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Yesterday's tomorrow
One day we'll tell a tragic tale of yesteryears pain and sorrow.
For today is only a distent memory of yesterday's tomorrow.
Are we victims of the circumstances,
Or survivors of life's trauma.
I guess that depends on you're perspective
Of life's neverending drama.
Tragedy happens to everyone
in one form or another,
There is no way to run away,
from life there simply is no cover.
From life's muck and mire, you must
just wade on through it,
How in the end it will affect you,
often depends on how you view it.
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Take tie to live.
Take the time while youre alive to do all that you can.
Take the time while theyre alive, that they may know and inderdtand.
It seems sometimes what mayters most is yhe simplest to do, for the things you think are most important may not show your heart is true.
For life is tender and oh so frail, like a beautiful budding flower, so try to live without regret for we never know how long we have, not the minute or the hour.
Live life to the fullest, and love unconditionally...for weather life be years, or a single day,walk through lifes journey as your heart guides your way.
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Creation
Why must all creation die
oh, why must all creation go so far off into the sky.
They touch our hearts and lives so deep
They live on in our hearts through the memories we keep.
Like a transparent bird upon the wing
All must one day find a new song to sing.
all must leave everything they know behind.
Where a new adventure beyond what we know awaits us to
find.
All things eventually leave and
fly
into their destination somewhere far, Far away in the
sky.
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Poverty
So this is the good old USA, the land of plenty or so they say...
I've walked many miles in rugged shoes, have trodden where many have trod. I've eaten the way they have eaten, and have driven the path they have taken,
I have traveled the road they have died on ad have lived the way they have lived. Its where love turns to hate, faith turns to dust, and often times hope turns into distrust.
I have slept the way they have slept, without a pillow to rest my weary head, or even a couch to use for a bed...
I am here and I am there, just look around, I'm everywhere... I haven't a job or a home, I've nothing in which to call my own, I'm not a criminal just because I roam,
I represent many who stand alone!
Have you ever heard a soul weep and cry once so shattered that it looses hope and dies?
Have you ever looked deep into the eyes of a homeless child,
And saw the bleakness as he forced a smile?
Yet you ignore me every day as you go on your merry lil way.
Sometimes you pretend I do not exist, as I cry out for help, you always resist.
Time has now come, I've foundation way, please listen closely to what I have to say...
Imagine living in your car, your hopes and dreams all seem so far, you own nothing
except a few clothes, no job, no family, or place to call home, imagine the pain
of being all alone.
As you bounce around from place to place, seeing rejection on every face. You know in your heart, this can't go on, but you're hope is fading and your strength is gone....
Then just when yore at. Rock bottom, living your worst fear,
From out of no where it seems, that (s)he appears...
A special angel is waiting to dry up your tears!
Spacial Angels appear from out of thin air, it seems they come to us in times of despair! They bring with them friendship and love to share as slowly they heal the pain that was there...
They are full of compassion and love to go around,
Stop treating our homeless and poor like criminals just because they have no home, were not the leaders of every great religion also choose to roam?
By helping as many as possible, in any way that we can, even if all you can do is talk to them, and letting them know you understand...
Imagine the miracles we could all work together!
Be a special Angel if you dare, there are so many who need to know
How much you care!
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The Truth
Regardless if one wishes to hear or not to hear,
The Truth simply cannot be changed.
Truth must be accepted, its ones priorities that need to be
rearranged.
Animosity towards each other, stabs and wounds the heart and mind.
Killing a person internally
With no tranquility
to find.
Tis painstakingly true
From ones own self they can not hide
Whatever hand you are given, each play you must wisely
decide.
For much like an infinitely transforming masterpiece,
With many secrets to
conceal,
The Artist chooses carefully in time which ones to
Reveal.
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Insane Society
Imagine an invisible war with Invisible scars,
From being locked inside an invisible prison with invisible bars.
As everyone's thoughts come and go,
Invading your own mind and energy flow.
Never knowing to whom these thoughts belong
Knowing not which ones are right and which ones are wrong.
They say its an illness but I sure can't tell,
Sometimes its a blessing while other times its hell
They call my memories delusions and say they're not real,
But how can they understand, how I actually feel.
They call me disturbed, though actually I'm not,
I just feel sad and maybe a little distraught.
As my "fake" memories are all that I've got,
Without them there's nothing, all else has been forgot,
Medicine, they say actually holds the key,
to making me as sane so I can function in this crazy
society.
