Constant is the violence we see
daily either on the TV or through
world of mouth. I ask myself when
will the constant change from
violence to peace and love for
Daily Prompt: Constant
A person is like the easel
the canvas sits on. The canvas is
blank until you began to add color
to it. When you first look at someone
you are see a person, as you add color
to the paint, so to you add color to the
person who stands before you. The
addition add to individual’s personality
which brings the pieces together. You
see the person as a whole not just one piece.
That person as a whole with their experiences and
skills bring to the community at large diverse
which allows the painting to alive with color.
I have been loyal to this place,
yet I see no reward for the many
years of being there. I could no
longer stay stagnant to a place
that grow has long be squash under
the tyrant of the higher ups. I could
no longer stay a be spit on by those
who think nothing of me. Just like
they think nothing of the mat they
wipe there feet on. I have left you
to your own device but even that
last day, I gave you the benefit of
a doubt yet you remain silent. How
sad to be tie down by the restriction
of those above but sadder still that
you choose to remain there, danging
on that string because you no longer
have the will the fight.
Mischievous creatures taking tools or having people bruised themselves after long hours at work with machinery. Yet this wasn’t always so at one time they helped mankind with there work but when man became selfish taking all the credit for the work. Those once benevolent creatures became mischievous and sour towards mankind.
Daily Prompt: Gremlins
What is mercy? Can it only given from the rich looking down at the poor. Only given when the world is watching for the greatest of impacts. No anything given with expectation attached is not given from the heart. Nest deep within each of us is the ability to have mercy on our fellow man as we watch reflections ourselves go through the sludge of thoughts forms. Particularly of those who don’t wish to let go of the past and cling to it beyond the bleeding point of their fingers until their only bare bone is showing.
What is loyalty? Is it to the
people you are born into?
Is it the religion you are
taught? What is loyalty?
I was once loyal to the religion
that I was brought up with until
I realize how broke it was. Birth
from a fear of damnation. I was
once loyal to a politic party yet I
discovered quick they took at
grasping at the past and had
forgotten why they were elected.
Yet my loyalty to people still stands,
for it is not just the race I was born into,
although they have my heart as
well but I am loyal to humanity as
a whole. When it comes down to
it we have all have hearts that beats in
Daily Prompt: Loyal
A mist falls over the sight of
those being force to meet
with society’s bottom line.
Force into a mold they
create for you because they
believe that is all that you are
worth. Yet you believe something
different, but for years you are feed
to believe you are not good enough.
Your voice doesn’t matter. A foggy
indifferent begins to fall over you,
as years pass by. You are not at
fault for messages feed to you over
and over but when a fresh wind blows
pushing this dense fog away, showing
you for the first that what is possible.
Now will you step into the fog once more
or will you move towards those possibilities?
Daily Prompt: Foggy