poemsand poetry

~ Semphony of Life ~
On the way...
humans R walking, minds R thinking,
On the way...
Blissful ones & Gloomy ones
But Unfortunately
With out Stability
The problem of community

All of us deny it
We must believe it

Sometimes betray you,
No! don't despondent
You Must resist
You must be strong

lets Going on...
Walking on the way again
Whipping that hardly pain

Your hand in my hand

our God in the heart
We can face the Hurt
By *The Optimist Heart*

Breaking Out
by Ron Carnell

Sunshine on my pillow,
Tear stains on my sheet;
Another lonely night,
Another morning to greet.

Get up ... Go to work ...
Fight the bustling thong.
Another day ... Another dollar ...
It's gone on far too long!

I'm breaking out!
I'm breaking free!
I'm gonna be
whatever is me.
And leave my destiny
To a thing called fate.

Watch the flowers grow.
Watch the children touch.
Feel my soul grow wider.
And be so very much.

I'm breaking out!
I'm breaking free!
I'll live my life
gentle and easy.
I'll live with style,
And sing my songs
Loud and clear
To those bustling thongs.

And one of these days,
They'll break out, too,
And see the truth:
To be you is true.

About the poems their pain :
At times I feel like my life is complicated,
grief and suffering to come my way than He
should have. But in my heart,
I know I should be thankful that I have access to
opportunities that others will never even dream of
having, that I should be glad I even have loved ones,
even if they are taken away from me.
I have had painful things happen to me, and I
know what sorrow feels like, but there are always
those who have been hurt deeper than me. To them I
can only offer my prayers, and my sympathy.

What it's like to sacrifice
How it feels to do without
What it takes to pay the price
To offer all I have
Unto others with a need
I can only imagine
For myself, I live in greed

I can only imagine
What it's like to be alone
How it feels to be rejected
How to get by on my own
To never share a secret
To feel empty deep inside
I can only imagine
For myself, I live in pride

I can only imagine
What it's like to be abused
How it feels to lie awake
Feeling angry, tired and bruised
To have no friend to turn to
Filled with rage I can't release
I can only imagine
For myself, I live in peace

I can only imagine
What it's like to know such pain
How it feels to wake each morning
With a past I can't explain
To live a constant nightmare
That no else can parallel
I can only imagine
But for them, they live in Hell

About the poems Angr : I've learned after years of fights
that it doesn't do any good to get angry; that only makes
things worse, out of angry let your head stay clear and clam ..

Anger
Chuming and boiling
heaving, hot-like a cup of tea
on a table in an earthquake
the steam zigzags up as the
cup cllanks & rat-tat-tats
on the saucer
And the dark tea sloshes around
in whirlpool
over- spiling the side and
staining the fine lace cloth
pressure.. stress.. force..
Gravity-and then EXPLOSIO!
and silence .... peace
the deadened silence of a cease-fire
Thick, heavy, silence..
It almost as unbearable as the quake
more ominous.. fearful.. unknown......
can this uncertain peace really
be more comfortable
then certain anger war
by wendy flora