Beauty

Beauty 

Beauty is

A baby's cry at birth,

A baby's step,

The first,

A mother's touch,

A father's smile,

And forgiveness,

Of self and others.

Beauty is,

Wiping someones tears away,

Hugging, helping,

Kind words we say,

A gift we give,

A gift received,

And eternal graciousness.

Beauty is,

Love, faith, hope and cheer!

and freedom from fear,

A song to sing,

A talent not wasted,

Truth and friendship,

Unquestioned.

Beauty is,

Unconditional love and understanding,

A glowing tolerance,

A respect of difference,

Knowledge and acceptance.

Beauty is,

A flower in spring,

A winter wind, and mercy,

Beauty is,

A bird in flight,

A summer night, and you!!!

For beauty is within us all,

Given...common...potential!

Several Poems.

Fly 

Gather up the missing pieces,

Drop them on my door step,

Trust in the forgiveness,

That awaits.

I do not know your truth,

Only dancing shadows,

Of the guilt you carry,

In your heart.

There are no demons waiting,

Only angels singing,

Longing to embrace,

Your open wounds.

All we are is human,

Frail and imperfect,

Giving birth to knowledge,

Of the soul.

I can only welcome,

Honest sin and folly,

For I know it's a reflection,

Of my own.

Look into your mirror,

Say hi! to truth and fear,

Pass them to me gently,

You are free.

Wake up dear,

You've slept too long,

Tethered to a dream,

Within a cloud.

Thanks for the gymnastics,

No excercise is futile,

Embrace a memory,

and we will fly.

.....

Open Wound 

I've become an open wound,

Sprinkle salt into me,

See the self bleed freely,

Dripping knowledge on the ignorant.

Authenticate your soul,

No one owns it,

Liberate your silent heart,

Hear it beating out in 4/4 time

Wisdom of the ages.

Wash away conformity,

You are what you think,

The key is underneath

The door mat, that is you,

Truth is all that matters

No one loves you, till they know it.

You can spend a life time,

A slave to expectation,

Let it go,

Expect the self,

Be!

..........

Tears 

They do not rinse the pain away,

Do not stop the clock,

Do not listen to opinion,

Will not stop to talk,

They only drain a cavity,

Between the heart and soul,

A mirror made of memory,

Out of your control,

They are a gift,

I think you'll see,

Without which we would drown,

Worth no more than one small smile,

No less than one fresh frown,

Tears just drop because they can,

Flow because they must,

A river beautiful and free,

Everyone can trust,

So next time you see teardrops fall,

Just like they had eyes,

Remember it's so laughs can grow,

In between the cries.

........

Flying 

I'll fly away from me again,

Pretend to never be again,

Over sea to see again,

The other side of pain.

I'll fly toward the east I think,

The west has brought me to the brink,

In search of my own missing link,

To the south of Spain.

I'll fly to where the palm trees sway,

I'll fly to where the dolphins play,

This life makes no sense anyway,

I'll give you what I gain.

I'll fly until the sky runs out,

I'll fly until i have no doubt,

Until I know what I'm about,

I'll fly and fly again.

To you, yes you there sitting still,

Before you take another pill,

Take flight my friends, find the will,

That's it, good bye, the end.

Love is Too Big

Love is too big,
When it’s not what you’re used to,
Love is too small,
When your heart’s torn in two.

Love is just right,

When it doesn’t take effort,

Love is the best,

When it happens to you.

Chorus...

Love is a book,
As good as one gets,
Just like the bible,
Without all the bets.
It’s only one word,
But it says it all,
If you’re without it, my friend,
Well then, get ready to fall.

Love isn’t blind,
It can see twenty twenty,
Love is elusive,
Don’t throw it away,
Love is a feeling
We need for survival,
Love is a friend
At the end of the day.

Chorus...
Love is too big,
When it’s not what you’re used to,
Love is too small,
When your heart’s torn in two,
Love is just right,
When it doesn’t take effort,
And love is the best,
When it happens to you,
Yeah...love is the best,
When it happens to you.

You Can

You can print a thousand poems,
Sing a thousand songs,
Paint a thousand pictures,
And still not get along.

You can talk until your face turns blue,
Plead until you cry,
But then when no one listens,
You wonder why you try.

You can point toward the answers,
Quote from history books,
Talk about solutions,
Without a second look.

You can fight against frustration,
Apathy and lust,
And still find that temptation,
Is all that you can trust.


You can hide behind your heart ache,
Yearning for your youth,
Wishing you had wisdom,
Searching for the truth.


You can dream like all the dreamers,
Without accomplishing,
Pretending that the answer,
Is what tomorrow brings.


For there is no cure for blindness,
For those who will not see,
For what may be my opinion,
For you, just may not be.

We Are One

Personally I am tired of division. Humans, naturally, are one. Not a splintered mess.
We have been fed lies of division, of separation, in order to stifle opposition.
Right now it matters little who is in government if people are meeting in secret to plan wars of conquest and submission. If people are meeting in secret to usurp the peoples right to power; to think freely, to live without interference and heavy burden.
Truth today is in short supply. Drowned out by rhetoric, frustration, argument, thinking us and them...rather than WE.
It is time for people to realize that we are all one. To drop selfish ideology in favour of common sense, common decency, common good will.
War is not the answer to the worlds problems, money is not the answer to world problems, hatred and separation of goodness through the use of fear...will not solve the worlds problems. Instead it amounts to deliberate exacerbation.
Only an open heart and questioning mind can lead to solutions.
Only mutual love and understanding can solve the mess created by greed and evil.
The problems is... a lot of very bad people are making a lot of money off the backs of the poor. It is in the interest of these people to keep us divided and fighting each other.
So it will not be an easy road ahead. Those who hold back room power in this world do not want to give it up. Only through the realization that we really are not naturally separate; will the people prevail in this ongoing struggle. We all simply want, food, water, shelter and love. Apparently these things are expensive in this morally bankrupt world.

Bilderberg

They all meet in secret,
Behind closed doors,
Bankers, brokers, media whores.
Where the apple of your eye is rotten to the core.
In a fantasy where shit doesn't stink.


They're playing a game
They like to call chess,
But really its all just a military mess,
As long as there's a profit
They never will confess
As they lead this world to the brink.

Politicians get their orders,
With a wink and a nod,
They all use this hand shake
That's really quite odd,
Ain't it cool how they all like to play God.
While the masses drown in red ink.

It's the Bilderberg group,
Or so I am told,
Run by David Rockefeller,
Who's really fucking old,
Pretty sure it's time to put this devil on hold.
Before you and I go extinct.