Peace: a free verse poem

[TheWhiteRabbit]

We try to see our future life

In the image of what we feel to be perfection

Though rose-colored glasses we work and we try.

Finding we only see through two eyes

We cannot watch everyones actions.

We see sometimes only what we wish.

Sometimes we see benevolent actions.

Some malevolent tendancies we dont get a chance to see.

 

Working with the best in comraderie

We seek to bring or lifes work, our goals to fruition.

Finding the flaw, that humanity is not precise it slows us down.

For our errors are not as easiliy corrected as they are made.

Twords the barrenness and the corrupt we epoch,

dragging the world's brightest and finest.

 

Compassion came to save the masses.

Though a little too late it did.

The blur between the compassionate and the powerful

Was not seen till it was too late.

The mechanation of humanity twords the (evil) goal of

power of the individual was never understood.

Mandkinds heart and mind blinded by its self-created money.

Traded the rest of life and light for its own green.

 

Pain and anguish the entire race felt.

It could not save anything for it feared

it would be without money.

It found itself with no trees, no animals, no plants and no food.

It could not change fast enough because money was the only goal.

Too bad it could not eat money!

In the end the peace came.

The slumber of their own making.

The eons wasted... In the end it was a peace.

A peace of their own making.

Edited August 16, 2011 by TheWhiteRabbit

[Marblehead]

Compassion came to save the masses.

Though a little too late it did.

 

It's never too late. The game is never over. How many times I gotta' tell Y'all that? Hehehe.

 

Well, at least the end brought peace even though they missed out on the contentment. Oh well.

[TheWhiteRabbit]

It's never too late. The game is never over. How many times I gotta' tell Y'all that? Hehehe.

 

Well, at least the end brought peace even though they missed out on the contentment. Oh well.

 

We havnt heard any fat lady yet! lol

[Marblehead]

We havnt heard any fat lady yet! lol

 

I laughed.

 

I thought of using that but refused to use it as it has become so corny to me after hearing it as much as I have.

[TheWhiteRabbit]

I laughed.

 

I thought of using that but refused to use it as it has become so corny to me after hearing it as much as I have.

 

Yes cliches are viral displays of easily communicated and spread information. Mass communication is often cliched or riddled with cliches. Maybe we dont like cliches because they are kind of "empty".

 

Maybe instead of being ugly bags of mostly water we are just a bag of nuts...

 

[Marblehead]

Maybe instead of being ugly bags of mostly water we are just a bag of nuts...

 

Good for the squirrel! That guy deserved (hehehe) what he got.

 

There is another ad, can't remember what product, that works that same theme.

 

Yeah, you know how I feel about emptiness. Hehehe.

[TheWhiteRabbit]

Good for the squirrel! That guy deserved (hehehe) what he got.

 

There is another ad, can't remember what product, that works that same theme.

 

Yeah, you know how I feel about emptiness. Hehehe.

 

Lol thank you Marblehead. Having some time to meditate on this and creatively expressing this has finally made me realize I am focusing too much energy on this. Or I was? So, just like some other things I am going to kick it like cold turkey. Just like any addictive habit I just need to avoid thinking about or talking about like subjects.

 

Ah feeling better. Its like a big weight lifted off of me.

[Marblehead]

Lol thank you Marblehead. Having some time to meditate on this and creatively expressing this has finally made me realize I am focusing too much energy on this. Or I was? So, just like some other things I am going to kick it like cold turkey. Just like any addictive habit I just need to avoid thinking about or talking about like subjects.

 

Ah feeling better. Its like a big weight lifted off of me.

 

Interesting. I think that many people actually cause themselves depression by worrying about things that shouldn't be worried about. I mean, what does it matter if everything is emptiness or fullness (as I hold to)? We still have our freakin' life to live. We won't get paid any more at work if we agree with either side.

 

Reminded me of my philosophy about problems.

 

But to your poem, Yeah, peace will come to all of us. No more worries. Hey, no more worrying about how we should breathe because we ain't gonna' breathe. Just peace. (Even if we missed out on the contentment. Had to include that, you know. Hehehe.)