4 Poems I'll Share With You

Storms come like shadows,
Quietly and deceptively, not showing their true selves until the event arrives.

Like the smile crawling into a warm bed,
That is quickly erased by the realization that you are there alone.
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Folds and curves, roundness of symmetry.
A clear cut with no unnecessary measure.

Eyes burning into every soul and drowning,
Drowning them in a sea of green.

A youthful release of energy,
Joining life and all with great pleasure.

A voice like church bells sounding,Love never spoken, love never seen.
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Who are we if not brothers?
My ideas are not yours.
Your life is not my own
Differences kinship can not atone.

We were all once Roman, but times pass.
Now the world divided by the looking glass.
Wars rage and governments drone
We show our true selves in combat alone.

Weak and animalistic.
We are drawn to fight for what cause?
Divided we are standing
Standing against peace and prosperity for all.

Together great things can be done.
But fighting we find ourselves again.
Why not peace everlasting?
Because we are brothers as Cane and Abel.

But we are bound together
Not by birth or by blood.
We are bound by out mutual fate on this earth.
Who are we if not brothers?
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To find such levity is to be grossed beyond comprehension.

But to reap such rewards,
Is to the finest powers.

How is it that we come to such a place in life
Where to do nothing is to gain all?

Is it men that fall?
Or Man?

Why is it that we lower the moral standard of ourselves?
Is it sympathy or merely apathy?

But can I lower myself?
For a moment of pleasure?
Even if it means perpetuating this downward spiral?

Is that not how we got here in the first place?

Every day begins and every day ends with choices.
But for whom do I make these choices?
Myself or for others?

Who gains?

This is life,
And sacrifices need to be made.
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