LET GO
Drift away to the land of distant peace
Let go of your stress and many worries
As though they were nothing but old wax
Forever melting like a burning candle
Give no thought to those who upset you
They are not worthy of your allegiance
Nor can they be understanding allies
Let them go away with their hostilities
Let go of all your strong fears
They need not control your life
Be not a coward when fears attack
Regardless of their appearances-Let Go!
"With great Power comes great Responsibility"
What is power? What is a responsibility?
I ask these questions daily.
Is power a synonym? For Rich or Witch?
Or is a whole nother thing which we cant just seem to itch?
If people with powers have responsibilities why don't they serve them?
when they come across people of the less they just kick and ignore them.
"- great responsibilty " is true I must say that
But how come the people with POWER have to have that?
Trusted people, who are loyal and kind. but because they have a different skin just makes then "one of you're kind!"
The kind should have the power not the rich or poor.
its the LAND OF THE FREE so why can't we do more!
The people with power abuse it greatly, so is that why everywhere is a danger lately?
Im young and responsible but I have no power.
But the old man with money has a pool, workers, and loads of POWER!
If great power gives you great responsibilities,
how come the people with power cause nothing but great hostilities
"With great power comes great responsibilty" was what a very wise man once said.
Maybe the rich need to get that in there f----ing head.
Have been on a journey to here and now,
and I arrived to a place of serenity.
I follow the peaceful calm path of Tao,
and developed a distinct pure identity.
I like my journey and my life,
though, I have felt life's knife.
I have collected many sad regrets,
things said in anger and all those things left unsaid.
Sadness for life's lost including my pets,
on many graves and red roses my tears have bled.
But, God I did my very best,
oh, please grant my soul rest.
I have great hope for my future on earth,
as I know my path forward and destination.
Will treasure each day and each given breath,
my future life will be of my own creation.
There will be no hostilities,
or impossibilities.
The Knicks parade was on TV
And that was close enough for me.
I cannot even blame my age;
I’ve hated crowds at any stage.
Yet for the celebrants, most young,
They loved it all, to be among
Their fellow fans, all there to cheer
Their favorite moment of the year.
To see their heroes and unite,
No politics, which might incite
Divisiveness, so very wrong
When fans all seem to get along.
The festive spirit will not last,
For from examples in the past,
We know it isn’t “if” but “when”
Hostilities will rise again.
Why don’t we act decisively when we go to war
Why don’t we crush the enemy
The enemy is trying to crush us
What on earth are we waiting for…
… Pauses, short ceasefires, humanitarian aid
all allow the enemy to regroup
and come back stronger than ever
What on earth are we waiting for…
There’s a detail we’ve overlooked here.
a little tiny detail
Perhaps one ceasefire can lead to another
And another, and even a cessation of hostilities, who knows
And perhaps, just perhaps, we can save dozens, hundreds
~ even thousands of lives
Its a strange and solemn peace.
The kinda peace found after wartime, except it’s a war you lost. Turmoil still short behind but there is relief to be found in the end.
The fighting is over. All hostilities ground to a halt.
Life can move on.
From the ashes of what once was, decimated and desolate,
The new arise.
A time of possibility, but not yet hope.
A faint glimmer in the rubble. Could be a coin, could be a piece of broken glass or metal. You either got a weeks bread or a cut finger.
I wander on, sack on my shoulder, cigarette in my mouth and nary a sigh on my breath nor tear on my cheek.
Ive no more tears to shed. No more sighs to expel.
The peace is firm yet hollow,
It seems these days I’ll take the empty peace to a chaotic existence.
Wander on, lonesome seeker.
Perhaps the horizon holds what I seek, perhaps it holds only despair.
But still I wander on because I’ll never know til I get there.
Life comes as it goes
It is designed as it flows
The easiest parts
Come with the hardest darts
Aiming from all directions
Guiding you on your next connections
To strengthen your soul
And navigate through the celestial pole
An everlasting journey
That will reveal itself like a ferny
Come to discover your hidden abilities
It will cleanse any hostilities
From the depths
I rise!
No longer feeling the pain
Having been through it and coming out sane
It’s a hard knock life as they will say
Keeps coming at me every single day
Protecting my thoughts from being taken away
It comes as it goes and it will become a surprise
From the depths I rise!
Will continue to pray for strength
To battle these demons through a multi wavelength
Keeping them at bay
Rinses my soul off of harms way
No matter how many times the rain dries
From the depths I rise!
Not knowing how or where I will go
I will continue to flow
To the sound of my heartbeat
As the wind blows through me
Wiping away my tears from my eyes
From the depths I rise!
No longer hurt in fear
Does not matter if the end is near
It will always be blue skies
From the depths I rise!
