The world seems to work in mysterious ways
Light from the candle can hold darkness at bay
I feel this new purpose not like anything before
I feel this new peace grow I reach out for more.
Life today seems much like a high wire act
Staying the course for there’s no turning back
Trying to move forward without looking down
It’s such a long way back down to the ground.
Life presents problems yet there’s always a way out
The candle lights the way past the shadows of doubt
The sun always returns from the darkest of nights
Giving us another chance to perhaps get things right.
Life is what you make of it if first you have hope
Faith provides the strength so you are able to cope
As the world still changes peace grows inside me
Balance, faith and hope become the tools to be free.
So I close my eyes and dream of something better
Just because it’s rains you don’t have to get wetter
I search for the meaning of what life is about
It always seems to provide another way out.
Its time to build a new society.
This world will be full of people the last didn't deserve,
a world that together we can protect and conserve.
There will be no weapons testing,
love is the only thing worth investing.
A world free of crime,
where children can feel safe at bedtime.
There will be no such thing as the boogie-man,
no one getting rich from the rediculous price of an oil can.
We will grow our own food,
useless commodities will no longer be valued.
This is the world of my dreams,
a world that will never exsist or so it seems.
They were babies wanting love, longing for comfort, scared yet ready for the world.
Instead they were born just to tiny. They couldn't survive they were born now just
fighting for there lives.
There were oxygen tubes and feeding tubes; IVs in there tiny veins that was all anyone
could see no one saw the tiny hope beating in there chest. No one understood that the
preemie could understand more than just the pain and suffering that was all around it
But they understood. They understood a world they were curious about that someone was
fighting to save there life
They understood there was a mother and father never leaving there side The preemie
understood much more in a world were they were thought to have understood nothing at all.
They were babies wanting love, longing for comfort, scared yet ready for the world.
Instead they were born just to tiny. They couldn't survive they were born now just
fighting for there lives.
There were oxygen tubes and feeding tubes; IVs in there tiny veins that was all anyone
could see no one saw the tiny hope beating in there chest. No one understood that the
preemie could understand more than just the pain and suffering that was all around it
But they understood. They understood a world they were curious about that someone was
fighting to save there life
They understood there was a mother and father never leaving there side The preemie
understood much more in a world were they were thought to have understood nothing at all.
I must have closed my eyes it seems,
for the world I once knew, feels like a far off dream!
Chaos seems to rule the day,
I don't see it getting better, yet I still pray!
I pray for guidance and not just for me,
but for all the leaders of every nation to open up their hearts and not just their eyes to
see!
The world is like water in a pot that is about to boil,
all because of the greed for the necessity of our addiction to oil!
It is hard to imagine how man survived without the technology that we now use,
maybe this technology we have today we all abuse!
The only time we walk now is for exercise, and not as a have to,
have we all stood back and allowed things to happen and now we must pay our dues?
Has our backbone become rubber and bends with the wind,
no intestinal fortitude as I shiver at the sound of the word “my friend.”
To turn back the years would be such relief,
as I look to future with abandonment and grief!
If every man could examine himself and honestly repent,
and ask for mercy, that can only be from Heaven sent!
Maybe, just maybe if it could be done,
God could postpone sending down His only Son!
Laying there on that hospital bed,
I don't see happiness, I see sickness instead.
I see their once happy faces filled with pain,
Such pain that they can hardly say their name.
Their bodies are broken down,
Yet the illness fails their spirit drown.
Their strength surpasses their illness,
They choose to show themselves as painless.
Their families hope for a miracle from the heavens,
They no longer yell in anger, their voice now softens.
The world only looks through a window,
They do nothing, they don't suffer the sorrow.
All that is taught in school and church is forgotten,
The only help comes from a monetary bargain.
The world shows its true cold face,
The teachings of love it fails to embrace.
Business is made out of the illness and pain of others,
Everyone is on their own, we were never brothers.
The world is a cold place for ill children,
Their world the sun seldomly brightens.
Yet their calls for help are ignored,
Many die, their medicines they could not afford.
I never meant a world so cold; with so much hate and nothing to hold.
Who am I, just another story untold.
As time goes by; I watch my life unfold.
No one said this world was so cold.
No friends, no family but still I am bold.
My head up high; at night I may cry.
So many words yet still I can't speak.
Now I know what my mom tried to teach:
"What goes around, comes around".
Yet still I can't reach the peak in my happiness that no one can teach.
What happened to the joy in my speech.
No one ever said this world was so cold.
The hate,the lies, the sad goodbyes.
Then the moment comes when death arrives.
We run our life with so many lies.
Hearts were broken and envy in our eyes.
We kill, we cheat yet we still can't hide the emotions that we fill inside.
No one ever said this world was so cold.
Filled with so many goodbyes.
I’m standing in the water
As my tears they fall like rain
I look upon the world
I feel the depth of pain
Hope to make a difference
So I will not play the game
I’ll sit upon the bench
Coach please don’t call my name
I do so for a victory
For the rules they are so mean
It’s time we all do join
Become a kindness team
We and only we…can do this
It is our job you know
Hope that I do see it
Before I have to go
True change happens one person at a time; remember if you change you have
changed the world by one.
