All We’ve Forgotten

We forget the essentials
As we pretend that gratitude
Is a new way to live our life
We forget substance
We forget joy
We forget how it feels
To feel
We numb our minds from the pain
Of a thousand knives and bullets
Aimed at someone else
Our hearts forget to beat
For those we’ve forgotten

We forget the land
We forget the land can heal us
We forget authenticity
We forget to worry about
Monsters under the bed
They reside in our head
We forget to imagine
We forget to look…
For anything
We wait for it…
To load, begin the show
As we deprive ourselves from accomplishment

We forget possibilities
Woven, sewn or whittled
From nothing but a dream
We forget how to knock on a door
We forget what friends are for
We forget that hope is not just a word
Or a bird or another tattoo
For some it is all there is
We forget why we’re here
We forget to care
We forget how it feels to care
About all we’ve forgotten

all we've forgotten

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Chicklets want peace for everyone and everything…

The chicklets would like everyone and all things to live in harmony.  I gently tell them that, for the most part, the human species is incapable of doing that.  They just stare at me and ask, “Why?”  It’s so easy for them to love everyone and everything…to be happy.  They can’t understand why it’s so impossible for others to feel the same way.  So, they are sending their love out to the world, hoping that it makes a difference.  I hope that it makes a difference as well, somewhere, for someone.

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by hitandrun1964

Walls

window to the sky

sometimes
I
feel
trapped
as
if
there’s
no
way
out

all
I
see
are
walls
barriers
that
hold
me
in
place

but
when
I
look
up
I
can
see
the
sky
and
then
I
know
that
freedom
exists
and
is
just
waiting
for
me
to
tear
down
the
walls
I
have
build
with
my
own
hands

This post is a collaboration:

 picture by the talented Paul Militaru

and wonderful poem by Gigi 

Blood Red

beauty

they
were
in
love
but
war
called
his
name
she
told
him
that
love
was
life
and
war
was
not
she
asked
him
to
stay

he
said
that
he
had
to
go

they
fell
into
each
others
arms
for
the
last
time

a
bloody
death
on
the
battle field
was
waiting

when
she
went
back
to
the
spot
where
they
had
said
their
final
goodbye
a
rose
of
love
was
blooming

she
reached
out
and
touched
the
soft
petals

her
heart
broken
but
still
committed
to
peace

 

This post is a collaboration:

gorgeous picture by Paul Militaru

and moving  poem by Gigi 

the other side of the rainbow

“we’ll find a way of forgiving”
is this true
wouldn’t that be beautiful
not to end
in hatred
but to persevere
in love
“somewhere over the rainbow”
because we can’t stay on this side anymore
we learn to cherish

internal not eternal beauty
of children
of people
of humanity
that rainbow keeps looking better
on the other side
green lush, pure blue

conflicts end with handshakes
not burning holes
what color there would be
what a brilliant world we could live in
we’re but one side away
if only

SImon Says Peace

Created last year for a dear blogger friend–Simon Tocclo, a man of action trying to affect genuine change in Liberia. Among his many social platforms, Simon can also be found through his blog, Liberian Me

“We’ll find a way of forgiving,” borrowed from, West Side Story
“Somewhere over the rainbow,” borrowed from, The Wizard of Oz

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she wants the best for us (Artists4Peace)

The girl,

sitting in the grass,

she loves red kites

and sunlight and

a rush of wind

in her hair.

 

She is the soul of the

displaced; do you

feel her there?

She doesn’t want

to hurt us or

intrude upon our world.

Once she lived among us but

chose humbleness instead.

 

She means us no harm,

has no need for our gains.

If you  see her lift your eyes to  hope.

She is fading fast.

“hope that lives on”  artist unknown Image result for the picture Hope that lives on

Heartafire

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we, women

I

me

you

she

child

girl

sister

daughter

woman

lover

mother

we,

women

We, women

we aren’t

the “weaker”

the “fairer”

the “lesser”

we are

the mother

we are

life itself

no man could exist

no boy child would be birthed

without

woman

Take back your power

Take back your control

We, women

we are the teachers

We, women

we are the nurturers

We can make change happen

Take action

Teach responsibility, not blame

Teach love, not hate

Teach peace, not war

Teach equality

Teach your children

both feminine

and masculine

that they are enough

that their lives are their own

and that they alone

can define

who and what they are

that they alone can define

what happiness and love

look like to them

that they can choose not to

continue a cycle of violence

but live instead in peace.

~Melanie Thomason

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