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I look into the darkness of the deep water.
Its brightness glows in the moonlight of the night.
As I touch it with my hand it reflects the open circles.
Of its ever increasing emotions.
On the sides the grass is growing short.
I watch it as it reaches the highest point of the sky.
On my wings I fly making my way to you.
There are things we each must do.
My wings are heavy my heart is sad.
I know my lifes end is almost near.
But I never had any fear.
For you have always been near.
I have always accepted the truth.
About the way it was with me and you.
Always we were meant for each other.
We always knew we would always be lovers.
Times are strange the future always bleak.
I worship the day when I awaken from my sleep.
My dreams are bright the colours bland.
The nightmares make me hate this land.
The air is strange the smell is fear.
I feel something bad is coming near.
Your call from the wild I cannot hear.
Why do I hold your faith in our love so dear.
My time is shorter even more now
I know I wont ever see you again somehow.
And in the distance I see you far away
Your embrace I will remember always.
Your eyes glow bright in my mind.
I know for our children we did our best.
They became beautiful when they flew the nest.
You look for me but you cannot find
I wanted your embrace one last time.
Maybe we will once again be man and wife.
No regrets no bad times we always found.
Now I leave you I fall to the ground
I break my body you don’t hear the sound.
My spirit rises I watch you below.
And now you pick me up.
You look up and my smile you see.
You stroke my wings and whisper I love you.
Then you fly on the wind to roam alone.
An Eagle to fly across the sea.
One day you will come home to me
I'm on a ride back to nowhere.
Back where I started from.
Where the ring of truth goes round in circles.
And you just end up a bum.
I've spun my wheels till there's no tread.
Sung for my meals just to get fed.
I'm looking for a place to start without a glimpse of hope.
Somewhere where I can trace my heart to the last knot on the rope.
My bag of tricks to pick up chicks, I gave up years ago.
My reputation, I tried to fix, but you know how it goes.
The absolute of yesterday's all anybody knows.
And now my lifes a patch work quilt of someone elses clothes.
I'm on the road to better days if I can find my way.
From where the past left me aghast with nothing left to say.
My hopes and dreams hung on moonbeams are fading in the sun.
Life's not alway's just what it seems when your living on the run.
Maybe someday the air will clear so I can finally see.
That over there away from here, I'll come to know it's me.
That pulls the strings when the truth rings of what was meant to be.
And this bird fly's up to the sky's to finally be free.
The mystic sits down, in a yogic pose.
The chelas sit too, where energy flows.
The words were spoken, that inspired all.
To choose for the good, and to heed the call.
On their lifes mission, they would oft reflect.
On their masters words, and what he'd expect.
The guidance they knew, would help them to reach.
The height of their craft, for one day to teach.
So simple and pure, the lessons were learned.
The ones that raised up, not the ones that burned.
The myths and stories, of the good and bad.
the difference between, the happy and sad.
There is a reason, they chose the right,
One way is darkness, the other is light.
To stand to the line, no other choice I find'
That sand is where, the truth must now dare.
The earth having been ever the same
Since dawn of time, too fleet lifes wane'
I never drew this line untrue'
Articles of conflict; yet along it grew!
It was devised by perjured souls,
Who rail at eterity and Freedom whole
I say be glad your not their kin'
Their truth is lies, much steeped in sin!
The blackest circle of hell reserved I say
For such as who, devise these ways
To waylay truth, to twist pervert
I say resist these lies divert
Imagine to be born of them.?
Unfeeling almost anderiod; alien men
What woman could with such Congress?
All thought all input recoils, in complete digress.!
action brings reaction
there actions have always
course our ugly reaction
I wonder what they think
when they lie to us
I wonder how they feel
when they see us protesting
from the beginning they have
being wild to us
they have never cared about
our life
not even our future mean
nothing to them
since there actions
are so sow
our reaction becomes
unstoppable
actions brings reaction
there actions are dirty
there words are never true
on there desire lies alot
manipulation on our lives
they don't care about us
there action says so
we have been fooled for
a very long time
so now our reaction are
not pretty any longer
action brings reaction
before they got to power
alot promises flow through
their lips
they gave us alot hopes
they made us trust believe
and understand that through
there governance our hopes
will be well fulfilled
yet their reality is a fasle
either is our lifes better
by their actions of greed
deceit and political brutality
so when you see our reaction
when you see the people crazy
in every protest
in every chant and struggles
of freedom
don't judge or either blame us
we have been abuse a long time
we have been a victim all this year's
and now their actions push us
to the reactions you see today
action bring reaction
how could you expect respect
from us
when your actions are evil
how could you expect same
support from the people like before
when all what you promised
was a fat lie
I just wonder what you expect
from us if not this protest
if we are bad in your opinion
please before you condemn?
our struggles for survival
check your actions
then if you got a conscience
you will see so clearly that your
actions brings
the reactions you fear in us
today!