There's no one left of my old family and friends,
Though each new beginning inevitably comes from each difficult end.
Yet its hard to start over again and again.
All it really does is sedate my mind,dimming my thoughts and taming my brain,
So I can't think too deeply or feel, too. Much pain. They think they are making me less insane.
A little too normal, and far too mundane.
Far from the world I used to know
with plants and animals and faeries as friends
They say there not real, that they're fake and pretend.
Just because they cant be seen by most, don't mean they're
not real
Just like the angels, you have to believe with your mind
and let your heart
feel
Its society's rejection that made me feel like a weirdo a freak, a
Zero or loser,
those whom are a little different,
Society has always been their primary abuser.
Its society's attitudes that often creates crime, addiction
and suicide,
Because of being rejected for differences, sedated, and
cast aside.
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Little miracles
Hold tight to your faith, whatever you believe, and blessings in life you shall surely receive. When problems arise, try to see the lesson within,
Remember this too shall soon pass, and let the blessings begin.
When you feel forsaken, forgotten, release all your fears, look inward and upward as the miracles appear.
Little miracles happen with each new moment or day. Just watch the moon and the sunshine, be still and pray.
Sometimes they come to us in disguise, simple things like a bird softly singing, or the smile of a friend
There's always a faint rainbow at each days beginning and end.
It never fails, we can see with our hearts if we try, little miracles are hidden in each sunset and sunrise.
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Memories
Memories are more precious than gold, the essence of who we are in life. Guard them with all your life
If you can, Without them we may never understand.
Memories are what defines you and me, today will always become history.
Words, Pictures, and Music all help us recall, the good and the sad times as we live through them all!
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Paper eyes and hearts
We must have paper eyes, we must have paper hearts, for we cannot see nor feel just what we've done to those around us that time may never heal.
Just look around, its everywhere, the pain is so unreal.
How can we look yet not see, the problem lies with you and me. Fix it, fix it voices scream, voices, voices who dare to dream...
Their echo's suffocated in the night, answered harshly and loudly by violence screams, and explosions, bright
Are we all just walking around like robots not caring what we think say or do, we must dare to be the change we want to see, the choice comes down to you and me!
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Zen card
There was a zen card I read one day that turned my whole life around,
It summed up my understanding to where success can really be found.
Success can never be measured by wealth, regardless the pot of gold. Briars and thorns always appear, no matter how life may unfold.
The lessons we learn from life, the values we form each day. These are the threads we weave through life, as we walk each step of the way...
For each life much like a flower, needs both sunshine and rain, our own growth always comes from, how we transform our own pain!
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Saga of an old rubber ball.
Biography
Beyond my life's fourth year, I don't remember much, aside from flashbacks here and there, and being out of touch.
The different stories paint it as anything but pretty, I can only recall that to me it felt quite Scarry
Locked in closets and basements, till the police came to end it all, but one end is just a beginning as you pass around the old rubber ball.
Taken away and placed into the hands of another, unwanted and cast aside, orphaned with no father or mother.
Bouncing around from place to place, seeing only rejection on every face. Searching for a sign of approval, finding not a single trace.
Off to the orphanage with this one, is what my uncle said, but praise god his sister, had a different idea instead.
As of right now you're bringing her to me, my miracle child she shall be...my years spent in Colorado, these were pretty mild, between there and life in Illinois, I'd become quite bitter and wild.
It was nothing less than a miracle, that I even survived... As my guardian angels worked over time trying to keep me alive!
I had became a loner, feeling isolated and full of hate, when cultics, drugs, and suicide almost led me to an early fate.
I'd became quite antisocial as a youngster, I was too blind to see... To see beauty beyond the pain, felt there was nothing left beautiful for me.
Even with other people, I couldn't see them for who they are. Only as groups and cliques of rejection, as I observed them from afar.
Finally through many sessions of therapy, I actually made a friend it felt pretty amazing, much like being born again.
Either she was me or I was her, in any case, through her my most creative thoughts occur
My junior year was one big celebration, getting married just 3months beyond my graduation.
Of my 10 yeah marriage it was mostly hell, getting worse each day with no one to tell.
Living in cars and garages is certainly not fun,
When you're chronically broke and homeless, there's no where to run.
For a short while a job and college seemed to hold the key to unblocking all my hopes and dreams, and finding my destiny.
More abuse, drugs and alcohol destroyed my dreams life and career. To be a good writer and artist, one must be thinking clear.
He shattered my dreams and my heart, my life was once again shattered and torn all apart!
