Blinding Lifestyles.

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Blinding Lifestyles.

My world... when new, was when I felt so completed with purpose.
This world now is crumbled and dirty, a cold desolated surface.
It began with beliefs with no boundaries, anything was possible.
Now its gnashing of teeth and cries from me, it's nothing short of unstoppable.

My world had changes undoubtedly, like when I met you.
I changed it all, inspite my fears, and I called it the truth.
During that time of union, and all its abyss of understanding.
During the love we once had, turning to competition, through all the demanding.

My world came crashing down like rain smashing hard against the ocean.
Splashes crumbled my once whole-hearted efforts, and all my unanswered devotion.
Where have you gone? What ever happened with your life?
Did you get to see your dreams, or try to retrieve, all the undying strife.

I worked so hard to build my world but now its all gone.
And so they say, whats said is said, and whats done is done.
But I wont believe it, because what does man know.
He tries to lead, but all I see, is too many chiefs bumping elbows.

I wont chalk it up like its some mere circumstance.
I will stand up alone and give it all just one more fighting chance.
For cowards lay down, and the shallow agrees with the norm.
But no not me, no not ever, I shall bring on the storm.

The same storm that wrecked my world, shall be the storm that I must bring.
Then maybe the rage and destruction, could make the world see.
See that war isn't the answer, and two wrongs don't make it right.
And maybe we all could find some common ground, and all see eye to eye.

For who's place is it to condemn one's beliefs,
then call up on lives like a bandit or thief.
Thieves of souls, who call upon young women and men, to finish battles of old.
So the leaders speak boastfully but many stories untold.
We are broke, but  yet they got plenty of money to fold.

Who among you are flawless, then let it be you that judges the wrong. But its all the opposite, unchanging,
like the day is long. So , so Long.

Therefore, I know that a well written poem would never change the world like I wish it would.
I would give up my life right now, if it meant, peace on earth, and to all that could.
That could believe in their dreams, and believe in the righteous truth.
Which cannot be found in executive briefcases, or local telephone booths.

The truth was given to us, the first breath that we breathed.
Instilled before that, from heaven, the place from whence we were heaved.
God is the storm, and the rain is all mankind. Its all weaved together with love intertwined.

There is light and hope for a brighter tomorrow, and even today. I love all of you, and that's easy to say.
No matter all the ignorance and rash decisions, contemplated by my brothers.
No matter the children being abused, with no love from their mothers.
No matter how many times I have been left, by someone that I loved.
No matter how many hunters kill and eat the most beautiful doves.

No matter the gluttonous ways of man, or his obnoxious consumption of nature.
I'm here to say, I love you all and for real man, I don't hate ya'.
I choose to believe, and to believe in whats not seen is divine.
The truth shall set you free. The truth is the Glory of God, and to us that it binds.

 

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knight4696 commented on Blinding Lifestyles.

10-02-2009

Brad - I'm actually happy to be the first one commenting on this poem. It is lengthly, yes, but well worth the read. A very timely subject, deep in powerful emotion. A really great piece that deserves a 10 and I saved it to my favorites. And I love you too man. If all of Mankind would love each other for what we are - this world would not be in the state of disarray that it's currently in. Again, Great Job!

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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