Take a deep breath. Let it out. In that time, A child in this world Died from hunger. Breathe deep. Exhale slowly. In that time, Americans threw out Five tons of food. Like a colossal Grand Canyon, The gap between Rich and poor Takes my breath away.
Category: politics
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breathe
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pillars of strength
The two most powerful forces brought to bear on everything sentient living in our world and beyond are love and freedom. Love has no boundaries and is beyond compare in the cycle of life as it drives both the willing and unwilling to move forward. Freedom is always bound by love and there is little one can do to escape the bonds but to grow stronger with them. For when combined, freedom and love share a power that nothing in the universe could possibly withstand for long. To experience the two, no matter how brief or rare in a lifetime, is to know with certainty that a life is worth living.
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cars on a country road
At 2am, sleep is like a stranger I see on a street in my hometown I recognize her face But before I can ask where I know her from She darts across the lanes of traffic Around a corner And disappears The cars speed by Blocking my path And through the side windows As they pass I see An old friend Charlie Sheen A guy from work I need to talk to The cars keep moving And the light never changes The countdown - 25, 24, 23, 25, 24, 23 I step out anyway And the road is sticky My shoes barely move And the cars keep coming Each one with a familiar occupant A homeless man I saw yesterday My grandkids My daughter's boyfriend Two nuns with a Buddhist monk Lao Tzu and Robin Williams A guy from work I need to talk to He must be circling the block The parade of cars keeps coming I see a slight break in the traffic So I sprint across the street in pursuit But when I round the corner I'm in my back yard With weeds that need pulling I step into my house through the back door And see the cabinets that need painting And my laptop With the emails that need answering There's a knock on the front door The dog barks He hears a noise in the night I realize I've been dreaming With my eyes open to the darkness It's 2:12am Twelve minutes passed Like cars on a country road And in the distance I see her hitch hiking Brake lights glare, hurting my eyes Sleep gets in the back seat And the car speeds off Into the night As I stand along the road Waiting in the dark For the first light of morning
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declaration
There is a feeling that washes over me like a dry wind through the foothills bringing a hint of a distant fire. Independence is a worn ideal based on might and threat, bombs, bursting in air to bring fear. That once distant fire is now ubiquitous, burning in the hearts of the many yet never consuming the desire. Freedom is a tattered belief, held before multinational corporations dealt in the dependence of all for one. There is a feeling that washes over me, that only with change can freedom come like a summer rain that carries no threats. Cooperation is a missing component of many foreign affairs in disarray with the foolish notion of control. The rockets red glare is frightening, making the dog run under the bed and the cat wisely hide in the shadows. Peace is deemed a futile hope unless the thought of war remains in the consciousness of the poor. There is a feeling that washes over me, perhaps bringing the winds of change if we choose to declare Interdependence.
