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Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.

Copyright © James Ray Morris | Year Posted 2010

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A dime out of every dollar, a penny out of every dime;
I only want My children to give Me what is Mine.
I blessed you with a job, it pays good wages too!
And all I ask you to give Me is the ten percent I am due.

I promised you in My Word, that I would bless your finances,
If only you would put me first in all your circumstances.
If you would acknowledge Me in all of your ways,
Then I will give an increase and bless your remaining days.

If only you will trust Me, and believe what I say;
Then bring your tithe and offering to My house today.
I'll open up the windows of Heaven and you will plainly see,
How to prosper and be successful, and be a blessing to Me.

I am waiting for you,
I am just around the bend.
And when you make one hundred;
Remember, I am only asking for ten!!

Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015

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Suicide game

They call me names 
and play their games
But they can't feel my pain
Of the razor I use to make my life a little smaller

They say that I'm worthless
That I'm just another name 
In their suicide game

I'm not the first 
And I won't be the last
To cry at night
And pretend that I'm alright

I cut my wrists 
using that small blade
And I think I'm loosing 
their suicide game

One more round and
I'm down for the count
I can see the end
Just around the bend

So I played
And I played well
But it was all in vain
Because I lost their suicide game

Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016

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My Ageless, Eternal and Perpetual Hell

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And the cemetery was ageless... As I walked up to the elaborate granite bench your ashes had been buried in, I saw the forty-foot bronze angel that was watching over you during your rest. But, no angel in the world could be more beautiful than you, dear sister. You just couldn’t give up the bottle and severe mentalities caused darkness within the depth of your being. You chose to take your life and now I must choose to live even though I wish it was me. I couldn’t save you. You couldn’t save you. We couldn’t save each other. I keep your goodbye letter in a safe place in my old journal. All the entries from the time you were missing. Day after day of using my pen to express how I knew you were missing, but I also knew deep down you were gone for good. No one would believe me. I knew it though. Because I know you would’ve reached out to me….and you did not. Our mother was the last one to hold your heavy bag of bones. She shed a tiny tear and whispered, “I was the first one to hold you, and now I will be the last…” How does a mother say goodbye to her first daughter? I’ll never know how… And the cemetery was eternal... As I walked just around the bend towards the grave number three hundred forty-two I saw it clearly. “Michelle Marie” my beloved sister. How could I lose another sister? I always came to visit you on your birthday in late September. I still have nightmares of watching you take your last breath. So slow. So deep. So sad. You just couldn’t give up the drugs. All the highs...all the lows… The last high was your fated death. You were my sister-in-law yes, but blood in my heart. How can I judge you when I too was in your shoes? Too weak to breathe and too strong to die. Each memory I feel of you brings misery from the poor actions on my part. For if not for me, you would still be alive. It was me Michelle…me…I was the one to give you the chemicals in which you died from. I will live on knowing everyday it was me who caused your heart to stop beating. I know I did not force the pills down your throat, but I offered you your death on a silver platter. May my remorse stop keeping me up at night during heart breaking remembrances. I still have the clothes you died wearing in my closet. I shall never throw them out… And the cemetery was perpetual… As I walked towards the exit all I saw was death. Death of many poor souls who should still be here being loved by many. Too much suffering in these burial grounds with too much remorse. All the reasons I am alive are all the reasons I should be gone. All the memories I carry of sorrow, are the countless times I needed to live. All the times I needed to live is when I deserved the worst. For I am nothing but a lost survivor of pain poured so purely in my essence. I am not worthy of a safe burial ground. I am not worthy of a beautiful grave. I deserve my ashes to be thrown over the bridge through the breeze and over the clouds. Maybe then I will find peace and an internal balance. I have no balance, just flashes of regret and anguish… And the cemetery was my hell… Date Written: May 15, 2016 For the Contest, And The Cemetery Was, Sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Dear child, we lost for you, America,
that apple pie, sprout from a tiny seed.
If you could find the hope of common need,
perhaps you'd save what was America,
from what's become a world of common greed.

Dear child, we lost for you, the dream of dreams,
we thought would always be; 'twould never end;
by now you've guessed, not everyone's your friend,
your apple pie's not always what it seems,
and hope is not what's just around the bend.

