Kimbra - Settle Down

 

Good song. Kimbra's voice is nice and her lyrics are very interesting. 

Bright Future

Nature has a way of singing to our souls. Their lyrics lace our lives with its sweet melody. The mountains call to our inner selves. A part of us longs for the freedom that lies at its peak. When we are 
fortunate enough to look over the landscape below we cherish the view. 
 
The clean mountain air nourishes our souls deeply. At the end of a long day we all need to feel like we have accomplished what we set out to do and if we are successful we should rejoice.  
 



Tomorrow is not guaranteed and we should live as happily as we possibly can.  We should always plan for a bright future, because tomorrow just may be bring the answer you have been waiting for. 



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Abandon Myself

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Stooping low to hide behind the bed

Hoping no one can see me

I fear, but I know what will happen

One more time to abandon myself

One more time to separate myself from this terror

I know later I will forget

I will go on like nothing happened

I can go outside and play

At night I know I will cry

I wake up crying, but in the morning I can go to school

I have to believe that everything will be okay

I can push the bad thoughts away

I try to think of all the fun stuff I want to do

I dread going home to listen to the fighting

Everyone is always upset.

All I hear is the screaming, and these painful memories resound in my head

I cover my ears and pretend not to hear

I am terrified someone will hurt each other or me

I can’t watch the violence anymore

(Written by Amy E. McCoy 11-8-06)

Still Primitive Beasts

Thoughts elude me as I recognize the numb within. I care not to ponder yet still seek something more. To what end do we exist, a topic I will no doubt ponder for years as I have for many years still.

My mind is restless and my thoughts formless no shape, no design, blank, void, Do the cosmos offer any clue? I shall think do. Man may never unlock the stars; do we know too little, and can comprehend the like.
All strive for knowledge, understanding, and more ways to approach the hypothesis.

Once we thought that the earth being the center of the universe, now believes the sun is the center. No doubt we may revise that theory as well.

Of all the advancements we still are brutal, primitive beasts that grow strength in the senseless slaughter of each other.

I do not advocate the wholesale slaughter of innocents, but I see very few innocent. I find no established government or officials’ innocent. It is the laborers broken back that support this corrupted system.

I weep not for the politicians’ or wealthy men. I weep for the hungry, beaten, and downtrodden. It is they that are directly affected. The rich buy freedom while the poor must fight for it. The human condition is a sad one.

We call ourselves civilized, but we have not changed our biology remains the same. Fear the educated for they deliberated cause strife. The ignorant know not what they do; the repercussions can be deadly and infinite. This forethought is unbeknownst to them. They retaliate as animals would and can only be pitied.

It is the educated men that strike a man down with a pen – that is what we call civilized. They do not need to shot and bleed a man physically. To crush an enemy’s hope is far greater than to crush his body. It pains me to see such abusive behavior. The blatant twisted force of power to enslave the masses disgusts me. Men do what fancies them and to hell with the rest. They do not care fro the others that suffer for their sake.

I weep for the long-suffering and meek, but I tire of carrying this burden. My resolve becomes weak at times yet my lineage is strong. 

Once my ancestors ruled over nations, owned lands in the mother country, fought many epic battles for freedom, but now I am left with none of their privileges, I am like one of the peasants they once ruled. 

How I was born out of era, too soon or too late I am uncertain. Many matters pain me intolerably. I find myself utterly misplaced in the shuffle.

(Written by Amy E. McCoy 1-23-06)


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Words Heal

 

I am dedicating this post to poetry that I have written during a tumultuous time in my life. I grew a lot as a person over a long period of time. I had so much soul searching to do.

My journey began in a place of dysfunction surrounded by a horde of barbarians. I grew to be a cautious observer.

The goal of this post is to possibly help someone who has also felt the same way. If you read through all the poetry I have written you will definitely see a pattern. I feel like I was put on this earth to help as many down trodden and lost souls as possible...and I don't mean that in a religious sense either.

You can comment on any post at any time from anywhere! 

I would be very happy to hear from you. 

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