I have held the child and crestfallen
been. I have seen the face of famine
its peevish and sullen glare, a face
with hollow eyes and missing smile.
Of slow and ambling gait it drags
its cloak of misery and despair with
neither thought nor care.
It hands out pain and poverty in ever
increasing portions, disease and total
depredation flow in streams of human
sadness. Hearts and souls are reaped
in the squander of man's neglect, as
the child's cry is drowned in the open
apathy of fellow man.
Monies donated often lost or misspent,
policies adopted constantly fail, ideals
concealed in hidden agenda's, dreams
smitten by the sword of avarice and
greed.
The West sits astride the mountains
of surplus commodities to maintain
price levels, as the arms trade to the
third world flourishes bestowing
more grief and suffering.
It is beyond belief that in Africa
green oasis's were created so that
the World cup could take place, and
yet in other areas a field of corn or
wheat is still wanting.
Human we are humane we are not,
somewhere in the jungle of priorities
we are lost. Yes I know tonight I will
sit and eat my fill in comfort, maybe
a dessert of guilt.
I open my eyes, and what do I see?
A world of fear, and misery to be.
A place where me, comes far before they.
A place where little of kindnes, comes into play.
I shake my head, and return to the book.
Read the instructions, before which, we once all shook.
The instructions are plain, nothing complex to fear.
Why we do not apply them to life, isn’t quite clear.
Fairness, and honor, all words that do shine.
A world of such thoughts, yes it would truly be fine.
Can darkness of heart be such a high?
That makes it worth while to see others cry.
Children so broken, die by the score.
Those with nothing, need so little more.
A pandemic of hate, greed, and abuse of the gift.
It was meant for all, their spirits to lift.
The word ‘great’ belongs only to He.
The rest we are equal, and meant to be free.
So I ask us to plant a virus so pure.
A pandemic of love which spreads to each shore.
If we all give a little, we still will have more.
Societies pyramid which stand on it’s point.
Unstable, and cruel, and fails to annoint.
Balance, and fairness, these be the goal.
All food which is clearly good for the soul.
We watched the first trapped miner rise to light,
and marveled at the cable and the wheel,
how mountain might release essential night
to rebirth, on TV – as good as real.
We marveled at the cable and the wheel
a world of nations rigged to save a man
to rebirth, on TV as good as real,
and 32 besides. The footage ran –
a world of nations rigged to save a man.
But eyes grow weary, we gave up the watch,
and 32 besides. The footage ran
without us, engineering notch by notch.
Our eyes grew weary. We gave up the watch
and went to bed with prayers for 32
without us. Engineering, notch by notch;
a wife’s brave smile; the sleepless rescue crew –
who’d go to bed, with prayers for 32,
while mountains might let loose essential night?
A wife’s brave smile, the sleepless rescue crew
watching the last trapped miner rise to light.
I spread my wings in majestic flight
As I show the world my pride
On the brink of extinction, I made it back
Though many before me died
Hunted for trophies, I don't know why
For years we didn't stand a chance
But you paid attention and gave us your heart
And together the world took a stance
I'm here to say thank you for not letting us die
Your friend the eagle, the king of the sky
Tomorrow is the first day of my life
Today is the last
For I shed all of my past
Hopes, fear, dreams are cast
Aside
My pride...
Are gone
My hear t was broken
No words are spoken,
Just tears and sighs
Where and why’s?
Silently
Are shed
No more, the joy of waking up
A tender kiss, a morning cup
Of sweetness, honey filled lips
Fluttering eyes and fingertips
Gentle caress
Bodies press
No more...
But life goes on
New wars are won
I face the world anew.
This much is true
My world
My life
Reborn...
under His wings i'm safe and secure...while the world's in confusion still i am sure
under His wings i've got freedom to fly...His liberty spans from darkness to light from day into night from black into white from wrong into right
under His wings i'm abounding with joy...i'm never the devils wind up toy
once a sinner and a slave
now a soldier and a saint
under His wings my pain disappates...He lights up my steps and He shows me the way
under His wings there's peace now 4ever...the devil thinks he's clever while he's pushing those buttons and pulling those levers
while the wicked world gets rocked and rolled by devastation and doom those whirlwinds and twisters they don't get me moved
under His wings i'm blessed and never cursed...rhyme after rhyme and verse after verse
angels sing and demons scream...while the world decays and slowly dies...
under His wings...i stay in the light
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i don't know what to think anymore.
what to belive what to say.
It's like everything in the worlds gone cold.
their no love just hate.
i walk in the streets all i see is sadness,pain even suffering.
Why must the world be soo cruel?
why?
why must everybody suffer?
They say love is what makes the world go round.
Take a look outside.
Tell me what you see.
Hopes & dreams falling to the ground.
This isn't the world i was born into to.
Their use to be life,happiness,laughter.
Well im not giving up, not now.
I will never let hope die.
God put me in into this world for a reason.
I found my reason.
Maybe, its time for you to find yours.
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