Dear child, we lost for you, the right to be,
the right to fly, the right to come and go;
the love of reaching out, to let it show,
your touching of a friend, in all you see,
this was America, but one you'll never know.
© Ron Wilson Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdpsa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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Ode to Mid-Life

So many years doing what I should
Daughter, sister, wife, mother
Expectations to meet, unrequited dreams to fulfill
Oh how exhausting it all proved to be

Stretching myself thin, reaching for the brass ring
Child, woman, seeker, believer
Knowing all my dreams were just around the bend
Always just around the bend

Is it any wonder I lost myself
Naive, hopeful, loyal, passionate
In time the girl I was found her voice again
To damnation with their expectations

A mid-life crisis they say
Foolish, anxious, emotional, angry
Not herself, just a phase to be endured
Oh how great was their surprise

Standing like an autumn maple
Strong, confident, colorful, true
Singing a familiar song not heard in decades
Finally rounding the bend

If a mid-life crisis it be, bring it on, I say
Dreamer, achiever, lover, friend
I am the butterfly emerged from sleep and ready to fly
Fly with me, see the beauty in life, or be left behind

Copyright © Laura Malmstrom | Year Posted 2010

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The story of two different highway drives
But it all amounts to a strive
The event is a Greyhound male bus Operator named Jeff
The Female Trucker being Jennifer
It was the California Highway 101
Just around the bend
Suddenly the bend came a when
The Female Trucker broke down on the side of the road
Then there was a behold, Greyhound Bus Operator Jeff pulled his bus right behind the Female Trucker’s trailer
Jeff approached Jennifer and asked, “Do you need some help?”
At first, Jennifer seemed skeptical that a Greyhound bus would stop on the side of the road to help somebody else in need
But the question became an answer in proceed
Now mine you, there were Greyhound bus passengers aboard, but the bus schedule was behind
Will this put Jeff in a bind?
Jennifer responded in an abrupt matter
But you will be surprised in what happened after
Jeff knew exactly what was wrong with the truck
After all, he once drove a truck before coming to Greyhound and was once a mechanic before that
In Jennifer’s mind, Jeff and the Greyhound bus having all the right tools
But Jen was no fool
Jen thanks and kissed Jeff on the cheek
The truck was fixed and ready in being complete
The Greyhound bus passenger’s all applauded, and stated, “Forget the Greyhound ride as we all just witnessed our own live movie love stride”
Jen then drove off onto highway 101
Jeff pulled off onto the highway informing the passengers that next stop will be Los Angeles, the final stop
The highway bringing maybe two hearts together
Yet it is a secret between the two
Now don’t look further into
This is not for us to pursue
As a finale, sometimes this is what love can do.

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2016

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Depression sucks

Depression sucks all rational thoughts from your brain
Body aches and it feels like an empty crumpled sack
Your heart grieves for many things and tries to keep up
When your brain starts cycling thoughts like a fast moving train

But depression doesn’t like to work alone he needs his friends
So he invites stress, anxiety, doubt and guilt to the party
Stress and anxiety are a couple one never far from the other
Doubt has no self-confidence and guilt is always just around the bend

You try to keep them out but they always find their way in
They never come to lift you up but to leave you feeling helpless
Rolling around in your head one fighting the other for their turn 
Stress is first then anxiety chimes in doubt follows but guilt usually wins

So the next time they want to come over and have a party in your head
Invite joy, happiness and contentment you can find them hanging out with Jesus
 They won’t even come over if they hear Jesus is there standing at the door
So Invite Jesus, he is always available and brings the best wine and bread

Copyright © Erin Soares-Anselmi | Year Posted 2014

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little feet

they run around the house
yet they do not utter a whisper...
they pit pat down the street with sweet grass on their mind
and never once complain of the hot concrete
they step on nails and tacks and thorns
yet never speak of the cuts and bruises
they come in all shapes
all sizes
and they all long for the soft sweet grass
that lay just around the bend
and the grass makes it all worth it

Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013

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Thirteen Wasn't Lucky

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Streams are running quickly and the snow’s still on the ground
When lightning strikes the mountains and there’s thunder all around.
It’s raining in the foothills and the water’s coming down.
It’s headed for the city, to the center of the town.

Bow rivers banks are swelling and the Elbows running high.
Them dark and heavy clouds just keep on hanging in the sky.
The waters coming fast now like a mighty rising tide.
There’s panic in High River and they flee at Sunnyside.

