Poetry

weakness

Weakness has gathered in the heart of thee

Exposing the human being his fragility

It’s not the Human’s fault

The universe is what puts his heart under assault

The quaking sea of our soul can’t settle with ease

Especially when it’s engorged with ripples of disease

Many a mortal have developed a cure

But the deadliest remain elusive and evil at its most pure

It’s the incurable evil that makes man want to break

Especially when it’s a loved one’s life at stake

What makes you feel weak is the inability to invoke change

This leads is what makes us psychotic and deranged

You pull your hair and scream why

Feeling like you will soon die

The truth is, the fertile weakness has birthed fear

Fear that you’ll lose something that to you is dear

Who do you turn to when you are afraid?

What do you do when you are undergoing this raid?

The only thing you can do is steel your mind

Strengthen your resolve and leave that fear behind.

Abandon the fear of not being able to do anything.

No this will not prevent the maladies fate will bring

But you can become a version of strong.

Strong enough to deal with the universe’s wrong

A strength to make you able to speak

Speak loud in protest when the universe has made you weak

The dark dank evil of the universe of the evil created diseases

But it’s the human thing to protest it and not let it do as it pleases

 

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Poetry

Gift of Love

There is no time like now/
The present to present our presence/
A presence of love and Yule tide cheer/
Where none of us live in fear/
We all embrace our fellow man/
Not bolster a nationality or skin tan/
Accept one and all as human/
Knowing we are flawed, we are men/
Just beings in search of love/
A quest ordained from those above/
The time is now people, join this happy holiday/
Spread not hate, but love each and every way/
Seek not the need for violent acts/
None are justified, and that’s just facts/
Give the gift of love, that would be nice/
It’s free of charge, filling, and melts the ice/
The ice around a malice filled heart/
It may not fix the world, but it’s a good start.

Love one another people, happy holidays

Poetic ice

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