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Best Poems Written by Christopher Stones

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The Beauty of Life

Have you ever wondered what lies in your horizon?
Is it the wreckage of a wasted life or the beauty of Zion?

Creating and destroying; so on and so forth
Life continues, chaotic, steadfast in it's course

The order of all things is beyond our control
The wonderful earth, the awe-inspiring universe, even our own soul

To reach out, to grasp the stars, to embrace fate
Moving onward, have faith, resist the urge to hesitate

Achieve what you feel is right, say what you have to say
Do not live in fear, nurture love in your heart, follow your own way

Break habits, break patterns, break addiction
Be compassionate, be strong, live with conviction

Unknown is the destiny of everything that is
Embrace each moment, each day, have the courage to live

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Prayer

Give me the strength to go inside
Give me the strength to not run and hide

I need to face what is flawed in me
I need to know so I can truly see

Constantly questioning, faith so easily lost
Burdened by apathy, lethargic, a stone collecting moss

Life once flowed through my veins
But I was lulled into the slumber of a stifling pain

The hole I fell into nearly became my tomb
But I feel I am bursting out anew, like a baby from the womb

However I still feel so fractured, so flawed, so hurt
I fight now though, taking a stand, trying to stay alert

I take as my inspiration the phoenix, reborn from a fiery death
I imagine myself the hero, chasing my dreams with every waking breath

Give me the strength to love and to grow
Give me the strength to question and to know

It hurts and that will not go away
Give me the strength to work through it; give me the courage to stay

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We All Share This Fate

Idiosyncratic to the human condition
Tried and varied, so goes my volition

I can't help but think what's out there for us all?
Yet we stumble over issues that are so trivial, so small

The long term goals of our race seem obsolete
Compared to the wants and needs of our so called "elite"

Sure one man makes billions and creates an empire
What does that mean to the rest of us? Why doesn't it ignite a fire?

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The Modern Super Hero

Made up super heroes we're taught to love
Made up archetypes we watch get rough

We cheer on as they dispense justice
We've stopped questioning why we idolize this

As our heroes have become more brutal and more violent
We've become more detached and less present

We're passing our degradation of what it means to be a hero to the next generation
They won't be impressed until it's more violent, bloodier, the next super brutal sensation

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Power Versus Sanity

Literally lying to millions just prove a point
We can’t conceive of victory unless we have someone to anoint

The idolization of mythic heroes is a constant story
We can all take part of this myth and receive the glory

For better or for worse we are humans 
We choose to feel better than every other, banking on our base demand!

We can’t all be right, surge of the insane
We are inconsistent creatures just trying to stay sane

This is the human race, take it or leave it
We fight hard, reasonable or not, it’s win or quit

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Maybe It's Too Soon

We speak words of wonder
We speak words of doom

We wonder why we fight again
Maybe it's too soon

We have thoughts of beauty 
We have thoughts of technology

Our thoughts are disrupted by the constant technological barrage 
Ironically the ideas that created this technology were applied in a garage

Not in a fancy office with a worlds worth of knowledge just a click away
The thought was that this technology would help us evolve as a race

It has in many ways however it's stagnated many lives
With the ease of technology today the general public have closed their eyes

To the corruption that runs rampant in so many forms
To the possibility that we can rise above the norm

The situation isn't hopeless
Just start to think about this

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Final Review

(This was originally intended to be a rap)


If the world is a stage and all the men and women merely players, fools and soothsayers, hold on to hope and say your prayers. If this is all a play then I beg the question which act are we in? Has Ophelia’s madness done her in, racing to the resolution, a memorable le fin? Or are we shooting for a matinee waiting to begin again?

If we only knew, maybe we should let God do what he do and write that final review.

He thought: “The leads were mostly brilliant if a little over paid, however the supporting cast came across as a little too naive, a little too easily swayed and one glaring plot hole made the end too inconceivable. See one would think that so many wouldn’t be so deceivable, that so few could exercise complete control, that the masses would willingly writhe around in a hopeless hole. In the real world majority would win, all those people would speak-up and make the few give in. Oh well, I give it two stars out of four and I’m eager to see what they come up with for an encore.”

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The Stars Are Out Tonight

When worlds collide
Souls rise
Complacency dies

For a brief second to see inside
For a brief second, nowhere to hide

When worlds collide
Actions rise
Idle hands die

You must be this tall to ride
Avoid at all costs the rip tide

…

A burst of light in eternal black
A furious hot dense light
Emitting with all its might
Emitting so that it might appear bright
The stars are out tonight

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A Meter of Hope

We are as we do and nothing more

A meter of hope
A cry to the wicked

Soldiers march to the heartstrings of war

Madness broken by human will
Human nature broken by the insanity of repetition

Millions die for the sake of statistics

Hungry souls devour what they're given

Politicians speak of equality
Some are shot for the sake of truth... and secrecy

The sorrow of our cycle speaks volumes to the children who live in today

We are as we do and nothing less


(Entered in the conest: Politically Educated, Christopher Stones)

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The Priest and the People

"The gates come down this night!"
Roared the man of light

Driven by fear and obsession
It was one sin never told through confession

Bellowing orders from atop his balcony
Blinded by delusions of glory

The priest led his herd
Countless dreams were crushed with the subtle power of one word

The mob lurched forward down the beaten trail
The wind howled as it began to hail

The wild pitch began to reach fervor
As the line between beast and man began to blur

The hopes for riches and plunder
Fueled the urge to tear the gates asunder

With a deafening crash the gates fell
As did the hopes that whatever lay beyond would release them from their hell

The priest waddled in holding the tails of his gown
Anxiously looking around

But there were no trophies or golden rings
Just rusted monuments to long forgotten kings

The priest fell to his knees
The people gathered to leave

As he began to shout
His eyes fell on the nail marks trying to get out