Unity soars above indifference snares in minds of others eased , for peace in its essence burns brighter than a million stars in space uninhabited by hate . Unity united in brotherhood not laced with painful clashing reminders of the past limited to limitation of men . Unity humbles , edifies the whole , not the half but as one of many in a whole . Discerning with eyes now not blocked by reflections of vexing roomers of differences of those who walk lives unknown . Those who are born in cultures alien to another , yet unity shatters the walls to see the heart of men for possibilities unimaged but brought to sight by peace . Peace that reflects respect , yields changes . Peace easiest when men open themselves up not limited for possibilities , so with peace men suss through right , wrong knowing we are one not divided but equal . And equality risen high , made first instead of the person's origins . From this we are original , society made over to build what men ought to reflect . If one group shines peace blossoms , takes root that grows like a tree with deep roots that will not be move .
God!
My ears are grander and eager
They eat a lot; infested with words
And I heard it all! Crystal clear
From masters of rumors, spot-on!
Bulls eye roomers
My new Boss is slow, slow down, and look
He wants you by froth or crook
You toil he soils; he, a spoiled vote
You strain, he claims; that way, he gains
He is strange, the new man
He works from a distance
Never there till there’s fire, when He
Comes to fire – Who lit the fire?
The workers have mastered his greetings
Happy new years – those are many
The workers bow, hug and pray
Peace be with you, in case you go
It is okay, it is well, it is fine, they hiss
With swooning souls
They know him well
Quick to hire, quicker to fire
His pay is dear, his fire – dire
He wants a worker
A worker who never swells
If he eats the venom, the Boss shall spill
But he is fine with words for now
God help me, I grapple
(Facing heaven – the right hand side – seeking the light)
Should I or Should I not
Leave this tenfold share, he wants to pay
bare bulb; harsh light
tombstone gray wall.
share the bathroom
down shadow crammed hall.
rusty water; dusty carpets,
mattress on the floor
no roaches anywhere
the vile little vermin
left for greener pastures
cracked plaster patterns
laced with peeling paint.
this is where dying hope
rents lodging by the week
all the morose roomers
never make eye contact.
no-one ever speaks.
i know i don't belong
here with all the freaks
but, i'm going through
a rough patch, you know-
and, the rent is really cheap
Stop...
All people.
A bit of....
Trashy words,
A life...
As one...
becomes two.
For those...
Whom die,
Rules over...
All life.
Finish while..
Others,
May fix..
Your error.
Life is a blazing flame
For nothing remains the same.
Raindrops is like teardrops
Feelings are like dried crops.
Snowflakes are cold hard lies.
Darkness of night is shadows of cries.
Whispering winds are roomers to send.
spirit of one within to bend.
Tumbling leaves are only pieces of the heart.
Coldness becomes an impressed act.
Numbness is the soul that can’t feel.
Coldness is being trapped in living hell.
I’m in the center of this all
for nothing more then a life of a doll.
Words are echoes that turn into nightmares.
Lost in darkness for I’m not there.
I’m a lifeless person among the living
Bitterness becomes away of breathing.
Cold touch engraves a river of tears
that never heals remains through existing years.
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