Best Philosophycare Poems
Gotta be me.
No one else.
I tried to be,
Someone's clone,
And it gave me an uneven tone.
Gotta be me.
I don't care if you don't like it.
I don't care if you strike it.
This is my life.
And I can't hitchhike it
I probably tried to be you,
But it's not true to me.
I tried to be people in my family.
I can't do that either.
Gotta be me.
Whether it sends you colorless chills,
Or give you scarlet fever.
Gotta be me.
It makes me free,
To be only,
Who I wanna and gotta be,
Me.
4-23-11
It amazes me
To this day
With all the murders
And all the hate
With all the evil that is done everyday
That I still have tears to shed
That I still feel compassion
That I still hurt inside for those affected
I was afraid
I might become numb
That I may no longer care
That I would become used to it
Thankfully not,
Thankfully I do still feel
I do still hurt
I do still shed tears of sorrow
I do still have compassion
I do still care
I was worried I had lost my humanity
As it turns out
I just temporarily misplaced my sanity
Eric (and sometimes not)
The Seldom way we walk
We walk upon a fine line of care
Of put myself out there and clinging to my share
, of like me like you, and love all living things
because they have feelings too
True?
That women hold us gently from the depths of their souls
and men reach out and touch our souls softly
That everything we feel is what we feel for those
They know its what I've chose
That it all comes from within
That when we tell , men and women that they are great and and they are good
With conviction we say that are words are to be believed
Because all we want to do is to give and to recieve
Once someone has totally invested in us
With faith in ourselves and in Jesus a strong belief we release back into the world the love
and care they have shown us
We pray along with hope that those who have loved us shall be loved and cared about in
return
and whats left is a little bit of fear that we use to patrol us not hurt ourseles or any other
living being
Mortal:
Why does one care about my well being.
I am but one mortal in deaths keep.
I am but one mortal in poverties garden.
So why does one care about my opinion.
I am but the strings on a puppet,
Not even worth mentioning.
So why does one care about the tears I shed,
Upon this baron world.
I am but a speck of sand,
In its desert.
So why, o, why wise one.
Wise one:
“Because you are a mere mortal,
That I care.
And it only takes one pure speech, and devotion, to
Change this hellish land into a thing of beauty.”
* “it takes a Civilization, to destroy the world
And it takes a Civilization to nurture it.
But it takes one mortal to inspire that nurturing care and spread it like wild fire upon the
land"
* i made that up