The sound of the blast was bad Buried beneath all the rubble The burning skin was worse Then the pain from hunger No family left anymore No more tears to cry I want it all to end Death please Take me Now
The sound of the blast was bad Buried beneath all the rubble The burning skin was worse Then the pain from hunger No family left anymore No more tears to cry I want it all to end Death please Take me Now
Pain arrives to visit once moreThe unwelcome guestThat won’t stay away from my door I do my best to keep him at bayBut each time gets worseWith another long, aggravated stay
The cold wind blows on the back of neck Sending a shiver down my spine The lone piper plays Flowers of the Forest As I stand in the crematorium garden, Knowing I have lost everything that was mine. The colour of the sky is a murky shade of grey The colour of my heart …
You said I did not give all of me to you. You were right; I kept some of me in reserve. The reserve was an island to escape to in the event of separation. I made the mistake of relenting and giving you all of me. When the hurt of separation came, it thundered down …
“One word Frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.” Sophocles
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the …
“Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.” Eckhart Tolle
After so long an absence At last we meet again: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give us pain? The tree of life has been shaken, And but few of us linger now, Like the Prophet’s two or three berries In the top of the uttermost bough. We cordially greet each other …
I am a living being just like you.” PETA.ORG.UK
I hid the love within my heart, And lit the laughter in my eyes, That when we meet he may not know My love that never dies. But sometimes when he dreams at night Of fragrant forests green and dim, It may be that my love crept out And brought the dream to him. And …
They say the world is round, and yet I often think it square, So many little hurts we get From corners here and there. But one great truth in life I’ve found, While journeying to the West- The only folks who really wound Are those we love the best. The man you thoroughly despise …
“Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.” Rumi
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