Are you my biggest fan when the world is against me?
Can I turn to you for clarity when the questions become consuming?
Did you know that when I’ve sought after you, it was never for fornication
but for an escape from mediocrity?
Your memories are your pillows, and they are the theatre to your nightmares,
I cuddle up behind you while you reminisce for what is mere minutes
but feels like an eternity. My only intent is to bend you in ways so
uncomfortable that you’d one day wake up to self-realizations and have no choice but to remember only me…
No religion basically believes that material progress alone is sufficient for humankind. All religions believe in forces beyond material progress. All agree that it is very important and worthwhile to make a strong effort to serve human society.
To do this, it is important that we understand each other. In the past, due to narrow-mindedness and other factors, there has sometimes been discord between religious groups. This should not happen again. If we look deeply into the value of a religion in the context of the worldwide situation, we can easily transcend these unfortunate happenings. For, there are many areas of common ground on which we can have harmony. Let us just be side by side- helping, respecting, and understanding each other – in common effort to serve humankind. The aim of human society must be the compassionate betterment of human beings.
We are now going through a period of demolition. In morals, in social life, in politics, in medicine, and in religion there is a universal upturning of foundations. But the day of reconstruction seems to be looming, and now the grand question is: Are there any sure and universal principles that will evolve a harmonious system in which we shall all agree?
I cried this time;
The fight was real this time
The end feels real this time
Can’t help but wonder how we lasted all this time
But no sense in trying to recount time
Because we can’t bring back time.
Worst part of it all
Is we’ve spent a days time
Ending months of a relationship built and refined through time
Over a pastime that matters less than the 9..8..7
Experiences before you and I became you and I…
I’ve lost, failed and all.
Is it too late this time?
I don’t know…
This poem was featured on a website 3 years ago…one of the first that I posted on my hacked blog “Write and Prosper”. Still love it. Not just because of the message, but because of the way I wrote it. I wanted people to really take time to read the words in, so I put them together.