

Beautiful Blue EyesBeautiful Blue Eyes What do you see? A world of distrust And insecurities? Your mind is abstract Formed just like mine The world so ignorant to Our sublime kind Beautiful Blue Eyes Take a breath with me Exhale and let your worries Blow away into the deep Let positivityBeautiful Blue Eyes
Run through your veins Dont let the powers of evil
Drown you with sorrow and pain
Beautiful Blue Eyes Life is a wonderful thing Open your heart up
Listen to the Universe sing The transcendent which is outside Of our knowledge


LeprechaunI found this little leprechaun He was hiding in the woods He looked at me and blinked his eyes And very proudly stood His stature was of a strong man One that would never bow to defeat His hands held compassion Many stories were written on his feet The validity of his strength Had been achieved through war War of life, of loss, a dark childhood And a scorned little boy There was a defined distinction in these eyes That I caught as one twinkled at me If my assessment was accurate He was in search of his fairy One that he could trustLeprechaun
That had


Human ExterminationDark skin Sorrowful eyes Faces full of hopelessness and morose Stripped of clothing, dignity and worth Human rights taken Thrown out like yesterdays trash Bodies frail from malnutritionHuman Extermination
Heads shaved and body odor fills the air Tattooed with numbers Branded like animals before being butchered The symbol they used to wear with pride That held conventional significance
They are made to wear with shame Its representation now speaks loudly that
Their skin, hair and eyes are too dark Their noses too prominent
Their existence dismissible


Stench of FreedomI feel like the world is staring at me Like Ive met it for the first time face-to-face So much is expected More than I can give The fear of failure sets limits on whatStench of Freedom
I dare acquire to accomplish A transformation has taken place Larger than words can explain I stretched from the inside out My cocoon slowly ripped open
And I was able to breathe again Freely
Broken, bruised, my wings so weathered Barely a glimmer left in my eye A tear trickles down my cheek As I try to redefine what was lost
I am naked, ashamed
A choice was mi
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life is what you make it
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Moderator of the club kryptonian-fan [link]
Heroism feels and never reasons and is therefore always right.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Peace, Love & Blessings,
Nisi
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