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War :The Horror of This World

Originally posted on WhisperedWords:

Is it a dream that in the future the term war would only be found in history classes or maybe a word where the meaning would have found in a dictionary. However, since the beginning of time war has seemed a feature event of human life and hence the bloody wars that fill our books of history. Nevertheless we haven’t seemed   have learned little from our tragic past and peace is starting  to look extinct, that’s if it ever existed. Media so often seeks to determine who is wrong and define  the baddy  from the goody, because  Hollywood films  have led us to believe  there is always  a good vs evil battle. However, there sometimes is no good.

What is the Cause of Such Man Made Disasters?

Wars seemed to be so often disguised around religion. I understand that different religions can  develop great disagreements .However, would it be not…

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The Hunted Herd of the Unheard

Morning’s expectant of happiness
Afternoons where the flowers bloom with tender rain drops
Evenings were we never remember regrets
For we truly lived too our best
A night of peace and rejoice, where pain or hurt are words
We have not heard
For I and you, him and her,
Ponder in the wonderment of happy herd
This a Wishful dream in the hunters world.

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To Mother On Mothers Day

Originally posted on WhisperedWords:

Mother who’s always near
Apologies in advance.
Of a son seeking you
With a cry for mammies love.

As chubby cheeked child
Well-fed yet nourished with much more.
Hug me; hug me?
You did; Always did…

Now for me nights of sleep are often amiss
Fears internal, make one wishful of mams ‘’goodnight’’.
People preach of similarities in you and me
Maybe dreams can come true.

On bitter days
I look back for warmth
For Smiles and laughs
To our jiggles and giggles.

You ignited my imagination by fairy tales
For of Humpty I knew well
But to me dumpty never fell
Gift of yours was the beauty of a gentle lie.

Days like these
I wish a little more
To time travel
Into a missing happiness.

Oh Mother on Mother’s day
The Mind of mine muses
Over the kindest jewel
Missing you today like every other day.

Tears tis…

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To Mother On Mothers Day

Mother who’s always near
Apologies in advance.
Of a son seeking you
With a cry for mammies love.

As chubby cheeked child
Well-fed yet nourished with much more.
Hug me; hug me?
You did; Always did…

Now for me nights of sleep are often amiss
Fears internal, make one wishful of mams ‘’goodnight’’.
People preach of similarities in you and me
Maybe dreams can come true.

On bitter days
I look back for warmth
For Smiles and laughs
To our jiggles and giggles.

You ignited my imagination by fairy tales
For of Humpty I knew well
But to me dumpty never fell
Gift of yours was the beauty of a gentle lie.

Days like these
I wish a little more
To time travel
Into a missing happiness.

Oh Mother on Mother’s day
The Mind of mine muses
Over the kindest jewel
Missing you today like every other day.

Tears tis true do dry away
But lust for lost love shall forever stay.

Jurys of Mistaken Judgement

Oh World of Wonder
Once home to people’s ponder
Where the host’s trust was a lust
On the Islands of love, the home of sinless doves
United by the fire of our one heart,
Today, quenched by our hero’s tears.

Science redefines a Land of man
A balanced world stolen by the climbers of a pyramids
Strategies for success create conflicts in nature’s nest
Souls searched for light,
Saviour from the horrors of a life so dim
Surrounded by daggers, now belief has taken flight.

Echoes of Sin on the paths of the lost
Shouting soulless wishes from bloody throats
Trust so quickly sold for a win.
Happiness redefined
As civilisation now searches for a $mile
Society locked by chains as microscopic scissors trims creativity .

Now a mapped race of life
In once nurturing world
Forgive us whom are lost
We can reignite
Don’t give in, don’t fight.
Hope we, you and me, can see.

Mistaken, souls haven’t been lost
Just drawn down a dark sugar coated red brick road
Where sins be sold by demons and foes.
Free the thoughts of innocence
See the forgiveness of gentleness
Softness captures even the mightiest might.

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