Monday, May 20, 2013

Music can tell a story by Jorge Neel Daniel

 


I hear the music
Music is love
Music is life
Music can tell a story

Music cheers
But also brings memories
What's so special about music?
When I listen to music it takes me'
to another world.

Music is my passion
Music soothes the soul
Music can take away the pain
Our life is music.

Music inspires me
The music flows through me
Do you hear it?
The beats of music.

Come dance with me tonight.




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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Peace is what remains by Christiane Goldrick Rey

 



Peace is what remains
After the warriors are exhausted:
Therefore peace is born in flames and fumes?
Amidst torn bodies?
Amidst an arm here, a foot there?
Is that the genesis of Peace?

Our rationality, the ship of our rationality
Can travel green tempests.
It fails yet oftentimes
To course on the flat sea-breast

We humans are forced to Peace
And therefore say that we love Peace:
We love what we are forced to
Or because
Our biology so dictates:
For when biology dictates the fumes of war
Very little rationality remains
In the time-glass of the brain

And Peace becomes a wish, a sigh, a word.







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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Weight of Love by Mark Tumblin Werwath




I once was asked concerning love versus hate
Why does it seem that hate is so great?
While hate is a very strong emotion too
Nothing can equal love that is true

The weight of hate is very heavy to bear
While it seems like love is lighter than air
Accounts of hate make a big news headline
While actions of love you must look hard to find

But when you consider that love is patient, kind,
Envieth not, not pompous, not puffed up, not rude,
Seeketh not her own, slow to anger, thinks no evil,
Rejoices not in wrong doing, but rejoices in the truth,
Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
Endures all things, and never fails*

You soon learn that the density of love is so much,
Although the scales be heaped with a great volume of hate
It's catapulted by a mere measure of love's touch,
Love strengthens the bearer so one feels not its weight










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Friday, May 3, 2013

Peace by Sadiqullah Khan Ashbery

 
I want peace
Peace in my personal space
At least
Then spreading like perfume
All encompassing
Peace in my head
In my heart
In my demeanor
In my talk
In my eyes
On my tongue
In my hands
My feet
Refuse
To take me
Anywhere
Where there is no peace
My hands refuse to carry
That gun
I want peace in my feelings
I like the great word
Speak of peace
All prevailing
In nature
And like butterflies
Like bees
For the nectar sweet
Like in a garden
And then spread it
All over me and you
Like honey
In my songs
In my lyrics
And at the time
Of my return
Cloth me in white
The color of peace




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