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So much time has gone, I decided it was time to go on, some of my family I finally met, and a few healthy goals in life, I finally set.
I praise the creator for miraculously keeping each one rarely safe and sound, blessed be that each one, was somehow able to be found.
Although we were all raised so far apart, there's not I single day I haven't held them all in my heart.
I reunited with my mother in love, I prayed it would always last, while trying desperately to reconcile the bitter pills of the past.
After many more years of abuse, a divorce finally came my way. Praises to the creator, I could finally come out as Buddhist and gay,..with hope for the future to find a better day....
After many lessons and years later, I've returned to write some more, now I'm that in my 40s, still standing at the door.
I may never finish college, but I did excel in school, The school where life is the only teacher, and the lessons are all hands on as she teaches us each the golden rule.
I've saw so many cross over, to their home beyond the veil, my childhood seems so long ago, like almost a fade away fairy tale.
What I remember most, is the love that I'd been given, if not for that in my life, I couldn't have gone on living.
Mom was unable to have natural children, so she prayed and god sent me to her. A miracle in disguise, my life was saved for sure!
My Mom worked three jobs and dad was the retired caregiver instead. Mom, the disciplinarian who set all the rules, yet I never knew how her poor hands had
bled.
They raised me in a really old fashioned sort of way, andi try not to be resentful, and be grateful for it today.
I learned about the depression, and many ways to survive, I learned how to respect my elders, in times of great peril their wisdom with keep you alive.
I learned respect for life in all her luxurious forms, I learned not to give up so easily, but rather to dance through life's rough times and weather out her storms.
I learned to appreciate life even through the struggles and pain, we need it in our lives like plants need both sunshine and rain.
I never felt pretty or loved, though I was mistakenly wrong. Even in life's stormiest moments, there is always help to guide you along.
I became equipped with the tools I needed, in this life to make it through. I was taught to seek the miricals and lessons in everything that I do.
With everything I try, I was taught to give it my best. To put my best foot forward, and allow the creator to do the rest
Everything seemed so difficult, like a big challenge or test. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't pass them, even though I always would try my best.
One day it finally sunk in, I had an epiphany and such, oh what a day of joy, I realized I was loved very much!
I spent my time lonely and depressed after another shipwreck of abuse. Contemplating suicide, and searching for any excuse.
Now not feeling so desperate for my life to come to an end, I just picked !myself up, dusted off, and began all over again.
Now that I know the key to life is not found in wallowing in lifes misery and pain.
But learning to follow the path of the butterfly and trying to dance in the rain.
There are still some days I feel like an old tattered ball, that's been tossed and bounced around,
Although I know that I've been blessed as true love has finally been
found!
I was lucky enough to marry the greatest gift I've ever known, True Love is the greatest treasure in life, one could ever be shown!
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Invisible bars
Invisible wounds with invisible scars, caged within invisible bars. Tangled emotions like a spiders web spun, with shards of fragmented memories from the time her life had begun.
Shell never amount to anything at all, a zero, a loosed, is what they would çall. She's just like her mother they taunted and teased, her mind is shattered and broken, she's sick and diseased.
She's a waste of breath, and a waste of time, Oh my God you did what; well you're not really mine!
Now that everyone's gone, There's no one left to tell, only my own inner demons left for me to dispell.
Invisible wounds with invisible scars, please help me escape these invisible bars!
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The Great Debate
Some say that earth has evolved, but God has created it too... The rhetorical question seems to be, just how could both be true?
I claim not to be an "ist" of science nor of theology, I'm only a struggling person, in pursuit of life's destiny.
I believe I've found the answer, in pursuit of my hereafter, it comes directly from the bible, and is as simple as a child's laughter.
A day is but a thousand years and a thousand years is but a day, who's to say our father, didn't create the earth this way?
Seven days it took but thousands of years they say, can time really be measured by a minute, an hour, or day...
Each little hour, minute or second, every little speck of time, in various other places, is different from yours and mine.
and GOD like a many faceted diamond, whatever the face or name, in almost every culture, the core teachings are nearly the same.
If we evolved from animals, which were really first created, why is church and science so heavily opposed and debated?
If so many cultures believe in life beyond the grave, how can such selected few be chosen, whose lives are worthy to save!
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Who will remember these
The man who buried his life in a bottle because he could not handle his pain, or the mother who gave up the rights to her children, as they labeled her insane.
Who will remember these?