Farther on below where the Oldman meets the Bow
They’ll be rising up together building fury as they go
Into the South Saskatchewan just North of Grassy Lake.
The lowland folks are leaving with as much as they can take.

It’s pouring in the mountains and it’s pounding at the snow
Til there’s nothing left but water and there’s nowhere else to go.
Into the lakes and valleys and the rivers far below
In a rage of rushing rapids running wild into the Bow.

If you’re anywhere downstream by the river in the Hat
You’re gonna have to leave, there’s no quandary about that.
You can bag until you’re blue but that won’t help you in the end.
Mother Nature’s racing here, she’s just around the bend.

Thirteen wasn’t lucky for the lowlands in the south
The year the rains came raging, rivers foaming at the mouth.
When the big skies of Alberta open up both far and wide
You better take to running, you better find some place to hide.

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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hate them LOVE HANDLES

I am small
and gaining WEIGHT
from the chips that I had ATE
Just around the BEND(I can barely do that,FRIEND)
Gut around the MIDDLE while my nephew tells a RIDDLE
Exploding sudden  GAS  ,it came from my rotund ***
Chicks no longer LOOK at this unsightly SCHNOOK
as I eat my TWINKIE,the underoos are getting STINKY
What do men and women FEAR-besides an enema to the REAR?
unbearable stomach SIZE of a fatso that we DESPISE
Mother wants to give son TREAT by buying hamburger,Burger King SWEET
Dom Deluise has shown me the WAY to get more pound and flab
by expanding every DAY
Spaghetti and a MEATBALL to placate hunger and it's tasty CALL

Love handles is a feeling WHICH..
I quite fear,
life can be an unfair -ITCH!!

Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006

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The Last Leaf

The last leaf has fallen from the tree tumbling down it was so sad to see. For Autumn breezes had shook it free to join its brethren scattered about. Winter’s coming of that there’s no doubt the nights grow longer and it's cold out. And that one leaf was the last holdout clinging to life to the very end. It seemed to have a message to send hanging all alone without a friend. For winter was just around the bend and I thought it'd never let go. Winter winds are beginning to blow gathering gray clouds laden with snow. And as the first flurries start to show they cover all, in a downy white. The dead and dying hidden from sight winter approaches in all her might. And in preparation for this night the last leaf has fallen from the tree. (Rhyme) Dec. 11th. 2017

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017

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Where Does the River Run

O where does the river run
One thing I know is that it ever strolls
But, slow it does
Up ahead just around the bend

O where does the river run
I guess it runs where ever it wants
I heard it say in language babble 
Although any words were truly whispers lost among its amble

O where does the river run
Well, let me tell you... from
Out of sky to the setting sun
And beyond horizons line into the night

O where does the river run
This time for real, into my gentle mind it flows
From out of head, heart to toe
Coursing on and on through my life

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013

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The Game of Life

I remember when the world was spread
before me like a smorgasbord.
I knew that just around the bend
I'd find a prince with gleaming sword.

My path would be with roses strewn.
My prince would cut the brambles down.
The fleecy clouds in my bright sky
would hold no rain to tumble down.

I was a loved, protected child
with loved ones near to smooth the way,
so merrily I skipped along
with carefree thoughts the live-long day.

Quite suddenly the world was changed,
the cotton batting pulled away.
My prince was late, I was alone.
My life was in such disarray.

It was a rude awakening
to know I must depend on me.
"Why not?" I asked, "I have a head,
two hands, two feet, to eyes to see".

So with that thought, I set about
to see what would become of me.
I shined my sword of confidence
and set my sights on what would be.

It seemed I had the wherewithal
to live in the affirmative.
I found a job to pay my way
and learned I had a lot to give.

Now when my prince comes into view,
I'll run to meet him and he'll see
I have as much to offer him
as he might bring to offer me.

By: Joyce Johnson
Won a 2nd with this.
For Judy Konos' contest  "Monopoly The Game of Life"

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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Happy day after, our Cupid’s little arrow was thrust
To those with a new true love may it forever last
To those whom our little cupid cruelly passed bye
.Do not fret all you need is one big chocolate and candy blast
What is so great about a heart so fluttering you think you will die
Go out and treat yourself to all that is splendid in life
One never ever knows what's just around the bend
Who needs wanting to cut your heart out with a knife
Cupid at times can you to the madhouse send
So keep singing and dancing, and paint the town red
Be free as a bird and fly upwards alone yet fully content
And don’t worry if it is just for sex that you jumped into bed
Love brings huge grocery bills, noisy kids, landlords wanting rent
Who needs love, and those bloody moonbeams in your head
Who needs candlelight, when you're tired and your energy spent
Cupid’s arrow can at times hurt and even rip your soul apart 
Yes so much better to give this love stuff a mighty good pass
Or you will find that suddenly you no longer own your heart .

Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2012

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One tentative step,
then another, bolder,
breaching vastness

It is the resolute study of 
empty pages 
of a happy ending
to what is yet written

It is predatory bloodlust
too intense
and transcendent 
of the present.
Contracted muscles,
surging adrenaline,
narrowed vision,
and felled prey.
Everything else shrinks,
to nothing
'til time catches up.

It is an embrace,
fully ignorant,
but sweetly,
all that lurks,
lies in wait,
just around the bend
with a deceptive grace.

A plummet,
cascading free-fall,
awash in misty glee,
upheld by angel wings
and the river
over a cliff. 

Blinding swirling passions
but alive.
confident still.


Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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By Laura Dee Battle
April 4, 2015

The winter tale of impending doom 
The fear that looms behind the moon
Strongly displayed the pain that made me stay 
I never felt too brave until I died that day

Relay the phase of focused light into the darkest times
Make sense of every tear that drew your eyes to mine 
Don't justify the means I used in silver screens 
A shadow of the days when I was never seen

I hate to be cliche, what can I really say?
My story told a million times, a hundred thousand ways
Fast forward painful days in every intro scene 
Just watch a melancholy movie if you know what I mean

I thought the searing pain made me a special and unique 
I thought the silence made me wise; for days I wouldn't speak 
I want to find a reason why the brightest always seem to die 
But I could never shine inside those walls of mine 

I never really conquered; I rarely even came 
I was far too scared to change my given name 
I'm finding still the past is always here 
Tonight awaits to prey upon my every fear

Redemption waits in echoes of the coming years
Hope had always been the blade I used to hold so near
Haunting like a ghost that lived a better life
Looking to the sky to feel that loving knife 

Knowing that my destiny is just around the bend 
Still hoping for a better life my Angels would defend 
It all still seems so distant through these days of near defeat 
If I can just survive; I'll tell you where the echoes meet

Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2015

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Gathering Around On Holidays

Gathering around on holidays
Is a beautiful thing to do
Listening to the stories and jokes
Told by each one of you

Candles all lit through the house
As each couple sit together
Holding hands and sharing their love 
You can tell they love one another

Christmas tree lights lit up at night
For everyone to see, as they go by
Celebrating Jesus birthday, at this time
Is exciting to do, that I won't deny. 

Mistletoes hanging through the house
One I got caught standing under
And a kiss on the cheeks was given
By a guy much younger.

Christmas carols being played, too
wishing the season would never end
So excited to open their presents
with Christmas just around the bend.

© Melanie . All rights reserved, 8 hours ago

Copyright © Country Girl48 | Year Posted 2014

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Frozen precipice.
Just around the bend…watching.
The white valley rests.
Glistened by the noonday sun.
Famous mountain waters fall.

© August 5, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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Holiday Haiku

Labor Day 
summers last hurrah                       
smell it wafting on the breeze
grills are all ablaze


hot cider for ghosts
frost on the pumpkins tonight
jack-o-lantern grins


night before the feast
turkey takes off for the woods
with the pig in tow


santa swarms the skies
laden down with all those gifts
reindeer go on strike

New Years Eve

ball emblazoned drops
people shouting and lip locks
quickly making friends

New Years Day

resolutions made
fat man lights a cigerette
no intent has he

Valentines Day

lovers flowers give
promises of life to come
hearts to give away

St. Patricks Day

green beers floods the pubs
kiss me i'm irish shirts worn
hardly any are


chocolate bunnies rule
inside church the truth is told
roll the stone away

Memorial Day

let the sweet breeze in
summer just around the bend
weary faces smile

The 4th Of July

summer in full swing
crickets chirp their favorite tune
fireworks scan the sky

so it starts again
holidays for each season
lets laugh and enjoy!

