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" Miracles happen in silence... lesser important things create world headlines." ...... silent lotus
I am so happy I found this website, I felt like sharing this little piece..
I am struck in awe
Can't believe your strength
The way you keep on believing
Better days will come
You get up every morning
How we waste our energy and time
For nobody else but ourselves
Sustaining our lifestyle
Afraid of aging
Unworthy and terrible we must seem read more »
© from the archive Listening To Love
The humanity in all of us is a comfort,
But when we yearn to be inhuman it is a curse.
Don't you think?
Blind faith is a weapon,
We breed from questioning what we think we know,
If we were not an inquisitive race,
Things would remain unchanging-
But things have, do and will change- or will they?
Don't even ask- just believe, nod and smile even.
How dangerous a thing if i could program you,
Disguised beneath the words Blind Faith....
I hear you
As your life falls beneath your feet,
Blood being washed off apathetic hands,
Whose perverse pretences appear true,
Who preach lies and craft "necessary" plans.
A disturbed game, throw the dice,
Kill again, once, twice.
I hear you
Children with guns under their arms,
Children marching in fear,
Children watching behind their backs,
CHILDREN shed a tear.
Women in Guetamala raped in the street, read more »
The air is so dense you could bathe in it,
And whilst the dim sky encapsulates you in its lull,
You could dream...
Of the night sky in other places,
Covering other people,
Different expressions, different faces,
Each life a foreign world.
Some search for a corner to huddle in,
Some dance with a lover in anticipation, infatuation,
Some watch in bed, some retire, some gaze,
Some bury their relatives and hide from the guns, read more »
We say it's your birthday, so happy birthday to you,
We say it's your birthday, so look at all we've done in the name of you,
We say it's your birthday, so what the hell did you expect us to do, we lost some hope once we hung you on sticks crossed in two,
We say it's your birthday, we've tried to see the light, but the darkness creeps into our might,
We say it's your birthday, yet mostly we just shop for those who have more than you, we lost the way when other wise men said we should die for you, read more »
Spinning a reel,
It has become the monotonous norm,
We are used to it,
Casual tones of sorrow,
Bells don't toll anymore,
For they would never stop,
Doomed like a fowl fate,
People have become accustomed to the fact,
That everyday more and more,
Open wounds are left sore,
As they die on the floor,
People both rich and poor,
The radio news banging at our door,
But we don't notice it anymore. read more »
Every gun that is made, every warship launched , every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the geniuses of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.
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