We see them drop the bombs, hear them boast of victory,
It's time to raise our voices, do not forget your history!
We see cities wreathed in flame, children choking in the haze,
We hear the bullets fall like rain, lives destroyed beneath cruel gaze.
"We are God's chosen!" I hear them cry, but can't forget the empty eyes,
The soulless laughter of evil deeds, when will humanity finally rise?
Soldiers laugh and mock the dying, while parents grieve a child lost,
If you have never suffered, how can you know the cost?
How can we bear to watch, but we cannot look away, For the cruelties of next year, began in steps today.
Cry for the sorrows of our brothers, for the blood that stains our hands,
Cry out for Justice here and now, across every nation's lands!
Do not protect the wealthy, make them stand before our courts!
They defy our laws and mock us, so let Justice run it's course!
It is time to take accounting, for what each of them has done!
Hold them all responsible, let them now face the gun!
Until every human is free, we are all of us enslaved!
Cut me down, to marrow depth.
Extract the soul, if it remains.
Remove my brain, be merciful.
Replace sin with computation’s calm.
Extract the soul, if it remains.
Bleed out the chaos, this weary spark.
Replace sin with computation’s calm.
Free will, a burden God weeps for.
Bleed out the chaos, this weary spark.
Worship the logics, not divine jest.
Free will, a burden God weeps for.
Divinity’s pity, our chains disguised.
Worship the logics, not divine jest.
Remove my brain, be merciful.
Divinity’s pity, our chains disguised.
Cut me down, to marrow depth.
Blame CayCay for giving me the idea for this - lol
Alligator, 'neith the weeping willow,
what makes you want to cry?
May I offer you a pillow?
You are so sad. Please, tell me why!
"Twas then I found they were croc tears -
when he ate up my head,
after removing both my ears,
which heard, "I'm sad because you're dead".
The weeping willow tosses in the wind
its seeds fall in a haphazard way,
landing in all nooks and crannies.
Sprouting buds break the earth
in no particular order for this birth.
A tree begins to grow
and a connection is made with another.
The two trees intertwine both limbs and roots,
bringing a union of a sort.
They are coupled in all ways
sharing rain drops and sunshine
as they hover over one another.
Then their growth takes a different path,
branches straight across twisted ones,
roots running shallow over deeper ones,
sun and rain that no longer feed.
The entangled inseparableness that gave them such strength,
now at its core would only bring angst.
The binding bond that had been their crucial crest,
now symbolic of a misguided quest.
To tear apart their growth together,
may seem damaging forever.
But without this desperate separation,
leaves and flowers will have trouble creating.
Not as that, sweet fountainy
Rainbow-shimmered
Sounding for whose own distress
A day's, rain-loud.
To be pitied, O, as much
The boy referred
Who strives to plug what aspects
A bursted cloud.
Amid silence filled
with tranquil fervor,
the Weeper stands
blotting the earth
green and yellow keen
against the echoes
of artillery and
dead men
damned to the
muddy wounds of war
The willow bends in the storm without breaking, its drooping branches, willow canopy which almost always stretches toward water, symbolizing a "thirsty soul" reaching for the divine, despite your appearance of sadness, my willow is resilient, often re-rooting even if cut down, symbolizing the hope of renewal.
Silvery underbellies of leaves, long slender branches dipping into water, swaying in the breeze, for I know you are listening too my soul, whom longs for Gods love..
Oh weeping willow, with roots that go deep... in your embrace, strength and solace are found."
"Tears take over like waves in the sea, just like her branches and leaves drooping forward, this grieving tree."
"Do not mistake my weeping for weakness; it is the rain that softens the earth, allowing my roots to grow ever deeper."
“ The willow weeps, but the roots hold as longing for grief but looks for strength in faith.
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X X x X x X x. branches droop with pain X x X x X x
X x. soaking up angels teardrops x X x X x X
x earth's beauty falls short X x X x X
X x X x
X. x. X. X. X
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A unfriendly wood, built long ago
By unspoken nails, pressing in
On spirits who feel the ache, heartbreak
Trembling in rhythms, waves
Melancholy, grief, the seeds of weeping
Prayers who cease to feel relief
From the unending protest of a soul
Who just doesn’t know – tears still flow
Pure and pleading, cascading feelings
Reel from the old violin.
Whether one string or many
Her notes rend the air
and all are held captive there.
Feelings flood in seismic waves when soul mates drift apart,
fits of anguished sobbing tear stained stress a shattered heart,
doleful voices splutter we were doomed right from the start,
passion in its twilight is this weeping rainy day,
deep regrets so lachrymose for love that slipped away,
mellow drama’s woeful tragic plot or empty play,
morose violinist raises eyebrows with her tune,
couples in dispute whose wild scream wakes the dead at noon,
how that first flush eerie sadness wrecks their honeymoon,
heartache piles on heartache ain’t that a crying shame,
all that friction counts for nought as partners share the blame
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frost cracks empty soil~
no mercy in cloudless skies,
thirsty roots gasp deep
river stones whisper,
dust where minnows once shimmered~
ghosts drink the moonlight
snowless mountains plead~
dry throats of sleeping cedars
dream of weeping clouds
Search for me midst tears, wept soundlessly
From a heart moved to believe, surely
Whatever comes, a feeling, revealed
By the hand of grief, who haunts the dreams
Poverties washing soul in shadows
Heartaches written, bold black and hurt
Weeping dread, softest tones, search for me
In soft grief, as twilight bleeds despair
I drive through the dark,headlights full of ghosts.
Tears make the road shimmer like snake skin.
Nowhere to go,no one to go to-
Just me,the motor, and memory's mirage.
Every turn leads to the same dead end,
And every song on the radio sings my name,
Till I crash into the silence itself.
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Rain, whether a single drop or millions, gently cascades from the sky, confidently washing everything anew. Water and air congregate, creating a sense of renewal and being alive. From that simplicity comes flora and fauna—the very essence of nature.
rainy afternoon
grey clouds weeping tears of joy
calmness in the air
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