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Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Reality Strikes

A split image of yourself,
A destiny to be,
A person you once new, is now a dust in the wind,
What is happening,

To the life I see before me,
Everything is changing like wind and water and sea and sand,
Life is no longer safe for I be told,
The earth the stars and us,

Nothing more,
Silence in the atmosphere,
Not one soul alive,
This is what life would be like if we have war on our side,

What happens when life starts decaying,
Nothing,
Silence, stillness in endless time,
This is what it would be like without controlling our actions,

Life as we know it... is ending,
We can change it by working as one,
Knowing each of us as a brother and sister,
Saving our family from destruction,

We all can help,
By changing our thoughts, actions and emotions,
To care and look after all that needs help,
This could lead us to uniting all nations together in peace and harmony,

This is what needs to be before it’s too late,
And in letting the world end the human race,

For I can’t stop myself,
Saving an innocent child’s life,

From what we have become,
And must end. 

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Footprints In The Sand..

Footprints in the sand; 
Silhouettes to children's souls;
Among the playgrounds shadow,
The wind distracts my balance upon a lonesome swing…
And I am now thus in a daze…
Nothing can control how much I fall from grace;
To land on sand as smooth as marble…
And those leaves that flutter in timeless ways;
Upon the sands of time endlessly…
Humming to music as always;
Like dancing to no music – simultaneously,
The matter of fact that silence is scary to the heart, soul and mind;
Fatally,
I am discovered in a way,
Rather than misplaced…
Searching for the truth in the middle of the day,
And receiving no answers; bewilders my mind…
Why do I care to search for anything the least bit mindful?
Almost as though I have physically been engulfed by my playground;
Yet it does not belong to me -
It brings to me grandeur thoughts of life…

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

‘A lost child, is a found heart’

A reporter looks at an empty page,
He is still in his wondrous and space less time,

‘A lost child, is a found heart’

A mother grieves over the loss of her child,
Though the first breaths were his last,
Their hearts beat as one…
Even though the time is short,
The moment is everything…
The smile;
The feeling of new…
Gives possibility;
Possibility to a yearning heart…
Moments before are endless,
A perfection of infinite beauty,
Captures eye to eye to the loving hearts of mother to father;
A found soul -
In a lost body,
Perfect on the outside;
Silence and stillness on the inside…
The hearts still bound together,
By cherishing the love of their lost child…
The lingering moment lost in her thought…

A perfect child,
A boundless child,
An innocent and pure gift,
Made and in place by memories and emotions,
Never forgotten forever more…

Reporters’ page now written,
With a tender and loving mother,
With a heart of wellness and prosperity

Dedicated to 'little peace' and all the little souls found