thoughts out loud

The beginning. The world is dark. Slowly there is light and light and life. Sign in to see full entry.

Time moves a boy to a young man A young man to an old man An old man to dust Dust to history ****************** Father time is not a friend You've bent an old man Against his younger self You've turned a happy child To a worried adult fighting for bread Sign in to see full entry.

Should I feed a man who starves Be a friend to a man without a friend Give hope to a man lost in despair Give a child a reason to smile Should I do all that I can to be human To humanity Sign in to see full entry.

What is history but a mystery unfold- ed for all to see Sign in to see full entry.

Metaphors are not mine I rent them for a time to speak my mind Similes are used sometimes because I like and they are not as dramatic as personification Sign in to see full entry.

Do you remember when I fell Did you tell the world That I am a man and not a god That heaven was not my place of birth That I am a part of this earth as any man Could you be my enemy More than you are my friend Where will it end, your need to destroy me Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes I believe that the world has gone mad. We are fighting wars without knowing why. We are fighting brother against brother. Blood is shed. Brother does not know why he is killing brother. Someone somewhere has the answer and the answer is usually not to the benefit of those who are fighting.... Sign in to see full entry.

Was society built for Man or Man built for society Was Time once a friend of Man then turned hostile because of a wrong done to him Was life intended to be tough or was some key lost over the years Was beauty intended to enslave or did we seek to enslave ourselves with it Was joy taken away or did... Sign in to see full entry.

What eyes have I seen That showed love What minds Have yearned for peace What hearts have broken At the pain of a child What city stood up For a single citizen What light shone To guide a lost man home What love gave hope To a man drunk with despair...none We are all lost All turned our backs... Sign in to see full entry.

The greatest words are left unspoken. The greatest deeds are left undone. Sign in to see full entry.