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answers, please?

 

the conflict

the clash

the spirit unhonored

the soul treated as trash

first the body, then the cause

never understood the value of the dollar

when does the personal revolution start and when does it end?

when do self preservation, sex, and social consciousness occur for the right reasons to reign?

we fight for the microphone!

 

do you find space there to love your enemy when you can't find love for what he's done?

is there a difference between a fool and what he's won?

insanity wins when death becomes run of the mill

i can find satisfaction when there is love of the human form and animals insects bugs

even

in the primitive tribe

 making its way up a hill

 

the grip of fear causes such doubt in the panic a haze is perpetualized

is that a word as such?

we manifest such love and hate and wonder

ignorant to what the big plan is word for word all about, much

 

the strangest thing i've ever learned is that life can be solid in happiness and content

in moment to moment life with the courage and compassion to dream and to wish to accept

who and how we are

what god said and what he meant

and to cycle in the best aspects of it and be alive

 

sometimes i wonder if we were even meant to get along

 

everyday people can choose to universe to the atom 

it all matters

as sure as your breath

from your heart, from top to bottom

 

you can create something positive

you can stand you can take someone's hand

you can step out of the bad ways you have known of

o, the things of death

and leave them behind you can step into the light

you can raise a loved family

or you can make the music that people make love to in the night

 

questions

answers

a path to personal truth

a path to your people's history

the light you call it conscience

ii call it the life of the soul

i am a sleuth fallen into a hole

 

we become so concentered in our own realities

whether suffering in the suburbs or in distant deserts

with such sadness present

 

you have yourself to deal with

9/11 woke me up to it all

... the mirror, to myself

but so much has always been there always

always was

how do we make it out of this hate? a precarious scenario

a fragile situation?

a question for

a quest

and in that moment i became the student

 

i can hardly remember my dad and my mom struggled so

and that much i owe back to the greater design

that has

brought my heart to such precise longing

that i will achieve

o, my dream!!!

if i ever make it out of my self possession

 

maybe one day love between us all will be more prominant sight

but until then we have plenty enough of tiny wars that come not so very much with blood or battered brains

and might

but with hearts of loving kindness

sacrifice earns its tears

with language, with distance, with walls, with glass it all gets to be such a mess

but bless this life,

let not let the war spirit become the sole mentality

for then it protects nothing but itself

 

i can't pretend to be a know it all

or know you

i know what taints the mind and emotions

as innocence is worth being protected

 

this poem is written to get me out of this terror of a moment and of single nature

and get back to living a life

in a life that is a luck and a bounty

no small pleasure should be tresspassed on or ignored

and by that i mean overlooked or undervalued

and we should extend that as we can

but maybe that's where the problem started

 

just a peaceful man

in this i am self sufficient

and these obstacles these trials are just made by us

some bad thing to overcome

 

possibly

 

  maybe

 

i know some things are worth preserving ...

 

and innocence is reborn with love

 

i geuss it is just a secret

 

that each day awakes us to

 

if you care about the meaning