Best Visionarypeople Poems
We stood hand over heart as the flag was unfurled
We were sheltered from the real world
All men are created equal is what they did teach
Never realizing, they don’t practice what they preach
Who said poor? We were rich beyond our dreams
Working to make ends meet, endlessly, it seems
There were Italians and Jews, Lithuanians and Greeks
Puerto Ricans and Poles, Germans and Dutch
No matter what your nationality or color was
We were neighbors. So, it didn’t matter much
I have memories of neighbors walking in our front door
Nobody knocking, just dropping in
I have memories of children playing on the parlor floor
Nobody judging the color of skin
Our riches were neighbors. Affluence carried no weight
We were sheltered from bigotry, sheltered from hate
God bless the children who knew neither hatred nor fear
God damn the people who brought those things here
When there is acceptance beyond what the eyes see
Then perhaps we can call this the land of the free
When there is truly no master and truly no slave
Then perhaps we can call this the home of the brave
We need to see the unity we’ve not had in the past
If we continue to hate, our country can’t last
If the American people can stand side by side
Then we can restore our American pride
When we stand together, again we’ll be strong
And we can be sheltered from all that was wrong
All of us have many dreams
too numerous to mention,
could we be living another life
in some unknown dimension.
Suppose that we transcend this life
to a place we have always been,
and upon our return the human brain
must interpret what we have seen.
It maybe my imagination
but after a good nights rest,
shouldn't we be bright and alert
and at least at our very best.
Most people awake in the morning
looking as though they're half dead,
they moan and groan about aches and pains
but they haven't been out of their bed.
If a dream world is there it's forever
a place where time doesn't exist,
where the past and the future combine
in a place we can all co-exist.
Dreams seem as real as anything
we meet people we don't even know,
sometimes we see things happen
in the future or from long ago.
The energy we use while sleeping
is equal to when we're awake,
what makes it more amazing is
we consider this a break.
Science says there is no proof
that sleep keeps the body alive,
the necessity is dreaming
without which we cannot survive.
In the land of the free
What has gone wrong
From the thirteen States
Where is the song
The song that united
A people so free
From the land of so many
In downward spiral spree
Of resources so vast
In lands so spread
What has driven this nation
To tomorrow dread
Employment is so important
As it allows families to grow
They may not become rich
But in their garden, they sow
In this modern world
Where we are in chemical shine
We have to look after our health
Not just yours, but mine
The People have Spoken
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We must reduce our Nuclear Cause
Because its not right for us
We have to be loyal to us Americans
For it deters us to cuss
We must look to our neighbours
If we can sort out the above
Pat each other on the back
Then we no longer shove
We must look to tomorrow
And reduce conglomerate gain
Because in our free America
They increase our strain
We must look to foreign policy
For we are a nation of mix
Our talking starts today
For our future fix
We must look to the White House
As we elect them in
We must never be judgemental
On their colour of skin
We must look to the future
Through the most beautiful of hues
Our future is our health
Or is it Down Payment Blues
We must look to the heavens
If we are religious or what
We don't want to look on our past
As forget me not
Listen to the People
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Inspired by AC/DC's " Down Payment Blues "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america-2.php
Poor thing was such a worrier
Over every little thing
Tell her any bit of news
Expect the third degree
Endless nights she would spend in prayer
For answers to the problems
The running joke around the town
Avoid being Betsy’s burden
Betsy was the sweetest soul
You would ever want to meet
Always first to help someone
If ever there was a need
Despite poor Betsy’s goodness
Her worry voided reason
She would drive a soul plum crazy
Your problem became her burden
One early Sunday afternoon
Before the choir rehearsed
The people of the church house
Started to get concerned
Betsy never did show up
To lift her voice in song
A member of the choir set out
To find out what was wrong
They found her by her bedside
Still in place to pray
In offering up a prayer to God
He took her home to stay
Only thing that could explain
Her death while still in prayer
That God himself was finally tired
Of hearing her always pray
Some people take upon them
To be a pillar of strength
Betsy was that person
But her burden did defeat
Be careful of the task you chose
So it does not destroy you
Just like the problem
That done one in
Known as Betsy’s burden
I HATE
I hate to say I understand some ones pain knowing I really have no clue.
And I hate trying to give them advice when I know I wouldn't know what to do.
I hate saying its going to be okay when I myself is doubting it in my mind.
And I hate asking millions of questions when I know the answers are hard to find.
I hate to pry into someones personal space even thou I know a hug is needed.
And I hate to fuel the fire of emotions by accident because I don't want to feed it.
I rather not be the one held responsible when someone's world comes tumbling down
And I hate to be the person that catches the after shock but I'll always be around.
I hate to say it doesn't matter when I know deep down inside it really does.
And I hate make people dwell in the past because this is the way it is and that's the way it
was.
I hate to see people sob even thou it doesn't move me enough to make me want to cry.
And I hate to see people who hate life so much that it would make them want to die.
I hate to see that ignorance is still being birth in a country who lives off of being diverse.
And I hate to think that we came along way in these hundreds of years just to disperse.
I hate that it takes drastic measures to bring people together as one.
And I hate that people no longer have the attitude of what's done is done.
I hate that people now have to take things to the next level when it could easily be dropped.
And I hate that if your walking down the street innocently your life could now be stopped.
I hate that kindness is now taken for weakness so people are taking advantage of others.
And I hate when fathers don't take care of their responsibility and the same goes for
mothers.
Logic dear watson
self fulfilling
we dont always recognise ourselves in the mirror
we dont always see society reflected back through one person
historical figure crying
worst case scenario
predict the worst and its a conspiracy
if you nail too many on the head
will you be rewarded a saint
for gifting with good to offset threefold?
knowing people will eventually believe
then get tangled in your strings
hypnotised by prophecy
like a wonderful dreamer
self fulfilling
in the midst of the mindset
understanding the average person doesnt have time to factor
the psychology
of how do i prevent this
deter people from dieing like that
the riddle eventually undone
insight into the spiritual illness
hindsight thrown into the future
i caught it
but yet half the disaster
is an oxymoron of blind leading the blind
into not making that mistake
learning a different way
we human beings seem to be doomed
to learn everything the hard way
moth to a flame
won't listen
cause its too unreal
no way to prove it
but a true prophet
how do i word this
realises, its not simply kiss and tell
theres a lot of mess to consider if he or she cares at all
One prophet in history plays the victom
changes everything
another found another way to conceal a deeper message
the game of prophetic tag continues
stealing the show of doom and gloom
somewhere out there the story continues
with the sleeping prophet
the margine is there
just because it eventually happens in time
the struggle not noticed
one action
one word
the two come together
the pieces will fit
and in this way the world will uncover a reason for it all
the three come together
the setting son with no mind of his own
noticed and freed from the three historical life lessons
3 perfect lives
to make the final example
and perfect it all
god's plan could happen to you
I'm the false
retiring from my narcisus throne
game onto level two
designer brainwash
don't say you didnt know
I've seen many a-man dressed in blue
Looking out just like you
But you must see things differently
'Cos he is just the same as me
Isn't he?
I've met many a-girl in green
Going to where you have been
But you must be going somewhere differently
'Cos she's in the right place to be
Isn't she?
Well can't you just let people be
Who they are not what you see
I guess it's all in your mind
But if you'd look you would find
A way to be kind
I've known many a-friend in black
In some things you both lack
But you must move a little differently
'Cos it's the same way we all flea
Don't we?
I've heard many a-one in white
Talk about how you fight
But you must listen differently
'Cos you both have the same plea
To me
Well can't you just let people be
Who they are not what you see
I guess it's all in your mind
But if you'd look you would find
A way to be kind