Peace is as good as an ipod filled with music on a long car trip
Without violence, people will be happy and the world will be a better place.
Sometimes however, a little force is the answer.
Too much violence is devastating.
So strive to be like Martin Luther King
Who marched to promote peace.
And when the violence heats up, will you keep your cool?
I. 13 ways of looking at love.
Through the night and songs from
Above.
II. Turning the pages of starlight,
Unlocking pictures of his might.
A cunning artist at the sea
From now until immensity
III. A treasure chest to conceal a heart,
So none will ever be apart.
The swing, the waltz, the tango,
Reveals a symbolic rainbow
IV. His eyes are gorgeous,
They set me free;
Across my loving memory
V. Like an ember from the sun’s rays
He sets my hear on fire,
It’s love for burning desire.
There’s not one that betrays.
VI. It’s crazy how one feels,
A passion beyond waving teal.
Roses are red, lavender’s violet.
So it is ultra, the steel is now silent.
VII. It’s ineffable what one would do,
To drown, die, or burn because they
Love you.
IX. It’s worth the crime,
Like Bonnie & Clyde.
If theft could pay,
Would you love me?
X. It doesn’t take a glass of wine,
Or a box of chocolates, or
A clock’s chime.
XI. It’s a charisma you can’t resist.
Like a siren’s song, It is bliss.
XII. Jack and Jill will go up the hill
And then they will fall. Yet they
Wont break any bones cuz they had
Fallen in love.
XIII. Now tis last, the dreams enclosed,
A sacrafice and a sweet love notes.
Through the night, songs from above,
Now you know 13 ways to love.
Hidden faced. Hidden in places behind this mask,
nobody understands my pain so don’t even ask
Or bother because of my mask my father
Doesn’t talk to me or his daughter. I hide
My face because of the laughter, the chatter
The burns my ears from the years of all these tears,
My fears, exist no more they’ve been slammed
Shut and locked behind a door.
A foundation filled with mirages
The steps of the future are decrepit
Fall through with the mistakes made
Turning in different directions
Like a painting with a Picasso setting
A Collage of the past thoughts
Etched into the walls complexion
Try to mirror the foundation
But receive unattainable reflection
The hallways are ongoing
And locked doors open with every lecture
A life lesson learned
in every sector
But taking away with the seepage
From the rotting of the roof
Depleting the blessings
Of the house warming gifts of knowledge
Because of hallucinations embedded
The skeletons inside the closets
Are vexing
Homeowners pay for inspection
Who wants to live in home like this
Vacancy of something so tainted since its inception
Leaves the neighbors so prejudice
Fence in the house from the sidewalk to the alley
So no one ventures to peddle
Near a house filled with a 1000 criminals
We the people ,who do not visit
call prison.