Have been on a journey to here and now,
and I arrived to a place of serenity.
I follow the peaceful calm path of Tao,
and developed a distinct pure identity.
I like my journey and my life,
though, I have felt life's knife.
I have collected many sad regrets,
things said in anger and all those things left unsaid.
Sadness for life's lost including my pets,
on many graves and red roses my tears have bled.
But, God I did my very best,
oh, please grant my soul rest.
I have great hope for my future on earth,
as I know my path forward and destination.
Will treasure each day and each given breath,
my future life will be of my own creation.
There will be no hostilities,
or impossibilities.
Whenever you apply
Yourself, always remember
You're it, rely
On talents, center
On your abilities
Making that legal-tender,
Remember your responsibilities
Ultimately you'll deny
Disabilities, all hostilities.
Footsteps echo in the corridor of doubt
A thoughtless mind in lasting drought
Dried up thoughts = washed up habits
Habits sprint like wild jackrabbits
Peaking like a vicious storm crashing ashore
Spreading like a wind-blown poisonous spore
Quick to arrive and leave like molasses
An IV drip through jade-colored glasses
Finally absent with absconded talent
An effort must be made which is gallant
Habitual company was a psychological ally
Fool’s gold with cratering lows and smile so wry
Laborious efforts chased away idiosyncrasies
Stillness in idle dimensions begins to squeeze
Echoes turn to laughter then escalate to shouting
Distinctive accents with tunnel vision spouting
Usher the consigliere back to increase productivity
Compulsive companion whispering notes of creativity
Sweet surreal thoughts return to illuminate possibilities
Cautiously withdraw avoiding cloak and dagger hostilities
WORLD WAR THREE
Yes, the noise is all about planes and tanks
Frontline hardware, as was always the case
But in reality, it’s cheaper timely innovation
It’s the third world war – of disinformation
The human story, a soldier’s strained face
But the backroom boys may get little thanks
There will be coverage of both side’s forces
With systems operators hacking crucial sites
And coming up fast from the rear, is A.I
And self-navigating drones flown just to spy
The treasure is in destroying more terabytes
Less about military, it’s intelligence sources
There will always be gunfire and casualties
It is expected, featuring well on TV news
But when national I.T systems are failing
The public response is much angry wailing
There won’t ever be enough repair crews
One then looks internally for the hostilities
There will of course, be many who’ll die
But a designer virus will be more extensive
Power supply probably the first to stumble
Then healthcare, while politicians fumble
And all along, modern war is less expensive
Yet with constant naivete, we wonder why
“Time is money
It’s a sign that you worked all night
A sense that you did everything right.
And a life sentence, that keeps you awake all night
Time is money
The longer you work, the efficient hours you’ll be paid,
And rewarded, with a raise
Time is money
Your time was never a possibility, but rather a probability
Of whether or not you’ll actually have a chance of remarkabilty
Or, a configuration to be paid, a way to end your hostilities
Time is money
Your debt was never meant to be paid, but to be made
Up until time is what never seems to be of aide
Time is money”
A dying humanity,
Broken minds and souls.
Steeped with profanity,
And ill-gotten goals.
Some stuck on stupid,
From tales of the past.
No modern day Cupid,
Can make your love last.
Blood, slings, and arrows,
Are cast to and fro.
Our sympathy narrows,
While hostilities grow.
A barrage sown with hate,
No one can defend.
We soon tempt our fate,
With an uncertain end.
Lest hope springs eternal,
We're destined to fall.
Just another sad journal,
And the death of us all.
My friend, put a pause on throwing punches.
There's no use holding on to petty grudges.
It's much easier to breathe with feuds ended.
Always accept an olive branch, if extended.
It doesn't matter the cause of dissension;
Douse the scorching flame of contention.
Forget who threw the poison dart first.
Avoid fueling the fire with an outburst.
Give who wronged you chance to make amends.
No sir, you two don't have to become friends.
Don't worry yourself with friendship plans.
You don't even have to meet or shake hands.
Toss your ego aside and be the bigger person;
Resolve brewing hostilities lest they worsen
And simply just let bygones be bygones.
They are only pros to doing so, no cons.
A train stopped in search of termius,
Pondering maybe its losing way
As the armed hostilities traumatic at
the battle grounds
Trying emancipation and liberation of
Indians in blood and color ,
but english in taste and morals
they divide and partition
they conquer and exploit
As every menacing hurricane that was
meant to be the end of all ended in
sunshine.
Our soverign state profiliates dawn to dark. A gravy train is a gift ,
of our fighters from promised lands
The nations walking in their mighty
way shown.......in their mighty way
shown
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