The smell of true comfortIs just an imagination amongst usThe children of self imprisonment.The meaning of life;Is only a crazy theory that was paintedWithout a direction of action.We hide behind our devices of deception,Torn are our man-made hopesEveryday like nothing but a series of pain.We can agree with ourselves to drainAll the self blame.Time is…
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Bound Dancing. by The Given Heart
I smile in my open prisonI muse hard for a short timeThen I smile again.Thought intertwines asCorpus callosum shakes softly,I smile in chains.I have to free my soulAs my oppressors happy without knowledgeOf the better; I smile for the later.
Just Breathe. by The Given Heart
When the pressure comesLike a stampede of refusing what your nose is nodding to,When life seems so heavyAs you try to exist among the living crewWhen you start feeling sleepyWhen you are not supposed to. Remember the momentsThat made today.Smile and appreciateRotating the pure airIn and out; slowly. Appreciating starts when you inhale,Conquering begins when…
Who Is To Blame? by The Given Heart
They told us we will be starsI never imagined those in our sky,Emerged from within us as scars.These children we see today,We were once like them.Let’s keep them safe so they won’t be astray.Risk is what they breathe inLike smoke from an unprincipled flame.Caring starts with one person.
Touched (Refined) by The Given Heart
I have sensed;the depressing plus torturing.I have been awakened;by the welcoming plus charming. Amongst each community;that I have reached,Songs of peace echo in pretense;The unattended with none to tackle,Sense aimlessly around; to those using the sickle.I am traumatized. I see the handicapped;The heart inside me,Flip to and fro;Magma is poured into my mouth. On wheelchairs;They…
