Tales Of Goodness
I Tell me what is good? If the essence of peace we've seen, and pain we've witnessed. Yet we couldn't sense the truth in the lies of men. What is the good? If all we do is to view the world with a troubled eyes, Even when all is perfect, and despite be fruitful and multiply, The side of reproduction by birth, goes the end by death. II Tell me the good in a mutual lover's breath, If their errors are not acclaimed? Or should we be less concerned over it? Even if it's as a result of our passings But what will be the result of our carefreeness, If the fire of fear keeps burning bright? III Show me the essence of goodness, If our Faith are seen in daily expressions, But doubt and greed we wear for wealth in the same vein, And if more words could not be enough to justify our claims, We find solace in places where our weaknesses are being fed. IV Shed the tale of goodness to me, If there's no good way of doing what is wrong, Or wrong way of doing what is right. But our morals is to condemn, And the essence of our peace is to inflict pain on others. And for our faith to be acknowledged is to put others in fear, Or for our main essence of existence is for death to be the end. V But i put to you to live life to its fullness, So as our hesitations will not be a moment of weakness, But to restructure ourselves and tilt from yester years for better days ahead, And for the overall position we are today, Should be what we give according to what we've received. And the best we receive should be the best we give. . Thomas Oluwatosin © Fearless Lines
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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