Post by Fume Ikaku on Dec 29, 2009 1:58:37 GMT -5
Many Faces
(this was written for an anti-racism poetry contest)
A smile to your face
and to your back, malice.
All the deceiving words put to waste,
with a single Hating wish.
Somewhere in the mask,
we loose all legitimate feelings,
and in our ignorance we bask.
Somehow we feel that we've hit the ceiling
Because in a community
A single person can have so many faces
in order to keep a feigned tranquility
Overtime, we lost all sincerity of equality changes.
Life is still in black and white
as long as we're looking only with our eyes
we will always end up being color blind
Distracted by all the two face lies
Maybe if all our misconceptions were erased
and we all decided to instead look with our hearts,
all of the sincere expressions wouldn't be misplaced
and a single person wouldn't be shown in parts.
But unitl we teach our children
that its okay to look past specific lines
they follow us like chick lings do a mother hen
And so of progress there will be no signs
Because "I have a dream"
we shouldn't just speak,
but rather believe.
Maybe if we did, our love wouldn't be so meek.
Memories of a Pacifist
(written for a peace week poetry contest)
"We don't have to sort this out violently,"
Pleading with you, said she.
Looking back now, I'm sure you'll see
That she saw the best in everything.
Still we're desperately learning to cry,
Already mourning those who will insensibly die.
Refusing to utter hello instead of goodbye.
Still like a bull, all you had was red in your sight,
As you threw her to the ground, she begged still not to fight-
Softly pleading, even at its height,
Though you didn't then, now you know she's right.
Still we're desperately learning to cry,
Already mourning those who will insensibly die.
Refusing to utter hello instead of goodbye.
The Power Struggle wouldn't begin
If we all just admitted to committing the Sin.
Just tell me if we can let the pacifist win;
Opening up, to let the logic in.
Still we're desperately learning to cry,
Already mourning those who will insensibly die.
Refusing to utter hello instead of goodbye.
Maybe if all were willing to bend,
The one pleading wouldn't be dead.
The hearts once beating wouldn't sink like lead.
We could look at a beginning and not just see an end.
It's never too late to finally try,
To set your ambitions toward the sky;
And ask the world around you, "why"?
There will be more later- I have a whole book.
(this was written for an anti-racism poetry contest)
A smile to your face
and to your back, malice.
All the deceiving words put to waste,
with a single Hating wish.
Somewhere in the mask,
we loose all legitimate feelings,
and in our ignorance we bask.
Somehow we feel that we've hit the ceiling
Because in a community
A single person can have so many faces
in order to keep a feigned tranquility
Overtime, we lost all sincerity of equality changes.
Life is still in black and white
as long as we're looking only with our eyes
we will always end up being color blind
Distracted by all the two face lies
Maybe if all our misconceptions were erased
and we all decided to instead look with our hearts,
all of the sincere expressions wouldn't be misplaced
and a single person wouldn't be shown in parts.
But unitl we teach our children
that its okay to look past specific lines
they follow us like chick lings do a mother hen
And so of progress there will be no signs
Because "I have a dream"
we shouldn't just speak,
but rather believe.
Maybe if we did, our love wouldn't be so meek.
Memories of a Pacifist
(written for a peace week poetry contest)
"We don't have to sort this out violently,"
Pleading with you, said she.
Looking back now, I'm sure you'll see
That she saw the best in everything.
Still we're desperately learning to cry,
Already mourning those who will insensibly die.
Refusing to utter hello instead of goodbye.
Still like a bull, all you had was red in your sight,
As you threw her to the ground, she begged still not to fight-
Softly pleading, even at its height,
Though you didn't then, now you know she's right.
Still we're desperately learning to cry,
Already mourning those who will insensibly die.
Refusing to utter hello instead of goodbye.
The Power Struggle wouldn't begin
If we all just admitted to committing the Sin.
Just tell me if we can let the pacifist win;
Opening up, to let the logic in.
Still we're desperately learning to cry,
Already mourning those who will insensibly die.
Refusing to utter hello instead of goodbye.
Maybe if all were willing to bend,
The one pleading wouldn't be dead.
The hearts once beating wouldn't sink like lead.
We could look at a beginning and not just see an end.
It's never too late to finally try,
To set your ambitions toward the sky;
And ask the world around you, "why"?
There will be more later- I have a whole book.
