Peace

Peace, a lie you wish to belief,

that ship will sink,

the coming storm has no mercy,

 

a fire spreads, indiscriminate,

nothing can withstand that heat,

the ground will crack, you will break,

 

blown, here it comes to do so,

take cover, its gust you will suffer,

and be buried under once it leaves.

 

 

Left to mend those wounds,

what future was there has past,

a body and a mind,  can they ever

be put back together again?

 

These eyes, do you not see?

all this pain and misery?

silent and alone is my brand,

scorched into the flesh from birth, 

 

These hands, tremble and shake,

I am wide awake, this is not a dream,

my life has become my death,

what else is there left but peace?

 

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Illusions

We seek things, we get them briefly, but the world is catastrophic, nature and humans destroy and do it loudly and harshly. It is the temp of a life course - up/down, peace briefly in between the heartaches. Gods were created to sooth and to celebrate, they ease the pains of life and ever present death. - allets -

 


 

 

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Peace and conflict are a part

Peace and conflict are a part of the same whole. Peace like darkness is always taken away by the light. Nothing is always filled with something.