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Quirky Quartets: Marching On

Let’s kick start Wonderful Wednesday with a Quirky Quartet!

Marching On

Her right, my right
His right, my right,
Finally we’re banded and bonded together,
In this fight for what’s right.

SJ

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The Struggle Within

Hey guys,

I hope you’re all doing great and things are going well. I was actually planning on laying low for a while, the writing hasn’t been flowing as much as I’d like it to. But something I read today just set something off within, and I wasn’t able to process what I read to the full emotional extent that I’m usually capable of, because that’s how bamboozled and flabbergasted I was. None the less, here we go, less talking, more poetry. Have a good weekend everyone.

The Struggle Within

I don’t know I don’t know,
I can’t take their screams
anymore.
Their hollowed eyes,
Searching hallowed skies,
For some sort of reprieve,
Some reprise,
Why can’t I stand to see,
The reality of the world,
That crowds me.
Why is it so hard to breathe?
So stifling…so suffocating
In an atmosphere filled with
lies?
Sickly sweet,
An odor ever permeating,
Ever enduring,
Forever imprinting,
The sweetest of lies,
Sugar coating the bitterest
of lies.
Blinding us to the ugliest
of truths,
Blinding us to the ultimate
truth,
That resides within us all…
The beast…the ugly beast,
Of hatred, of envy,
Of power, of greed,
Of lust, of evil,
That slumbers within
us all.
That greets violence and death,
As old friends,
And warrants peace, love and
coexistence,
As mortal enemies.
How do we preach?
About good and evil,
Lies and truth,
When we are our biggest
contradiction?
How do we talk about war
and peace?
And scream and screech about
unity,
When we refuse to address
and acknowledge
Those unknown faces,
Sitting right beside us,
And would rather pass judgment,
And place them in labeled boxes
That read race, gender…
Personality and sexuality?
How do we fix the world’s problems?
If we can’t fix the flaws within?

21 Gun Salute

Hey peepz!

I hope you all are doing great and life is treating you well, if not hang in there, things will look up. I can’t wrap my mind around all these things I’ve been hearing on the news these days. I mean honestly, what is going on in the world these days? Shootings, bombings? So many innocent lives, gone in the blink of an eye…and for what? This isn’t a game where once a life is lost you wait for 20 minutes and the person gets to re-start from wherever they left off. Life is far too precious & these days it seems to be a limited time offer, despite our medical advancements. Value each other, cherish each other and most importantly learn to love each other, it’s far better than spreading unnecessary hate. The world can do with less hatred and more kindness. Even a small smile, could potentially brighten a day. It’s always the small things that matter, always! Well take care of yourselves and hit me up with comments in that lil’ section following the poem. Cheers & have a great weekend!

21 Gun Salute

When all that remains,
Are the shadows,
Of you from yesterday.
Forever etched,
Eternally engraved…
A statue, a monument,
A testament, a statement,
Will you forever stand tall,
Even when the shadows,
And impending apocalypse
Of hatred, violence and
misjudgment,
Eclipses us all.
A beacon,
A shooting star,
We all wish upon,
The guiding light will you
be.
That leads us through the
darkest of hours,
And the grimmest of days.
And as you lay to rest,
To slumber away,
In a sleep so peaceful,
So deep, so sweet,
So devoid of the pain, anger
and anxiety
The world burdened your
shoulders with.
A sleep detached,
From the rain of tears,
Deaf to the heartbreaking
wails of goodbye,
As you make your final way,
On to bigger journeys,
And better days.
While all you leave behind,
In your wake,
Along these empty streets,
And boulevard of broken
dreams,
Are memories,
Of the strength of your love,
And the cheer in your laughter,
That spun every topsy-turvy
misery filled day,
In to a better and hopeful day.
Of the kindness in your eyes,
That brought solace,
To those of us broken hearted,
And despairing over the unfair
hand,
Life, fate and destiny,
Keep dealing us everyday.
May you be freed of the chains,
Of hatred, envy and judgment,
That bound and tethered you,
To a world,
That would rather break you
down,
And tear you asunder,
Rather than embrace you,
For all that sets you apart,
All that makes you unique,
Yet makes you the integral
key to humanity.
For without you,
There is no love, no peace,
Nor harmony.
For despite what sets us apart,
We are all key pieces,
To a puzzle far bigger,
grander and greater,
Than the eye can see.
For you don’t exist without
me,
And I?
I cease to exist without you.

Pariah

Well who said there’s a shortage of words? All you need is me spewing a few every other day :D. Apparently the Faktoree is in overproduction mode, so I guess make hay while the sun shines?

Pariah

Hanging around the corners,
Hearing whispers of
‘Stranger,’ ‘Freak,’ ‘Weirdo,’
All around you,
Being the one that countless,
fingers point to,
With sniggers lining your way,
As you walk on by.
Where it’s always been you,
Against the world,
Or at least so it seems,
On most days.
The outcast, the rebel,
That loser, that poser,
The bully, the bullied,
The labels, they never stop.
Whatever happened to just being
human?
Whatever happened,
To that once sacred notion,
Of being unique and different,
Yet being the same under it all?
Whatever happened to diversity?
Whatever happened to being
stronger together?
Whatever happened to sticking up
for each other?
Whatever happened to strength,
Integrity and character?
Did we just let our morals,
Bleed out like mere casualties,
To an unknown and unseen war?
Whatever happened,
To never judging a book by it’s
cover?
How did we let it get so far?
How did we let it get out of hand?
Why is it easier to point fingers
at each other,
And not ourselves?
At this merry mess,
We’ve all been part of,
And hell, we even created?
Why is the outsider the outcast?
The newcomer,
Not given a chance,
Nor one you consider,
Worth a glance?
We talk about building a better
world,
A better future,
With resonating phrases,
And inspiring words.
But what’s your word worth,
To that outsider,
That you deemed and damned,
As one that never belonged?
The one you ever so graciously,
Tagged on the title of a non-conformer,
And dismissed,
Without even a second glance?
Remember all those times,
And all those countless faces,
Because sooner or later,
We all become our own outsiders,
We all become the very ones,
we condemn,
And tie down,
With our countless chains,
Aspiring and fighting to break free,
From these shackles of hate
and judgment,
Until our very last breath,
Until we finally spread our wings
and fly.

Connection

It’s all we want,
It’s all we yearn for,
It’s all we look for,
And wish to possess.
Reveling through the highs,
Drowning through the lows,
Searching…looking for signs,
Looking for answers,
To age old questions,
Of purpose, of will,
Of destiny,
And pre-ordained fate.
Why are we here?
Who are we?
Who are you to me?
And I to you?
Why do I see your face,
When I close my eyes?
Why do the sound,
Of wuthering winds,
And calming gentle breezes,
Remind me of your hearty laughs,
Your mischievous and carefree will,
And benevolent whispers?
Do you feel what I do?
Do you see what I do?
Yet…
Why do we try to see,
And analyze,
All that we don’t share,
All that makes us different?
The differences set our
distances.
Allows us to be our
own lost strangers.
Lost in our own loneliness,
When all we really want,
Is that thread that binds,
The strength that joins,
And breaks down,
All these man-made walls,
And,
That connection that bonds,
Me to You.

The above image belongs to My Life In A Pyramid