Put all those memories away

This hurt that you've been holding in: so very deep inside
Is keeping you from going out into the newness that's outside
And those tears that keep on falling down: splashing everywhere
Are echoing every secret your heart has never been able to share.

So weep now if you're needing to and let it out what's hurting you
It's not healthy to keep this all inside; believe me: this is true
Enough with all that worrying about what others may have to say
You are in need of all your freedom dear so put those memories away

Hang on then to what is helpful and not on to what was the painful past
Once was sufficient to have suffered such don't let that suffering last
You are so worth your life of freedom and don't need that hurtful recall
It only keeps you hostage to that painful time when you were small.

So weep now if you're needing to and let it out what's hurting you
It's not healthy to keep this all inside; believe me: this is true
Enough with all that worrying about what others may have to say
You are in need of all your freedom dear so put those memories away

Many will have you keep inside that time when you were small and hurt
But what value would you find inside those moments you felt like dirt
Enough for you was that painful time enough that period of trauma
You need not submit yourself again only to awaken you heart to drama

So weep now if you're needing to and let it out what's hurting you
It's not healthy to keep this all inside; believe me: this is true
Enough with all that worrying about what others may have to say
You are in need of all your freedom dear so put those memories away

The Angels

Gentle are the whispers, with which the angels like to speak.
They touch us in our spirits, with a wisdom that's unique.
Mystically they are present, in everything that we  do.
Whenever we are uncertain, angels point to what is true.

Angels are those guardians, who surround us with their shields.
They gather fruits and flowers from our multi cultured fields.
Watching over our actions, with the most pure and immortal light:
Angels guard our thinking, and  help make everything alright.

Without an invitation, the angels respond before we call
They carry away the heartache of the great and of the small.
Singing with a sweetness they seek to soothe the broken one
The angels are our companions and their work is never done.

Peace is waiting to be found

The whole entire universe has been knit together as one
Yet we spend so much time trying to make this come undone
We were never meant for fighting or for warring here or there
Our hearts were made for loving and our souls were made for care

There is so much need for harmony in this world of ours today
There's  need for some solutions there's got to be a better way
What's going on with all of our thinking that we end up in a war
Something needs to be changed if its peace that we're hoping for.

All across our nations there is a struggle for the ultimate power
We keep on plotting and we're planning for that one triumphant hour
Yet whispering behind our endeavors and echoing deep inside the air
Peace is waiting to be found by those who'll finally let go and share.

We are all brothers and sisters

We are all brothers and sisters every one of us near and far
It doesn't matter our skin color; doesn't matter who we are:
We all have inside us the same Spirit that helps us breathe
So let us be kind and loving and do nothing to deceive.

Every one of us is a being with a soul that should be free
We should never try to  destroy it or to deny one liberty
We should strive to be ambassadors of every soul upon this earth
Insuring freedom and rightful dignity for every person from ones birth

We are all brothers and sister so I'm repeating it once again?
It doesn't matter about our preferences or the color of our skin
We should always strive to be loving and  cordial to all we meet
Whether we're in another country or with our neighbor down the street.

The end of time in rhyme

The winds they roared and  raised up a fuss
All the clouds they fought and began to cuss
Every tree was bending and the vegetation too
A storm was brewing readying to pass on through

All the earth was silent  and the showers they fell
There was no one around as far as I could tell
Like a mighty battle that was starting to roar
The Heavens were shouting "great things are in store"

The universe was waiting with great expectancy
Like a mother giving birth: it was waiting to see
What was this  sound that kept on winding around
All the stars of the sky were touching  the ground.

How somber the tone as  the world looked up
The greatest of all stars was seen  so close up
Twas the beginning of the end and the ending was near
For flames like a stream were in the  atmosphere

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The universe has been weeping

The universe has been weeping, her heart is wounded sore
Many of her precious children will see the light no more
We've become a world of fighting: where too many hold the gun
The universe is slowly dying: just look at what we've begun

There once was a peaceful sharing and a gracious harmony
People were then more caring and supportive of being free
But now we've tasted of violence and fighting fills our mind
We've put down our olive branches: war bills have been signed.

When will the day of caring become our most celebrated day?
When will the moment come when we can put our weapons away?
Is this just a fantasized reality that exists only in my poetic soul?
Or is it reasonable to think that non violence will be everyone's goal?