The soldier that comes home from a battle, with wounds deeper than anyone can see,
Only to find he's unwanted, even tough he fought for us all to be free.
Who will remember these?
A decorated war veteran, as killer and murderer they taunt and they scream,
There is no rest from this hellish nightmare like twisted day dream!
As he prays for an end to his torment and pain, as he pulls the trigger on himself, though not in vain, but he's only remembered as one that is criminally insane!
Who will remember these?
The prisons are full of men and of women just like you and me. We all begin as innocent children with beautiful hopes and dreams that no one can see.
Somewhere beyond childhood, life turns into pain, as so many are lost in the floods as they drown in the rain.
Who will remember these?
So much talent lost daily, as so many lives drown invisibly, but nobody can see, we only honour those standing directly in front of you and me.
Although many more are lost in the title waves of life, because they simply can't swim against the current of life's never ending sea of heartache and strife!
So who will remember?
Who will remember?
Tell me,
Who ...
will remember
These?
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perfection
In this old world, we see every day, people striving for perfection in every way.
failing to find it, we cant see,that it comes from internal love, and peace, living harmoniously.
perfection is a rainbow with its message of love, or an eagles wings swooping down from above.
perfection is a puppy sharing their love, or a purring kitten, content as a dove.
perfection is a lover holding your hand, and watching the sunset so splendid and
grand.
it is the way your hair blows in the wind, or droplettes of water left after a swim.
perfection is laughing and running into the sunrise, watching each morning unfold, like a beautiful surprise.
or like makng love on a warm summers day, watching autumn leaves fall as wild animals plsy.
perfection is found in the tall beautiful grass, or in every way in the running of animals, powerful and fast.
Theres beauty surrounding us every day, its splendid perfection in every way. We overlook the natural beauty that's there, when we organise everything with such critical care.
Perfections not critical, it doesn't pick things apart.Beauty and perfection is how we see with our hearts!
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The Dream Chaser
Everybody has a dream in which you can believe in,
So just let your spirit run wild and free.
Don't be afraid to be yourself because you can do anything.
Life has its trouble as we all know so well,
It doesn't matter because we are strong,
It doesn't matter how rough things may get today,
it can be dealt with we can cope.
Don't ever let anyone trample on you,
whenever you get the blues,
Just let the past linger on amongst your mind for it is gone,
memories are all that's left behind
some are good and some are bad,
but memories are all that we have.
All you've got to do is to keep your spirits high,
be sure to always look on the bright side
Because you know as well as I that today's end
Will soon fly bye, and tomorrow shall soon arrive
Driving along from round the suns rear side,
so keep your spirits high, let em fly,
Just travel on in time being a dream chaser.
Chase after your dreams, no matter how far away they may seem,
For if you try the reward will be worth it someday, just wait and see.
So keep your spirits high let em fly,
Don't ever give up on love cause it can change everything
Just keep your spirits high.
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The Path
The path lies within
let your heart guide the way.
a gift from the goddess
is sent with each bran new day.
Do no harm to others
yet do as you will.
Live in the present
be tranquil and still.
Mother Natures the goddess,
she provides all of our needs,
distributing blessings of pleasure
based on our actions and deeds.
All pleasure comes from the goddess
For us to respect and enjoy
What she has created
We must not harm or destroy.
We must live in harmony with all that's provided
Merging with nature, until all self has subsided.
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Love is
Love is a wonderful thing you know.
It helps us each day as we feed and grow,
it helps us to make the right choices and such,
and strengthens us so very much.
Each caring heart is so full of bliss,
God has given us each day
to help and bless!
For such a kind person as caring as you,
So full of compassion and tenderness too,
This be my plea, and be my prayer
That God will keep you in his care.
May your days be filled with love and glea,
Little birds singing, rainbows and trees.
Bright flowers and streams,
soft meadows and beams,
and with each wonderful blessing
that a lifetime may bring!
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The Walk
I decided to take a walk one day
to look at the hills and plains.
As I walked all I could see
is land that had been slain.
I saw paper and cans,
rubber and steel,
Rusty old pipes,
and a half broken wheel.
As I watched this pitiful sight
my heart was filled with pain,
I thought to myself this tragedy
is such a pitiful shame.
I thought of starvation and poverty
and of many dying beasts,
I thought of forests and sugar beets,
and of many fields of wheat,
Upon which dying animals
and starving people may feed
If only you and I would change
This era of compulsion and greed.
Take a stand to save the land,
Give Mother Nature
a helping hand!
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