** for Going Haiku Crazy contest sponsored by (Destroyer((Poet


Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010

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a random act of violence
testifying to my fear
a despairing silence
screaming in my ear
        evidence of frailty
        with malicious intent
        given by vile destiny
        as the sordid story went
disease lingers in the air
contaminating all beliefs
stealing more than its share
breeding detestable griefs
        an argumentative disaster
        hides just around the bend
        each calamity comes a bit faster
        there's never any end
life itself is a question
the answer ever elusive
the cause of all contention
nothing is ever conclusive
        we all struggle to survive
        and make the best of things
        too few of us ever thrive
        but we all hear when the bell rings

Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016

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Lover's Leap

Just around the bend
Hopes to blithely blend
Libidos vigorously ascend
Seeking Lover's dividend

Below, town lights the solemnity doth amend
Above, translucent stars romance suspend
Precipice, a lofty adventure doth portend
Surrounding shadows with suspense contend

Steamy moonbeams brew a spicy cumin
Stardust cloaks with a glittering resin
Orion's piercing arrows passion lend
Starry-eyed  lovers lap lust like gin

Floodlights dim in lover's cozy den
With a tender kiss carnal libations begin
Twining tendrils preen like a doting hen
Then in drunken revelry titillated parts spin

Charming potions stream from lamp of Aladdin
Enlightened hearts glow like a sparkling sequin
Tuned limbs perform their amorous requiem
Enjoined bodies in fatuous chorus sing carpe diem

Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2012

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Flash Freeze

Leaked excerpts from the journal of a
disgruntled federal, civil servant employee. 
These views and opinions are not shared by 
the Environmental Protection Agency.
These excerpts were made public by an anonymous source.

My knightly mission is to protect the air you breath,
keep you safe from all harm environmentally
But the new king, who was just sworn in,
said an endangered earth ain't nothing but liberal spin
He's gonna have those fracking machines
dig even deeper into the ground
Inject more and more waste water underneath
He said too much regulating ain't economically sound,
big business will get the economy back on it's feet
The king vowed they're gonna hit paydirt,
there's lots of oil soon to be found
Pump the profits up
by putting more poison in the ground
And the crops just cried a little more
because I couldn't unsheathed my sword
King put a muzzle on me and my scientific horsemen,
round tabled us with a work order freeze
There's a flash flood coming, a quake just around the bend ...
the earth's gonna open up and swallow us all in
Lord, please
forgive us for our sins
Flash freeze ... if they don't stop,
Ice Age soon to begin,
and we didn't care to know we brought it on ourselves
Custodians of the planet just got laid off,
as the mockers continue to scoff
Wonder what they're gonna think
when the land begins to stink
Vomiting oil all over the tainted soil
Flash freeze ... no more hiring
Help won't be on the way,
but this old knight will continue to pray
that our children will live to see a green day

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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By a Thread

Hold on to that fiber of hope you clench tightly in your grasp
It's worth struggling through the anguish and gloom that seems to last

Your mind won't let you believe it as your brain is stuck in the past
Believe in a rich life of tomorrow, and hope for peace to be vast

Life that is fulfilling waits just around the bend
but you must swim, not sink in sorrow as you allow your heart to mend

A fighter is one who prevails in a life of uncertainty
steadfast pushing forward when otherwise wishing to flee

Believe that your strength won't be wasted even though change is not so apparent
Change can't be hastened and isn't always miraculously sent

Those around seem void of understanding as if in deep slumber
not seeing the horrible spell they are under

YOU are the one who remains alert
Move forward, be strong and heal through your hurt

Copyright © Kimberly Palhegyi | Year Posted 2010

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Go Figure

Airplanes are falling out of the sky,
diseases are giving us new ways to die
Mothers hold your babies close, closer to you,
just never know when death might come strolling by

Systemic oppression causes cultural upheaval,
smiling faces make the lies look so believable
Fathers get your kids, teach them what they need to do
to survive in a world becoming increasingly evil

Low wages, high road rage mortality
Big credit debt, small bump in prosperity
Grandparents tell the children how this all ain't nothing new,
the way it was back then, is the way it now seems to be

Rumors of war is on the horizon, just around the bend,
neighbor spying on neighbor, friend spying on friend
Spouses grab on to each other, so love can get you both through
One day soon, the madness is all gonna come to an end

Go figure when, if you're smart enough, go figure how
The third act is nearly over, it's almost time to take a bow
Children listen to your parents; if not, your days are gonna be few
Go figure on how to enter in, hoping you're one heaven will allow

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016