What has happened to the beauty in the world? The soft spoken words and the continuous smiles on the faces of the children? Where are all the hopes and the dreams and the desires? Not illusions of grandeur, but the simple joy that is brought in the hope of a tomorrow which has not yet failed to be? Bring the beauty back to my life of a slow laugh, a soft rain or a beautiful song. Bring to me the love of another, the desire of a heart and the hope of a promise that tomorrow life will be mine.

And just for a minute
there is silence;
suspending the tension's
thick fog
in the air.
Though peace is left only
in memory's grasp,
and comfort
is left wanting,
still for a moment I
can enjoy
the calm.
How long has it been
since I last inhaled?
Was it when I traded
dream for dream?

Musings

We fight so hard for the complacency of a bureaucratic democracy. But what happens when the institution fails us?



Wound in my soul are the gutter marks of insanity.



Is there a limit to human suffering or peace?



I worry about the darkness in the world, forgetting that others have tasted it.



Can you love without caring?



Perhaps my tears are not for sadness or discomfort...perhaps my tears are my heart's desire to reach out and feel something more.



It is not the idea of foreign agents that worries me. It's the neighboring heart.



What is it about the human heart that sighs for contentment but ribs at its mark?

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