Destitute is the productive, empty lives
who Garner the plain
with heavy chains and a directive, pain.
Stone on stone they lay, the bedrock,
of their own, unheralded graves.
Each day a March of the little death,
terra-families in bondage to circumstance
until last breath.
Until Lifes taskmaster calls them asunder.
Until each ghosts the valley as a piece of it's render.
Rending afar into the forgotten memory
and silent voice of the landscape.
It being soul witness; sole attorney with a grimace,
to opine upon the court of the stars.
Ironic to be in the construction
of their own destruction,
of death in craftsmanship.
Servile-letting,
of whip, a chorusing,
coralling
into the building,
of the Tomb of another.
A demon king, Son of Sun basking.
Plumblined into their lives
as a heavier burden than stone.
Fortune-masking. Jeweled in fasting.
From the Valley of the Kings.
When they shall be. Redeemed. Everlasting.
Loss after loss
Day after day
All i can do.is pray pray pray
Lifes are beginning others are ending
A lot of senseless crimes being committed
I really dont get it
I dont understand
Why is this world ??
Getting more and more cruel
What do we need to do
Its a cry out
We need you Lord
This world is not on one accord (on one accord )
(Repeat 1x)
Tears and tears are being shed
Not enough is being said
Why are so many mislead
Or are we not listening
There is a difference
When you hear and understand
Crystal clear
Dont fear
Hes on our side
And with his rules
We shall abide
Seek and you shall find
But not always in mankind
Trust him beyond measures
His blessings are your treasures
Its a cry out
We need you Lord
This world is not on one accord (on one accord )
(Repeat 1x)
Bridge
We are in need
Lord we plead
The world need your help we cant do it by ourself.
Its a cry out
We need you Lord
This world is not on one accord (on one accord )
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
07/13/2026
Riding on the train
Trying to make it to my destination
Getting on board with different people
Feel like a replacement,
Each stop gives you a sense of direction
If you miss yours,its a hint of rejection
Its a blessing
You get there on time
You may not have a seat
But you.dont look behind
For your not blind
Or you clearly dont want to see
That you could be next to someone who are going through misery
They feel as if life couldnt get any more tears to be set free
Is it me, the only one who notices,
Have we honestly lost all our focuses
All we have left is hope and its
Seem like its slowly fading
Somedays awaiting
People on the train asking for help
We never reach.out a hand because we stuck on self
Id rather.have wealth in my heart than in my mind
Id rather make make someone smile anytime
Talking talking in the spirit
Helping being a change i can feel it
Crowds and crowds of people getting off and getting on
Carrying loads of heavy luggage
God youve made,them strong
Youve given them strength
Their lifes not so drinched
The strong are able to survive
they start appreciating you and praising u
For granting them a,gift of staying,alive
People so lost in their,eyes
Tired of trying to make away
The,passengers go up and down
The bounds so freely
To clear their minds
Know that its fine
Remember those asking for help
Whether its a prayer or some change
What would jesus have done
In his fathers name
He wouldnt complain
He would help
Turn frowns upside down
Help you climb those steps
Help you up the elevator
Hes here for us now or even later He will never leave our side
And ive had a great experience of the,train ride
By: Concetta Hardnett
I have time for you all.' I endeavour to write for you all.)
Whether you agree with what I put or not.' I respect you.)
And offer what I have become aware of..In the spirit of
Openess.' And willingness to share..I will not consider you
Stupid.' For having trusted in information put out by media
And governments that has been proven false and planned
To be so.' We are more dependant on each other than ever
Yet at the same time..We can be more effective than at any
Point in history to date.' If we are accepting of each other'
And willing to submerge ideaology's that are not condusive
To human co-existence based on the sustainable family
Family units that have proven over time, to furnish humanity with the best possible framework to strengthen
All on lifes journey's there are those obviously who stand
Outside of thiat reality.' To them I extend acceptance if
They stay within their own spheres of life, as idiosyncracys
Cannot become the norm.' Because they are idiosyncracys.'
All my best to all who will accept it!
Many are knocking on Gods hidden door
trying to escape brimstone floors
Some views are narrower than peepholes
while others see through open windows
Lifes a beach with many sandy shores
that go deeper than any ocean floor
My advice is to go with life's liquid flow
& enjoy the boat with all its rows
The mind is the center of this earthly core
& all of its rocky ores
Brave the waters & mold your will into the hardest steel
because life hardens feelings on a massive scale
Mass appeal blinds many to what lies in store
to what's housed behind attractive doors
I tell you this series of dreams are more than real
but many lack the awareness of their lucid feel