Man is man
Gold is yellow
There is nothing like gold
In colour black or white
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The clock is on the wall
Going left and right while I thinkIt would have been better if there were no relationBetween the life of those menAnd the movement of what I am looking at this momentBut there is and the similarity is very strikingCertain people move from one directionTo the opposite direction smoothlyAnd they think that they get their much…
When universal law
abruptly orin slow motionwe aweand proudly calla miracle has beenhappenedbut herealways occurredmiraclesbetween you and mebut we seldom noticeor refuseto recognisefor its randomnesslike the theoryof physicsbut how do youexplain?when youlike millionslike emotionsbased onits universalitylike love and romanceand they are very naturalwhich are accepted by allthat they are basicnatural and originalbut what about me?Who breakAnd break the…
Hope is a bird
Sits on the boughs of the soulAnd sings the song of how to be remain aliveIt sings when the dream breaksIt sings when overturn the shipsYou are at the bottom andFar away is the beachAt that time it teaches youHow to ride from bottom to topHow to swim to reach to the beachHow to rebuild…
Neither micro nor macro
Nor technicalI am run onlyBy rumourAnd manipulationFear pulls down meMore downWhen panic gripsPeople’s heart and mindCatch meIf you canWhen I am belowMore belowThan the bookValue intrinsic.Greed pushes me upMore upWhen they create hypeAnd eccentrically make you believeAs if there is no limitPeople ordinaryTalk about meGo madlyAfter moneyIf you canGet off earlyBefore IGoing toBurstThe bubbleInside me.
Writing is shouting
Tendency to coverInherent weaknessGreat human tragedyIn the way of seeking truthChurning out nothingBut a bucket beautiful fallacyRaw foolishness hiddenIn bloody rhetoric.
On my little wings
To show the sunAnd make him ashamedBut out of jealousyYou cut them downIn your golden cageThe songs I sangThey were not for your gloryBut for my release
families carrying guns and Bibles,
living on the street.
rich man, well hid,
cocktails made of blood and oil.
tyranny, mass slavery,
bodies buried, American soil.
and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned….
tick tock, tick tock,
mercy gives what mercy earns!
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just taking a moment,
for all those who take thetime to read and commenton my poems…and to say thank you forall the amazing poems thati get to read of yours.also, a thank you to Poemhunter.be at peace!keep writing!
i would rather drink bitter hemlock,
would rather starve in the streetsof Haiti, amid the cholera and despair.would rather hide in unknown cavesfrom the bombs that split the earth.would rather rot in a prison cell,staring forlorn through the bars.would rather work in the sweatshopsor pick cotton with the migrant workers.would rather take a bullet,swift, and hard, and final!would rather stand at…
how can we go on not believing,
when children are starvingand people are dying…are we alive or are we dead?our brothers, our sisters,we can feel your pain from here.what can we do andwhat can we change…to see the world through your tears?how can we see and not knowthat what’s happening to you…is a part of us, is inthe very heart of us,we’re…
tear down the house!
on the pile…the possessions that owned you!all of your memories,your prejudices, your acts ofvengeance and greed…all the things you think you needed…your rights, your wrongs,your halo, your guns…your patriotism, your pride,and the doors you locked…all on the pile,without looking back…set the fire!
i dreamed last night i was walking,
down a stony path in the pitch black darkness.we walked in silence… listening, just listening.the wind rustled the tree limbs, sighing…almost blowing out our lantern.the spirits of animals, trees, and even the stonesbeneath our feet…. testified!a great haunting wave of peace blanketed us…and i knew the path we were on to be the right one!
a man cannot, and should not,
possesses. the only true judge-ment comes in what he does withhis time, to redeem his time…by the actions he becomes in thebattle to restore dignity andhumanity to the human race.we are then what we give…ourwords must follow the flesh aroundour hearts, must be defined bycompassion…true deliverence is deliverencefrom the apathetic, , , true freedom,freedom from…