My Word!!!

A plea ascends, a whispered cry, “God help us now, beneath this sky.” Chains bind us tight, a heavy toll, How to break free and save the soul? Insanity’s breath, a chilling breeze, Whispers of madness through the trees. This world, a whirlwind, wild and vast, Some claim they hold the answers fast. “How?!” we implore, a desperate plea, Adrift together on a troubled sea. I’ll own my ignorance, the gaps I see, But truth is veiled, for you and me. The all-knowing sage, a dangerous guise, A blind man’s lesson, teaching eyes. Misunderstood, the silence stings, Yet wisdom’s voice, a blessing sings. But no one knows it all, the truth’s embrace, A chasm yawns ‘twixt arrogance and grace. Can faith reside with open heart and hand, Acceptance bloom in this divided land? Kindness, a fear, a hesitant step, “A threat concealed?” the wary kept. Is empathy lost to self-defense, A barricade against all offense? “Nothing is new,” the proverb drones, But darkness festers, rattling bones. Drugs and weapons...

You claim that in my thoughts reside the flaw, But who bestowed upon you, judge’s crown and law? To dictate truths, to mold me to your desired form, And leave my own convictions weathering the storm? You freely preach, your gospel loud, your doctrines clear, Yet when I voice dissent, a pariah, filled with fear? You practice faith, unburdened by the critic’s sting, But label my divergence, a terrible, dark thing. Don’t you perceive the twisted threads, the tangled lie? If disagreement warrants scorn, then tell me why You seek to sculpt my being, to reflect your light, If my inherent difference fills you with such blight? Confused, I stand, before this self-erected throne, Judged for the thoughts that blossom, uniquely my own. You crave a world unburdened by judgmental eyes, Yet cast the first stone, shrouded in righteous guise. If echoes ring, and what you sow returns to you, How can you demand an open, accepting view, While barricading your own mind, a fortress strong and tall, Excludi...

It’s a battle everyday, A silent skirmish in the soul, Where hope and fear hold equal sway, And stories weave a painful The fight for life, a constant hum, A heartbeat pushing against the tide, Against the doubts that overrun, The whispers that you want to hide. Each sunrise is a victory won, A breath inhaled, a chance to bloom, Despite the shadows, newly spun, That threaten to engulf the room. So arm yourself with strength and grace, And meet the challenge, face to face, For in this battle, find your place, And claim the solace of its embrace.

In the heart, a restless quest, For something just beyond, put to the test. What are we searching for, with eager hand, Across the shifting dunes of desert sand? Happiness, a fleeting butterfly, That lands a moment, then takes to the sky. We chase its wings, a shimmer in the sun, But grasp at shadows, ’til the day is done. Wealth, a towering mountain, cold and steep, That lures us upward, while our worries creep. We gather stones, and build a mighty hoard, But find the emptiness, that gold afford. Health, a fragile bloom, we tend with care, A precious gift, beyond all compare. We fight the shadows, fear the withering blight, And pray for strength, to see another light. God, a distant echo, in the soul’s deep core, A yearning upward, wanting to explore. We reach for answers, in the vast unknown, And seek connection, to be less alone. Do we even know, the truth we seek to find? Or are we lost, with visions in our mind? Perhaps the journey, is the truest prize, To search and wonder, benea...

The world a canvas, splashed with varying hues, Each shade a viewpoint, held with strong reviews. I see your colors, understand their blend, Yet mine remain, a truth I will defend. Am I wrong to differ, to stand on solid ground? Can I declare you wrong, without a single sound Of empathy or bridge to meet halfway? Perhaps the judging heart is led astray. My roots run deep, beliefs I hold so dear, And to those tenets, I will persevere. But difference needn’t breed a bitter scorn, No reason to despise the day you were born. We need not clasp hands, nor share a common meal, No forced affection, nothing to conceal. Let respect blossom, a fragile, tender shoot, Acknowledging worth, though standing far apart, to boot. It would be pleasant, a harmony so sweet, If melodies of thought could gently meet. But friction’s fire often flares and burns, And bridges crumble where contention earns. So let the arguments fade into the air, Let’s seek the echoes of the things we share. For in the weave of h...

A symphony of joy, a vibrant art, More than all else, it holds my beating heart. I seek it out, a treasure to unfold, A precious gem, more valuable than gold. Often I need it, when shadows start to creep, A sunbeam breaking through a slumbering sleep. A blessing sent, a gift from up above, A wave of lightness, carried by a dove. It lifts my spirit, heals a wounded soul, And makes me feel exquisitely whole. I share it freely, with an open hand, A generous offering across the land. The merest sound, a chuckle light and free, Ignites a spark of pure felicity. Since birth I’ve known its comforting embrace, A smile’s sweet solace on a tiny face. No earthly price can measure its true worth, More precious far than diamonds of the earth. My family loves it, a bond we all embrace, And friends find solace in its happy grace. Each soul I meet, with hardly an exception, Is drawn to laughter’s gentle, warm reflection. Though mine’s a passion, burning ever bright, For many others, it still brings th...