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Today is a great day for all of you, no matter when you were born. I am a Leo, being born at 11:50 pm on July 31, 1969. So believe me when I say, you will do great things today and in the future. The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades!

dark hours of the world
in the hands of the decadent
immoral and unprincipled

terrorism knows no God
so they say: then why claim
in the name of Islam?

and, why do we lay passive
witnessing the death and tortures
of the non warmongers
and the innocent?

did they deserve to die
just because they embrace peace?
they are students for pete's sake

learning about life, love, kindness
have you seen them hurt anyone?

have they spit on your face
and have you condemned?

no!. their only fault is that
they stand for what they believe in
to love God and their fellow man

they are Christian..
peace loving and deserving
to live as human.

I grieve, I am in a rage
for my tired heart
and weary mind can't understand

the question is: must we do nothing?

Some people search for that loves dream,
love is definitely not a players game,
whilst others do their best to scheme,
why break others hearts its a shame,

Some people deliberately set out to hurt,
whether its physical or emotional,
treating others like dirt,
everything has to be confrontational,

Some people don't want to know,
hiding behind their veiled photos pane,
all their words are just for show,
nothing to look for, nothing to gain,

Some people are genuine and true,
they have proper feelings and emotions,
these people are the ones that feel loves due,
given the chance will have loves devotions.

Manipulating people's minds,
contemplating this despised
profiteering.
Engineering
people to believe the lies

that flood their vision everyday,
telling them that they should stay
within the lines
the rich define.
But I refuse to live this way.

I won't bow down to paper bills,
which only wealthy pockets fill.
'Cause I'm afraid,
while they get paid,
the rest of us get poorer still.

Like a Lonely solder wondering through the desret, as the strong ones mesmerizs the week never knowing of the pain, slowing stealing a way his soul, longing for the time and before his fathers wars, and the making of the chains and the machines that steal a way his dreams. like the rain that will not fall untill the love flows through his veins like a wispering river backwards.

"Hey Jack, Take a look at this picture."
"What's wrong with it?"
"she's smoking a cigarette."
Her profile says she quit in 13." Oh
ya. Sure; then why is it in her mouth?"
"She's striking a pose like Madonna.
Oh ya and what about the bottle of wine in her hand"?
That's tnot a bottle of wine. Its a bottle of Jameson Irish dusky."
"Bet she's having a drink on Patrick's day.
One drink probably or she would be raising the
Bottle from her back on the floor. '
"Jack you always see the brotherly love story of people."
Cause I live in Pittsburg and you live in: LA."
Two different cities."
U think she's an angel in disguise"?
"Yes I do."

Why?
Because my world was crumbling,
a world of black smoke filled skies
balconies fluttering with old grey laundry,
embedded with bomb dust
shredded by shrapnel.
For shame,
abandoned by the dead and the dying.

There is no peace,
no unbroken sleep,
no scattered stars with milky moon
drifting softly over dreamers,
with an ear for the howling dog
the wailing cat,
or whimpering infant.

There was no peace,
so I pressed some silver
into a palm,
to cross a line
between some sand
and the good earth,
warm, quiet, inviting.
Just one more journey,
one more sleep,
then the darkness
of peace.

As I sit day dreaming, I've often wonder, how much anguish must be endure for HUMAN-kind to realize simple mistakes? "Mistakes" fueled from night time calculating, mistakes made to fan the flames of day time perpetrating! Mistakes that are preconceived from a capricious moment. When will HUMAN-kind accept the inalienable right of another to realize a dream, or a grasp at success, or an ideal of love! What those who plan these mistakes fail to perceive is that the greatest weapon of all HUMAN-KIND is HOPE! There is hope in every individual that life will be all that it can be, I know, because without a doubt, there's still hope in me!....

I had just turned sixty, when it all began.
It descended like a rainfall and
progressed to out of hand
I started getting help

to keep up house and chores
Do ashes, dust and
Sometimes mopping Flores.
It was all so very nice
Until she said, once or twice
"I just love it when I
See you drinking Water"
And "Here let me help you
Put your clippies on."
Just like a two year old.
She thought I fit the mold.
She was only seeing numbers,
Not my state of mind
Or even flow of speech.

Youth is wasted on the young,
they treat it like some foul smelling dung.
Instead of embracing their moment in time,
they play computer games, it's such a crime.

Back in my youth, we would be out all day,
cycling, climbing, among the fray.
Playing games, usually with a ball,
cricket, soccer, we played them all.

But nowadays it's on a screen,
shut up in rooms, and never seen.
No sunshine, upon their faces,
never exploring, exciting places.

In my day, life was real,
action games, seeking the thrill.
Falling out of trees, and grazing knees,
life in my day was one big wheeze.