i’m sick of existence
and struggle….
the flame of the candle,
does not burn my fingers.
and the roar of stillness deafens!
angels and demons cannot satisfy,
even the trees ask forgiveness.
these lips are blue with frost,
yet the grave smells like flesh!
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if we’d stop shouting at each other…
if we’d stop lying to ourselves.if we’d stop running from the mirror.if we’d stop playing religion and politics.if we’d stop declaring war.if we’d stop living by our taking…if we’d stop pointing fingers.if we’d stop pretending to be men and women…only if we’d stop!
communicate…
a random curse.a book half opened,a candle hid in the shadows.do i dare?do i dare?to take off my clothesand dance?to speak one wordthat really means,really rhymes,the beat of my heart!
and so we are but this…
for a moment and gone…the flower that blooms for a day.the rain dropp dissolving into the earth,the small stone washed away,when the river surges.the memory of dawnforgotten in the night…the lonesome farewell of the snailcrossing just before light…leaving only a small wet trailas evidence of passing! , , ,and the shout of joy,that sounds like…
at the edge of the universe,
that leads to the center of understanding.it’s as far away as your most abstract thought,as near as the vagrant leaf blownagainst your window by the storm.as complex as Einstein’s theories,as simple as the screwdriver and the screw.be it eternity, or a dropp of rain…be there any difference?
a part…
one grain of sandon a limitless beach.one dropp of water,in an ocean filled with life.commitment = action = change!love = action = human!compassion = action = feeding!every breath we breathe,shared!
the lives of every child,
and every language,whether male or female,born in or out of wedlock,born in wealth or poverty…are sacred.and therein liesthe greatest responsibilityof the human race…and at this moment,the greatest failure!