We live in our own little worlds, secure in our own beliefs, our own experiences. But we don't see what's happening in the world itself, we don't see the full picture because we're too wrapped up in our own little puzzle piece. We don't realize that a puzzle piece, by itself, is just a flash of color, a non-sensical bit of reality that is barely reality when taken alone. We have to work together. We have to connect the little selfish self-less pieces to build a unified whole. Only then can we truly know. Only then can we see the full picture.
Rhyming Dictionary
Determining determination Takes a lot of dedication Ending in a culmination Of the truth of your salvation
Overthrowing defamation Working through all the frustration Leads to final activation Of your friendly affirmation
Defining aspiration Without any deviation Will lead to the condensation Of your final declaration
And honest dedication With a truthful distillation Of your thoughtful expectation Will avoid an altercation
The proudest proclamation Of your well-planned motivation Despite careful trepidation Shows your careful meditation
The slightest inclination To find the information That can yield the explanation Leads to greatest conversation
The greatest fascination To this poem's full germination And it's careful incubation Without any hesitation In the thorough inclination To include all machination In the final presentation Without any punctuation Of this thorough rumination On a rhyming permutation Leads to this poem's dissipation And its final termination
We Are Many, We Are One
My name is not my own to give, My life is not my own to live, My secrets are not mine to keep, My hard work is not mine to reap.
It may seem rather strange to you, To live like this, but I make due, I'm part of something larger, see? Something that reaches beyond me.
If we can live in harmony, Perhaps the world someday will see, This life I give to set them free, Given to help society.
My name is not my own to tell, I do my job, I do it well, I take my corner of the cause, And hope to make your leaders pause.
This hard work that I now perform, I'm not alone, this is the norm, Amongst my friends, we do what's right, For everything, both big and slight.
What seems to be the problem, friend? Just come with me, your hurts I'll mend, We'll make life new, come join with me, Just trust my word, and you will see.
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We are many, we are one, And our Plan has just begun, Helping others do what's right, We love peace but we will fight.
We are many, but united, Party's here and you're invited, Join with us to save the day, Don't let evil come this way.
We are many, we are strong, None can fight us for too long, We stand up for what is right, Hope will give us strength to fight.
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My name is not my own to give, My life is not my own to live, My path is set before me still, And I will follow, come what will.
Midnight
The hour creeps unto the dawn And here I sit alone My mind is here, my thoughts are gone And I do feel at home
This darkness that does mask the eyes Does truly free the mind When daylight comes the feeling flies... Reality does bind
And so darkness allows true sight Past inconsequentials The brightest time of day is night To gather thought essentials
The Universe tugs at my mind The quiet pull to sleep... In slumber rest, my thoughts to bind...
Her mysteries to keep.
Image of Imagination
I wish that I were strewn across my bed, Reading a book into the dark'ning gloom. And as I turn each page the more I'm led Into a land quite far from my own room. And as the words draw life upon the page, As actions bold and fierce do now unfold, As actors fret and strut across the stage Imagination gives to them to hold, As life becomes adventurous and brave, And each new character of life is shown Their own part in this drametizing cave Of mine in which they are to make their home, Then do I realize what life can be, Then does this soul of mine fly ever free.
Shadow of the Victor
The evil has returned again, Reaching both far and near, Hung'ring for these People of mine, Who hide their heads in fear.
The Wanderer grows weary, Her days are almost gone. But who will lift the fallen banner? Who will carry on?
The pride of my fallen people Thirsts for a hero new. Someone to raise their fallen flag -- That hero, friend, is you.
You must sing the Victor's song With final hope to bring. None other than your shoulders have The strength to make them sing.
So raise your head, throw shoulders back, And sing of Victory, For in your image, pride and courage, Let their reflection be.
So take the fear that once was here, And o'er evil's back break, For now you know the future foe Has fallen in your wake.
Truth's Arrow
Notch the arrow, let it fly Straight and true into the sky Fall to earth, no more to roam Revealing truth when it hits home
Hebzucht the Hog
There is a world with land so vast That all may enter; none may pass
A world so free, with land so pure And food aplenty, no need to store
Into this land came Hebzucht of bad breed Who viewed this land with growing greed
"I could grow wealthy, rich and fat," He told himself as in comfort he sat
"I'll build a wall, then charge a fee, So none can come without paying me."
And so he started to build his wall A wall so thick and wide and tall
A wall the likes no one had seen To compliment his evil scheme
And those who visited the land Would stop and gawk and look and stand
"Who is that fool?" they asked each other Looking around at friend and brother
"Why would he build that silly wall?" No one could answer this question so small
For in his haste to feed his greed, In his rush to complete the deed
He failed to notice a simple fact; He required a fix that his evil plan lacked
The shadow cast by his growing wall Killed all beneath; there was nothing at all!
The trees were shriveled; the rivers ran dry Strangled from life by this new wall so high
Nothing remained when the wall was complete, Forcing its builder to admit defeat.
Now children are warned when they're young to beware They'll lose just like Hebzucht if they refuse to share!
