Power, religion

Power, religion

We’ve been through this before.

I might not have been around, but I cry.

I cry about those lost souls,

Raped by their race,

Mistreated by their religion,

Murdered by their dictators,

I cry for all those who robbed them of their self-respect, their hope.

They sucked them dry leaving them without a whole soul.

Why are we dealing with these same issues again?

Have we learned nothing?

Power.

Religion.

While we spit in the face of humanity with our own hate.

Travel Dear Sir

Travel dear sir

You travel dear sir to your heart’s desire,

You forge your feelings in order to confess your lies.

A swallow, a passing wave,

Sadly, they both can’t help you feel.

Your badge worn on your heart’s sleeve;

Iron-made and steadily steeped.

Steeped in the finest brand of lies a dear sir can manifest in.

For a daughter he may never truly understand or care for.

For remorse he may never feel for his own wrong doing.

So travel dear sir,

Travel to your heart’s desire.

No rusty old cage

No rusty old cage

One flake of sand, meant for every hand.

Forever and more will you be my bore?

Lasting words which we use to hurt, wouldn’t and shouldn’t we rather flirt?

Our biggest pothole has been bumped and hit.

Be there for me when I need you more and least, when we will then fit.

The years will go by and in old age; we will look back without any mistakes and not feel as though

we’ve been entrapped in a rusty old cage.

Enigma

Enigma

Would you love a piece of me?

Hold the garment, let me be!

Say what you have to say, -closed deafness-

Won’t say anything!

So say what you have to say make a point not a statement.

Replacing the old me,

Would be like turning the other side of the coin.

When happiness turns into cold whispers (trust me),

Hide from reality…    m                              e       Reality!

Run, crawl…                        m              e                         Bleeding away!

Speak…                                      me                                  Are you there?

Whisper…                                                                      Help me be!

Mumbling…                                                                Sane for thee?

To you the words…                                            The words?                          

                                      I                              love

                                                    you

Inspired sigh

Inspired sigh

Harsh words; the more, the stronger you’ll get.

Bravery doesn’t come in a battle; luck does,

to which you've made it alive but dead inside.

Love speeches inspire art.

Dictators try to rule; overruled by rules.

Last world- - confused people. Struggle, it’s this!

My page, I’m stuck in this chapter. How will it end?
Will it end? Today?

Our ambitions turn to dreams;

our goals into miracles.

Two turtle doves

Whenever I see your face,
you fill me up with pride.
Knowing that I've found my place
which is right by your side.

One day, you know what we shall find?
two turtle doves cuddling in a tree;
which will give us peace of mind,
knowing that our love is meant to be.

But until that wonderful day,
that day when they shall appear.
Remember that in my head I already say;
my love for you knows no end.

*This is the first poem my then-boyfriend, now fiance, Chris sent. Edited by me*

You

You

It could never be dark,

If you left your mark.

I could never be sad or mad,

If your accent went like ‘rad’ or ‘lad’.

The light would always shine,

If you could always be mine.

The key on your back,

My love it won’t lack.

Your key won’t get hard as a rock,

Only would go softly into my lock.