poem
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We circle above the ground so high Looking down on humanities plight, Averice and gluttony in which some delight As if in a mad race of an extinction flight, Destroying everything that gets in their way It’s a disgrace to live denying blame But these people know no shame, To interested in material gain And…
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Uplifting and uprising We can be so inspiring As we are all aspiring And conspiring To revising Our life of negative beguiling. We must uplift and unify We must be willing to testify And be willing rectify The self inflicted harm we specialise On inflicting on our lives Denying ourselves paradise In this life and…
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Rising Sun, Brand new day, Different approach To living my way, Feel the warmth on my face Sense nature resplendent grace, Connect with love As well as peace, Find unity with others Through sharing free speech, With everyone that I meet And as the sun’s rays beat down I hear the sound, Of laughter of…
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We have to see the subtle nuances Of the various shades of duality The light and the dark of reality, The potential between you and me To succeed through endeavouring our hardest to achieve, I love the the spiritual belief Of connecting to in conscious reality, That inspires me environmentally And to brings about some…
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Sanctifying grace Within the divine state, Despite the doubts I do recall the thoughts I have And how they enthrall, Is anybody out there Does anybody truly really care, I feel a presence of the angels I wonder if they reveal themselves at all, I revel in the spiritual recall Of the conscious body that’s…
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Glow like a beacon Shine so bright, Your dreams will then More easily take flight, Don’t suppress your feelings Don’t he yourself down, We are inspired more When we let love resound, Through our being, Through our hearts, Setting our self free, Buddha meditated Under a bodhi tree, So we should do the same Find…
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Grey derelict buildings Hooded kids riding bikes, Hanging on the corner Smoking weed As the oap’s sitting by their window, In a home that seems a prison now, In which they never get out. The street light flickers as night sets in The cars race round the streets, Chased by police it’s all a game…
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