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The moon is my soul mate,

for we are all alone.



Groping, moaning-

and casting stones;



Into heartache and the insurmountable void;



The global pond cascades;



into woe.

Do trees weep?



Do they weep when you burn them?



Screaming in pain,



writhing in agony,



their world at it's end.





Do trees bleed?



Do trees bleed when you cut them?



Their insides gushing,



their veins pulsing,



their roots filled with tears.





Do they weep then?



Do they bleed?



Do you hear their screams?



Do you feel their pain as you rip at their bark?



Do you feel their aches as you rip out their heart?







Do trees have a mother?



Do trees weep when they see her die?



Do trees have brothers and sisters? Fathers,aunts or uncles?



Do trees remember? Do they remember all their kin?



Do their memories remain? On the fields of battle where victims lay;



-long after all is gone?



Dead forests filled with memories floating listlessly in the air;



without a care, you kill a memory and it's voice falls silent from within.



The last sound you hear is a thud, was that their screams?





Do trees have a voice?



Did you hear their voices plummeting into the dark?



Did you hear them scream?



If trees could speak, what would they say?



What would they say to you?



What would they say to us?



Could you bare the truth?



The truth of wisdom so profound?



The truth that grips your soul around,



makes you think when you don't want to,



makes your mind expand it's size;



If you could hear the cries of the universe,



would you acknowledge it's cries?

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LunaMaxwell
05:33 Jun 25 2010

i love this....it's great

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I weep;

let's weep together,

my friend in ether,

my friend throughout;

...-surrounding.





To touch a heart;

where hearts may roam-

and touch my own;

weeping tears-

...in the sky.





Becoming a sanctuary;

for all those tears,

...-forgotten;

all those broken hearts,

...-nearby;

searching for a friend like me.

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bloodtoashes
18:18 Jun 14 2010

this is really good.

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1.

Too many lives were lost today/

too many more will follow/

but a buck was made.







2.

A snow topped mountain/

is a mountain no more/

it's a hole without coal.







3.

The laws/

with double standards/

make justice weep.







4.

Will the last of humanity;

in their impunity,

erect a grave?







5.

As children die off yonder/

the profit seeking man/

unknowingly kills his own.







6.

The countless dead are counted/

the countless living are discounted/

the sham is sold.





7.

The sky rains ashes/

as the tides come in/

painting distant landscapes blind.

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bloodtoashes
18:18 Jun 14 2010

i like the imagery and how the words flow together.

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I was told that those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it. If so, then our history classes must be rather thin. - Apocapus

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Cycles, endless cycles and nothing new,

I hold this true; - every year holds an idea but nothing new.



Old ideas are dusted off, sprinkled with a flare;

perhaps reinvented and improved, but nothing new.

The Cycle of new ideas has ended; - this is true.



Inventors old, in their graves are shrugging;

trying for the times, to give a new idea to these

wasted minds; -nothing new, and this is true.



The newest movies, were from last century;

new actors, new roles but nothing new;

...-and this is true.



New products re-released and polished, always re-stocked but never unmade. Nothing truly new is being made.



Things we've never knew, new concepts, new ideas; things that make the mind explode, the infinite possibilities; ...-No longer so.



What happened to new ideas, to the future they foretold? Was the vision simply stifled or was it

simply something more?



Brilliant Ideas from the past, lie ignored.

Untouched for centuries in museums gathering dust? Where's the must? Wheres the brilliant mind to re-shape those?



Did they come when the path to new ideas was already closed? To stop the better alternatives from being known?



The utter audacity, the vulgar disrespect.

That we should need to expect a flow of mundane boring filth before our eyes.



Non Ideas in a world without them.



A world without ideas, a world without a clue, how important ideas truly are; to whom? To me and you, to whoever; we all need a glimpse of hope.



To a world that could be better, could be cleaner;

could be our own.

1.



I cannot express the rage I feel;

my caring heart, besieged.

how can I see the beauty in life?

...-With eyes consumed with tears.





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2.



A million drops,

a million grams,

forever.



a bleak future nears;

heartlessly.

Without a heart's prayer,

time continues on;

-into listless pain.





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I once knew beauty,

where did it go?

The foolish ideals,

the hope;

the songs that made my heart beat.



They are no more;

my heart still beats,

but filled with empty,

filled with pity,

filled with disgust,

the feelings of despair.



Perpetuating the world's hatred through my breast. Cascading a waterfall of pain upon my head, pain I never wished to know.



I buried my ideals at it's base, an epitaph held true:

"Here lies my faith in humanity,vanquished-

may humanity follow soon."



I see no future;

my heart is numb;

to a cruel world,

-I never wished to know.

I stake no virtue, my heart ill mopes.

regarding issues of importance, we need no votes.



We need to march;



We need to chant;



take the future in our hands.





There's no tomorrow, no time to waste,

yesterday has been forgotten,

...let us march.



We are not slaves;



Let us march,



heads held high, carrying picket signs.

...- Or not, we are human beings united;



Our voices riot, are hearts in sync.



Let us march to the future;



-and destroy greed.





The past is paved with tears, let us build a bridge;

...-let us cross that bridge together, holding hands, forsaking fears.

Let us sail a ship; a silver ship called hope,

......-to where our spirits need a lift, to shine a light upon us all ,

a shining beacon lit.

Let us march;



Let us cross an ocean, an ocean of despair; to never drown in oppression,

let us fly free in open air.



Let us march,



let us chant,



let us move forward;



let us march forward forever.

I walked into the bank.-Head held high;

prepared to make a statement.



Waiting behind the velvet rope,- I mope.

-exhausting patience.



Waiting for the old to finish counting and the bold to step up.

In a daze, I begin to sleep walk. - Entering another world.



The ceiling turns to sky.- Tranquil lullabies;

beaming sounds assault my cranium and I find I'm in the clouds.

-Dancing;



I awake with constant nagging; badgering in my ear:

"It's your turn buddy, get your butt over there."



I step up to the counter, stare at the cashier;

My mouth wide open,Screaming!

"I wish to withdraw some oxygen!"



Then I leave.

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TheArtistRose
21:40 Jun 04 2010

LMAO!!! that was so funny. you sound like you've been writing poems for a long time. very nice!

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I spoke up and a lost an eye. Is that the cost of an eye?



I spoke up and lost my leg. Is justice worth a person's leg?



I spoke up and I lost an arm. But arms are taken every day so I do not mind.



I spoke up and they took my mouth. I'll write a letter to another country so they will speak for me.



Till so many body parts litter the street that tourists will have no choice but to speak.



Will they take their limbs as well?



How much Justice can three tons of limbs buy?







-I wrote this in honor of Emily Henochowicz.

The girl who lost her left eye for standing up to Israel.

Let's dance,

there's no tomorrow.



Let's dance-

and forget our pain.



Let's dance,

to escape our sorrow.



Let's dance-

and dance again.



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Let's sing,

instead of cry



Let's sing,

our lives good-bye.



Let's sing,

our final breaths



The world has ended,

lets sing and dance.

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WaitsForTheMoon
22:27 Jun 03 2010

I like this..sad

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