arms and started to defend his kingdom, the beautiful world he had. So they all started to fight, there was blood split everywhere, screaming, shouting and violence all around the place, like never before. Nobody stopped until wining or dying, dying was the choice they had to make to live in honor. So that was how the beautiful piece of heaven they had on earth stopped existing.
Everyday we are fortunate to awake
But when you get up
Are you doing all it takes?
To make a change
Are you building a legacy(legacy)
When you walk do you feel it?
When you talk do people hear it?
What do you do ?
Or what can be done?
Are you really finish ??
Have you got what you've been missing
I mean are you just living
Or Just existing ?
Have you got so adapted to the world?
That you have totally forgot
You represent Greatness
And that speaks alot
Am I known for the way that I speak
How can you judge a person
You just did meet
Because my life is not ?? perfect
Does that mean I cant get it together
Dont endure with pain
Life can be clever
When you see me
The light in my heart will glisten
Does that mean im living
Or just existing
Please just listen
The way you carry yourself
Determines what's missing
Whether its self respect or self esteem
You can conquer anything
Dont let anyone tell you otherwise
Fulfill your dreams
Dont let your passion stay bottled up inside
Live like there's no tomorrow
Help when people go through sorrow
Know that with each day things will occur
Live your life to the fullest for sure
Pray each and day and each night
And know that everything is going to be alright
With your purpose comes a vision
Make sure you live it
And not just exist it
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
9/15/2015
The day walks
She haste by in a troubled fog
Not stopping
Nor slowing down…
Again, again
same and same
slow by slow
she keeps going
On and On
No stopping to admire the dawn
Nor to gaze at a golden sunset.
As life moves she absorbs in it
No longer an individual,
but merely an existence until
Death knocks
And she stops to answer.
These two words are universally misunderstood
By all human beings irrespective of their statehood
Though outwardly they appear to be analogous
They connote a deep meaning that is not obvious
But to the ignorant many, it may sound ridiculous.
A vast majority of us surely lead life conventional
Immersed in our pursuit of bread and better, usual
In search of a safe roof for our family, congenial
That makes our living hassle-free and comfortable
But this is but a routine pursuit that is not admirable.
We sweat for earning more to enjoy a life tranquil
Thus lead our lives in ignorance utterly disgraceful
When we live for ourselves, it amounts to ‘existing’
And when we live for the humanity, it is called ‘living’
And the true purpose of man is to live and not to exist.
He died for freedom and the righteous cause of liberty.
He gave up his own life so others could enjoy liberty.
"OOH What a lucky man he was. OOH What a lucky man
he was.....Nobody could save him so he laid down and he died."***
The Short Story.*** "Oh What a Lucky Man he was."***
He died alone with no freedom fighters at his side. He fought
against slavery and oppression and to help liberate his fellow man.
But he was just another human, and an ordinary man. He was not
a professional solder or a police man. He witnessed danger around
him so he sacrificed his life for his fellow woman.
He died in an dark and dangerous ally way, trying the save
the life and the virtue of a young woman. Vicious hoodlums
instantly attacked and knifed him. The earth cried out in pain,
as it received the life blood of a young and noble man. Their
attackers also murdered the young woman, after robbing her
of her virtue!
A few days later their bodies were discovered by the police women and
the police man. He was given a hero's funeral for the courageous way
he died. He wasn't a pillar of the community, he was not important nor
gainfully employed. If the facts be made known, he was unemployed.
He never held a job in his entire young life. He was a drifter and a loner.
He lived and died a John Doe and she also lived and died as a Jane Doe. They enjoyed their fifteen minutes of fame upon their untimely demise. The law enforcement community and the family of the young woman mourned
their wasted young lives! The hoodlums were apprehended by the law.
But they did not repent of their dastardliness deeds. They held no remorse
at all. How many other victims' did they stab with their knives?
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 05, 2020
***This is a fictional short story.
I thought I was born
a perfect all,
With many things at
my beck and call.
Days went by and I
became me
I thought it was all
I wanted to be.
I turned forty and
looked back
To see the other
half I still lack.
My whole life has
been a half,
Of an all I feel not
enough.
As I age and
approach my timely
end,
The other half, my
Lord prepares to
send.
Can you see me?
Are you aware of these
clashing entities that are
rubbing my insides raw?
Extended appendages and
inaudible screams are all that
I have to salvage what's left of me.
Can you even see me?
