Silence
Silence is a currency Of highest value It speaks louder than words And calms anxious minds Yet there are those Who know nothing of the value Silence holds And fear the wealth They will never own
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Silence
Silence is a currency Of highest value It speaks louder than words And calms anxious minds Yet there are those Who know nothing of the value Silence holds And fear the wealth They will never own

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Landslide
Spring comes like a landslide
First trickling down the slope
Rocks making music as they fall.
Then all at once.
Sweet smells and cut grass
Mingle in the air
Birds sing and make home
Mixing with the rivers chatter.
The rocks fall faster
Their sound a roar of power
Days are warm, smiling down
And suddenly its summer.
sometimes
the only difference between
peace and war
is the news coverage
what would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?
What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail? If no matter what you do success was guaranteed? Would you swim to the bottom of the ocean See sights and corals ambrosian?
Would you climb to the top of the empire state Look down at New Yorkers as ants? Hitch a ride to the arctic circle to see polar bears Live your life free from cares?
Would you create a masterpiece In music, paints or words? Would you challenge yourself to something new Perfect something you want to peruse?
Will you talk that one, who makes the words You feel so dearly, catch in your throat? Show them you're the leading role And not the co-starred soul?
What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail? If no matter what you do success was garenteed? All of us would better our lives, blinded by our greed, Yet given opportunity for peace to succeed.
Unhappy people
We are taught To be unhappy Unsatisfied With life Because Unhappy people Are easy to control Easy to calm Easy to contain Satisfied people Happy people People who know Their worth Cant be controlled Cant be denied For they will fight For whats right Whats good And whats just Happy people Cant be governed With lazy Policies

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lonesome Luna
how lonely the moon must be
to only see the night,
when all the world is sleeping
never seeing her light
sometimes she sees parties
fire thrown to the sky
when she there in all her grace
somethings gone awry
lump of rock to us, she’s not.
in fact our worlds heart
our living seas and oceans
followed her from start.
our nightlight in the darkness
subject of study and scorn,
but when she's full and smiling
we track who's being born
in past times we worshiped her
and maybe we weren't wrong
a goddess to our home earth
a gift awaited daylong
I wonder if she thinks on this
her past and present with earth
I wonder if she's lonesome
waiting for us to realise her worth
Where wild lives
There is freedom in things wild
That soaked in moonlight
Or kissed by sun's fusrt rays
That which feels the rains of night
Should never feel chains
Or concrete under bare foot
Those caressed by winds
And paint face with soot
A special kind of freedom
Comes to those wild
Like ancestors before them
They make the earth smile
Obsolete
I have no gun
No trigger to pull
I have no pills
To fill me full
To need either or
Is unimportant
When I have pen
Making them guardant
Robbery
The rose grows in lighter
Flames tickling at its leaves
Red petals singed by fire
Beauty stolen by theives
One more cup
One more cup of coffee I'm not ready to leave, Your shirt is soft on my skin To take it off ill grieve
One more cup of coffee, Don’t let me see the world, Let us talk, make art While watching creamer swirl
One more cup of coffee Your black hair falling astray Twisted by your pillows Breath caught in my airway
Just one more cup of coffee After that I'll go! I can't bear to leave you now, In early mornings glow.
I'll put my clothes on slow, Your shirt in my case But just one more cup please So I may leave in grace

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painting the flowers
Poetry is art
Art is painting
So I paint the flowers
To save them from
Wilting
The concepts 'average' and 'extraordinary' are not mutually exclusive, nor do they have to be defined as such, yet it is a common misconception of mankind that they are. Something cannot be extraordinary if it is also average, normal, boring. I put it to you that though these concepts are man made, and therefore cannot be trusted more than a fish finger could at a lecture on how to survive the jungle could be, that they can coexist not only within the same time, space and relitivity to eachother, but also in the same object. For example, as a child, we are told we are special, we could be anything we want to be. Of course there is then those of us as a species that demonstrate extraordinary skill or talent, for example Steven Hawking's ability with mathematics, or Beethoven's musical prowess. Each person standing, sitting, standing on their head, is special in their own way. Each life is extraordinary in it's very basic form. Cells must divide, they must do so quickly and without fault, it is the very reason you have hair on your body (those of us with the genetic ability) or the ability to breed. If these cells should fail to complete this division successfully then cancerous cells will be formed, which must then, should they pose a health risk be removed and treated. The human body is extraordinary, it can fight off infection, it can be trained, monitored, it can heal when broken and it is all run from one central command post, a brain with the ability to learn and exspamd. Knowledge from centuries of observation can be stored and those with interest and talent such as professor Hawking's can improve themselves to skill levels the average person can only hope to achieve! And after listing and exciting you on just how special we all are, I will say this. Those things that make us extraordinary, make us ordinary. Everyone is special, by definition therefore, no one is. This doesn't mean that you, your neighbour, your best friends cousins-sisters-hampsters-friends-human isn't extraordinary, in fact they are! They're alive... Provided they are in fact, alive and not a hologram, and that is extraordinary! Those specific genes, that specific set of DNA had to be created, with the specific circumstances that the person has lived through, and with the genetic ability to change and grow had to be put together! That's never happend before and it never will again. And yet, they're still a bag of blood and muscle, held ridged by a skeleton bring driven by a gooey stress ball with the ability to think. And if nothing else, that is what every other human and a goodly number of animals, are too, living on a roundish rock circling a fireball that's not particularly interesting compared to the others in the sky other than it is the one closest to us, that just happend to be able to sustain life. At this time we have no idea if that is unusual either,however we can assume that it is not. So yes we are all extraordinary! But that doesn't also make us average. being human is to be average. It is to blend in. It is to learn and develop and find the things in the life we have been granted to find happiness in a mundane and unusual world. Whether you are a scientist, musician, artist, circus performer, adult entertainer, you are extraordinary because there will never be another like you, you are one of a kind. But don't forget that the humility of knowing you are also every other human too, at the very core, a bag of blood and muscle held ridged by a skeleton, driven by a singular organ, is invaluable to the future of our extraordinarily average race.
The rabbit fell in love
With the wolves strong presence,
yet they knew they were prey
They would hurt gladly
For the wolves pleasure.
My soul is too big for my body
My heart too big for my chest
I need the wind to whip at my hair
And the waves to play at my feet.
I was born to a world too small
Strangling me to my submission
As I fight to breathe the poison
I wish only to be free
Summer nights of strawberry wine,
I miss the sun's kiss on my skin.
And much like you, those sweet kisses
The sun's touch always will sting

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Cold mists forming
The days are getting short
Rain falls from mountains
Birds fly south over port.
The starting verse of winter
Spindling arm's reach forth
Soon frost and ice storming
Coming in from the north.
When did the leaves fall?
Seems only yesterday it was spring
Now we sit by warm fires
Waiting for what winter brings.
Warmth and comfort from loves
And hot tea in your hand.
Watching snow fall out the windows
A bleached and blanketed land
I am Alice down the rabbit hole,
A wonderland adventure
A world in which I don't quite fit,
And yet where I'm due to reside.
Too big or too small, never on time
To win is to loose,
And yet i will stare down red queen's
If I have your smiling eyes.