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Propaganda PastThis is what we where given
A man has no right to complain
A long time ago we were protectors
Given the beauty yet turned to corruption
In our hands and we covered that pain with masks
Leering at the gift that spoke
We turned on each other, lack of care
With no one held dear we conquered
Left the loss of hope for better things
Money, Fame, Glory, it seemed like the answer
Without claim we have no reason to do anything
Our purpose rising to heaven, burning like fragrance
Without hope men will become desperate
Our enemy being concealed
Delivering catastrophes on media driven frenzy
Having no power except information, a jilted spirit
Back than we were protectors
We lost love but claimed we were blameless
Now it's broadcast for all to see
Are essence poisoned and refined to sugar
That which was noble has been delivered as spoiled
If we could take it all back
If we could repair the tragedy
Let's start by leaving the shame of our past
And disregard the failures that we blamed on our f
They Say - Don't be a heroThey say that being a hero is somewhat stupid,
that bravery enacted by those who are not empowered allow them to suffer futility in their actions and bring about a greater loss than if they had kept to themselves.
“Don’t be a hero.” They say, in order to keep people’s greater instincts suppressed
and cause those to think rather than to act.
But what the Hero themselves don’t always know is that
they have the power to succeed,
that their actions can bring about a greater future,
and that with their willpower and creative thinking,
any evil doesn't have a chance.
Being a hero isn't about thinking, it is about sacrifice.
Strength"Sensitivity and depth of feeling is never weakness, it is more delicate and vulnerable to harm,
yes.. but most beautiful things are. True sensitivity is unconditional love.. and that's stronger
than anything." Uilliam
Star-filled SkiesCool breeze,
brushing through the trees
For the chill of it all?
The silence and the darkness?
What darkness, he asks.
Met with confused looks,
yet he just gazes up.
The stars, you see,
they over shine the darkness,
which is why we see them.
And the best thing is that
no matter who you are
how old you are
what you do in life
what you believe in
who you love
who you don't
you always see the stars and the moon
given a bit of time and luck of weather.
So while others wait for the sun every day
I simply wish for the stars every night.
One beautiful Rose, but with Thorns...Life may be as beautiful as the red rose, but it also contains thorns...
Self ReflectionTo admire your enemies,
it is one step above relating to them
Pitying your enemies
Is one step above despising them
Coming CleanI'm gonna be honest with you, I don't have any idea what I'm doing.
I keep coming up with these absolutely ridiculous thoughts and ideas that mess with me way more than my own thoughts should, and they're almost always about trivial bullshit. One day, I consider how many people would care if my plane went down in a field somewhere. I wonder how many lives would be affected by the loss of everyone on board with me, how long it would be on the news, if at all. Then I'm realizing that I'm just a grain of sand in a great cosmic beach or some hippie crap like that that you've heard spewed a dozen times from books and speeches and poetry.
Can this be called a poem? I don't like to write poems. I have no skill with them and at my age they always wind up full of angst.
I guess you could say that we're having a conversation, but at the same time you aren't contributing at all. I don't even know who the hell you are, yet I'm talking to you, the abstract idea of a reader, like we're friends. I su
horizon lostWe walked along the dry and stony track, high and ever higher, in the highest mountains of the world, and at last we saw the Mountain, the home of beauty, of spirit, and imagination. With green fields in terraces at its holy, truly holy, symmetrical, single foot.
The Blue Mountain, the mountain of beauty and spirit, has a split on one side, from which all the rivers of the world flow out, with all the colours of rainbow and forest, and plain and desert and sky.
In the terraced valley, the sweet and beautiful palace of knowledge and calm reflection, we lived for an era unknown. At last our unresting spirits desired more, ever more. We suddenly desired to leave our contentment. For something new, exciting.
We escaped from the valley of our confinement to peace and beauty. We escaped to our world of ugliness and destruction, and our eternal wanting greed. The fault lies not in the Universe, but in us.
We wanted because of some imperfection within our minds, not knowing that we had a
The Nihilism Card"Uh, she totally is so dumb! She believes in morality in spite of there being no God! She should totally have no compassion, but rigid devotion to dogma instead, to not find her path, but to never stray from the same light!
I am much more moral. I believe we should devote ourselves not out of free will, but out of delusional duty, not out of compassion, but of inflexible dogma! Hell, do you even know what she believes? She believes mankind is inherently good, instead of degenerate imbeciles who sinned against Yahweh!
Truly she is a despicable person! While I am God's chosen."
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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