Can you hear me
calling out from within the
void? Do you feel the vibration
from the echoes of this prison?
Can you hear me? I know
it's too much to ask of you to
decipher my feelings when I
am speaking in tongues.
Can you feel me scuffling
with my own emotion, trying
to keep the beast inside from
mauling me into nonexistence?
Can you feel me fighting
my flight instincts? Darling,
my endeavor feels like failure,
so can you please help me?
Rose, Oh, Rose, of the desert. long and dry were the day's that you were gone. The sky ever pressing, dry the taste, air tormenting the soul, during your search. Ah, yet the dream of your return, grasped my longing desires, to see you once again. Past should turn present, with the lights of a summer night, cool the touch, when the heat we cannot bear, healing soul, your presence, one so rare. So Rose of the desert, return to us again, bring the scent filled swelling, burst in colors desire, grasp our long awaiting, Rose, it is you we require. Peaceful wanting, patient waiting, continue we will, for your appearance is worth, the awaited return, of your given gift, wait we will.
Your smile, your laughter
even the salt of your tears
are the exuberence of humanity
if there be a God or Goddess
you are their reflection of everything good
you bring hope
where there was despair
happiness
where there was pain
with eyes that define love
tunnels to a pure soul
divine innocence
beyond our feeble comprehension
would such a creature be a myth
a figment of the imagination
not hardly
he's my son.
[Prologue: throughout human history of those who've acknowledged the soul, a consciousness predating birth and surviving death, only a minority have experienced its reality during an NDE or an out-of-body episode while a majority have had a sense of it that seems more than just a 'belief'. In this material world both those who believe in transcendence and those who believe only matter is real (materialists) easily feel constrained by time, yet time, time as we know it, is itself an illusion, existing only in the memory or in anticipation of the future. Each of us really has only the immeasurable moment, which ironically is how I experienced my soul in my 20's: as always existing without start or finish, in a sort of endless moment. Such is the mind-frame in which I wrote this poem, speculating on how one's soul transcends time itself.]
Imagine that you exist without time,
days and months and years
mean nothing to you,
nor do centuries or millennia or even eons--
the entire Universe of time--
some 14 billion years!--
means little more to you
than a fly alighting on your nose--
because you KNOW-- you know time is not real
and every single moment you exist
weighs more than Eternity itself...
because...
you exist always, endlessly,
without ever beginning:
you always have been and
you always will be--
you are the moment
and the moment is you--
THAT is your soul--
what you call time can no more
be grasped than a hand
can grasp hold of air....
I wish I wasnt here to hear your voice
It shouts through my brain
That sometimes I wanna go insane
I dont like it when you put me down
Or when you always make me cry
I'm through with you
I dont your s**t anymore
Im not living im existing
depressions in my soul
peices of me are fading
my heart,cant take this all.
I dont know where to turn to
struggling to stand up tall
cant stop feeling worthless
broken when i fall..
my heart cant take this sadness
the tears roll down my cheeks
i want to smile again
its been so many weeks.
Have you ever experienced a day, when it seemed like you just did not exist?
A time when you were actually a passenger in a truck or car with someone at your side?
And as you were aware of every breath you took and the scenery before your eyes of God’s beautiful creation…. You still did not feel that you existed.
Today was a day that was like that for me.
I rode beside my husband in his truck and God’s astounding beauty I certainly did see.
Then the devil started belittling me in my mind as his imps whispered in my ear.
I adjusted my Helmet of Salvation knowing the end is surely near.
I was struck with fierce blows as I sat there today.
I silently talked to Jesus, for I know He is the way.
I have recently been accused of things which I have not done.
I choose to stay silent and stand for God and choose not to run.
My mind was tortured by the untruths that were told.
As the imps kept whispering in my ears.
But God knows the truth and knows my heart.
Behold enemy satan… I do not fear.
God is in control of every breath I take
And every beat of my heart.
When I can not stand, I will kneel…
I know exactly where to start.
God hides my soul, in the cleft of a Rock.
Against all these schemes I will survive.
The battle was waged and Victory was took.
God definitely wins…. How do I know?
I have read the end of His Book.
So the next time you feel as you do not even exist
And feel like a ghost and not even seen.
Just say the name Jesus…. And never be afraid.
On Him you can fully lean.
I pray God has blessed you as you have read these very few words.
And if you think He won’t, then think again my friend,
Because my prayer for you He has already heard.
By lori lynn chute 5-20-2013