Inhumanity
Man's inhumanity to man War, rape, violence, murder assault and abuse Voices crying in the night ravaged lands and people So many left wanting no wonder people join in uprising and rebellion People protest against war yet these same people ignore the plight of those who are forced to take up guns and fight The children cry yet are taught to hate The adults weep at hardships long endured The cupboards are bare and the earth is scorched the child living in fear of the next slap or rough fondling in the darkened room under the blankets The man begging on the street corner ignored by the prosperous join in uprising and rebellion

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Little Girl
There is a beautiful crystal castle it sits on a hill and watches the land The soul owner is a beautiful little girl She plays in the garden has everything she needs and lives in happiness One morning she looked into the mirror and saw a stranger It was a woman and she realised it was herself, all grown up In the background scenes of her future life flitted before her She looked deep into the woman's eyes and what she saw made her want to cry She had never seen or felt such pain The woman stared at her and could not understand why such a happy little girl would have reason to cry The little girl said "I am you and you are me I need you to love me and I will love you Take me away from this place and I will make your heart my home there is much love there but you must unlock the door and we can face the world together"

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Love Returned
He can not own me I was not made to be bought or sold He can not control me I'm not a puppet on his strings He can not direct me my path is not the one he chose He can no longer hurt me my strength surpasses his You can love me and I will love you in return You can gently guide me and I will follow You can comfort me when I am needy and I will be gracious I have the flame of hope in my heart and I offer you my gifts if I may ask of you a hand to hold on to a shoulder to cry on loving arms around me an ear that will listen and I will give you all that I have and all that I am and a love so deep you will never want for anything again

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The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!" In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you." The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need." But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind. I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun As I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand, About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

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PRISON WALLS
I'm in prison jail, incarcerated No, not with three brick walls and one of iron bars but prison nevertheless I can walk around, go where I want I could travel the world You can't see the walls and you don't have to sign in to see me, or get frisked for security reasons But I'm still in prison the prison of the mind I know the dimensions yes I've paced it off God, I've been here long enough The walls are high and strong but not made of anything that man can physically breakthrough they're made of fear and betrayal My cell is cluttered, furnished with anger, hate, responsibility, unrequited love, lack of trust, but the need to belong fights against the need to be free the need to be me Oh, I can see the outside world through my small window and sometimes what I see makes me feel safe in prison sometimes the walls start to crumble and I reach out to grasp the hand waiting but then something happens to stop me and the walls become as thick as a mountain Right now the walls are growing wider, stronger, thicker endless.

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The River Runs
The river of my life runs strong and deep but throughout it's course it has taken on many colours and hues The river runs pink when I was born I was small, wrinkled and pink The river runs orange for the happiest and brightest times of my life The river runs green for the times I was sick and needed to be nursed The river runs yellow all the times I was scared not wanting to be alone The river runs yellow so many times I cringed and cowered at your touch The river runs blue since the time a coldness has entered my soul The river runs red for the anger that courses through my being The river runs black hatred for you who betrayed my trust The river runs The river runs a rainbow

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SIOBHAN
There is a little girl her name is Siobhan She has a beautiful smile and a personality to match You can always tell how she feels by looking in her eyes She knows exactly what she wants and goes after it with determination Her laugh sounds like beautiful music and causes others to laugh with her She's got so much love and shows it with lots of hugs caring and kindness I wish her much happiness and hope that she uses her strength when adversity strikes and that she bounces back and can look forward to the future without dwelling on the past She can always come to me when she needs a shoulder to cry on or a hug I hope she knows that I will always love her no matter what.

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SURRENDERING TO PAIN
I laughed 'til I cried cried, cried with no one to hold me and calm me My anger burned a hole in my soul My sadness the sound of my tears My sobs rendered me helpless as I burrowed down to that deep place inside of me where raw emotions hide I cried for the hurt, the pain and the fear and a childhood lost I cried for dignity undone and innocence long forgotten I cried for the questioning silences and the doubt filled eyes I cried because I felt so forsaken the loneliness nesting deep in my heart I cried so loud yet I was not heard The kind of crying that makes others uncomfortable because the pain is all too obvious yet crying seemed a woefully inadequate way to voice such powerful emotions With only bloodshot eyes and a tear stained face to show that moments before my body racked with tremors I faced the world again

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Have you been to the bank?
Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with 86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!!!! Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today. To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade. To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a pre-mature baby. To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train. To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident. To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics. Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time. And remember that time waits for no one. Yesterday is history Tomorrow is mystery Today is a gift That's why it's called the present!! It's National Friendship Week Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care.....

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A lot to Give
Who made this boy believe that he couldn't stand the test that as a human being he was different from the rest A father who told him "Son you've come out all wrong" Never would he fit in, nor would he belong Why does the little girl live all alone with her fears that daddy's next punch will leave her with more than tears "I'm sorry daddy, please, it's probably all my fault" She really wants to say "I don't need this bloody assault" When did the little boy stop seeking physical affection and shy away from any that was aimed in his direction Who was the bastard who stole away his cheeky little grin for innocence lost the pervert should pay the ultimate price for his sin How come the little girl believes all the crap that she is told day after day on verbal abuse she has been sold "Not good enough, too fat, too thin, you just don't fit in" chanted over and over by children standing around her in a ring All these children aren't the first, sadly they are not the last They will bear forever the scars of a hated past Can anyone help them change the beliefs they have been given or to the needle, weed and booze to escape they will be driven Who out there is willing to estimate how much it is they've lost for with pain, fear, terror and tears they have paid the cost Can anybody out there show them they are worthy to live for to this world they really have quite a lot to give.

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