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Best Poems Written by Damien Schrecengost

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If I could turn back time- I wouldn't. Though I've done some things in my life I knew i shouldn't, I have grown stronger- Comprehending things and helping people, I previously couldn't. Being in the place I currently find myself, I live with no regret. Because holding onto the past only hastens my death.

I will die one day- be it soon or distant. But i know I will elevate to a higher Plane of existence. I will leave this world behind with a clean conscience; for the burden of pain in your heart is exhausted. I will move on from the mistakes of my past. I will help others mend their wounds When they find themselves coming in last. My goals, forever in mind, are many in number- But my greatest goal is to better our kind and eradicate hunger. Humanity is my love- so deeply I know this. I mustn't look above- but within those who are soulless

Sometimes i will get burned- It's happened before- but there's no lesson learned, for i am pure to the core. if I give up on our entire human race- Result of a handful of dishonest fakes- I'd find myself falling back into my previous careless state; That I struggled so hard to escape.

So, open your arms wide- Letting go of the mistakes you so hide. See the beauty within humanity- Help yourself- and others- Learn to set ourselves free- To be all that we can- and should be. Maybe in time, we can all believe That it is indeed possible, To live with glee- Abound in such peace and harmony.

This is my wish- My most reoccurring dream. I yearn to make a difference; HOW MANY OF YOU ARE WITH ME?

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Living In a Trash Can That We'Ve Created

Home is where you heart is,
That's what they say.
My home must be the forest;
My heart yearns for it every day.

Life, feeds on life.
Nature provides,
All that we'd ever need.
And what do we give in return?
We chop down the trees,
And we poison the skies.
No regard for the planet,
Or even our Own lives.

The way i see it,
Ill be found one day.
Having Died in the woods
With a smile on my face.
As long as there are trees,
Concealing wild places,
I will go in times of need,
Where i am surrounded with nature.

Live to spread positivity,
It's the route I've chosen.
Because Ive experienced, surges of energy that have made me feel like i was floating.

Positivity is tangible;
Our worlds react to good vibes.
You can feel it in your heart, you can feel it in your soul, and you can feel it in your mind.

When you do good things,
It all comes back around.
You feed your environment, with positive vibes,
And nothing will ever bring you down.

Your road may be rough,
But remember one thing,
If you Keep positive thoughts,
You'll find yourself thriving.

The power of Love,
Is matched by no other.
It will one day be Love
That brings us together.

It is love that i find,
One step into the woods.
A friendship between the trees and I;
A Oneness understood.

If people just felt for each other,
How i feel for a single tree,
There'd never be another war.
We'd never need any armies.

Whats the hold up?
Where's the passion?
Stand up for our planet,
Don't let us just trash it.

This rock that we live on
Has a soul of its own.
I have felt its energy,
Flow through my bones.

Our beloved earth,
Is so battered and scared.
To us it gave birth,
Yet for it, we've no care.....

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Becoming Me

I must have woken up on the wrong side of the ground this morning...
As soon as i opened my eyes, they were brought back down, with yearning-
For a life remotely near what I, as a child, had dreamed for me.

Mistakenly greedy,
Or intentionally cheating,
The consequences of reality
Always come on like a beating.
Unwanted and needy,
A little broken and bleeding,
Its myself in a coffin- not even thirty-
That ive been seeing.

I dont mind the bleeding, and ive always been a bit broken,
But let's rid me of the beatings-
For my soul is quite swollen.
Being Too heavy to fly free,
Its spiritually unhealthy for me.
If i can just meet this goal-
Balance mind, body, and soul,
Then maybe I could transcend beyond the Sun;
Another dimension- or even "Heaven"- you call it what you want. 

This lack of stability in my head
Maybe damage from my childhood,
Or this adult life I've lead.
Either way its a hindrance in life-
A mental void that obstructs the necessary path.
When i was younger I held a bigger man 
Inside.
I find he's still alive and I'll make the steps to bring him back intact.

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Pull the Trigger

What is pure
Is everything shes stored,
In wait of her hero;
She waits evermore.

Why does it seem the voice
Of this Hero is never quite strong enough??

They come and 
They slash.
They cut 
She bleeds.
Dried up
Shes done-
No love
They leave. 

A new waterfall forms
But its not beautiful, no,
Nothing to adore
When Mother's tears flow-
a river cutting its way through the
Forest floor.

Go ahead. 
We dont need that forest.
Cut. Cut. Cut. 

Oh yeah,
Oil in the ocean?
Dig that hole;
If there's a spill
No worries, we can just go back home.

And that white tiger-
Beautiful creatures huh?
Bet it'd look just
SPLENDID
Posted above your mantle.
Or even better, a rug.
Yes rugs are nice. 
Pull the trigger.

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Connections

I found a fleeting feeling of joy
In certain material things,
But when i found myself alone-
One day- I felt the nothingness
They bring...
  My life's a search for connections
To make with the planet
And all of it's living beings.
  There is, you know,
A constant flow
Of energies- into and out of
My soul.
  I walk alone, these days-
A smile upon my face-
Always aware that Mother Earth is fair,
As long as we respect her grace.
  My mortal form was not yet born,
In the times before, 
Humanity tore her to shreds.
  Though i was not here in person,
I remember the evil, our path to destruction...
  It still gives me chills- the memory of  
The notion-
That we can destroy, and harm
To the point,
That we really believe our home is
Without emotion...
  Or Earth is our mother, that loves like no other.
  We must treat her like something,
So worthy of loving,
Worthy of becoming,
Once again the Eden
Hidden beneath layers of trash and clutter.
  We feed much life into our maker,
As to us she does passionately cater;
A beautiful exchange of the waves
From our brains,
That keep us as One with nature.
  Continue as One, with all life under the sun,
So you can see how our energies intertwine,
And learn in time that all life is devine.

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Silently Seeking Wisdom

Im the one that sits in silence;
Observes the world- 
With open eyelids.
As the world spins in chaos,
Only multiplied by time,
Humility will pay off
With the wisdom we will find.

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A Late Meal

Love is a beautiful thing.
So much to give,
So much to take.
Love is a powerful thing.
Crazy how sometimes
Love even breeds hate.

Why does it come, so simply to me,
But others are numb, like they cannot see?
I i know what is needed, and what will ring true. 
The secret to freedom, is how you feel about you.

Best Poems Written by Damien Schrecengost

Respect Our Mother

Ode To Humanity

Living In a Trash Can That We'Ve Created

Becoming Me

Pull the Trigger

Connections

Silently Seeking Wisdom

A Late Meal