Glooming Days

This gloom, its come again.
See it laughs at us, and loves our state.
oh look, there, this gloom.

it stays

Its hazy now,with unheard cries
Silence, from that day gone by
Strange, make a note, this gloom

it stays
 

And everyone deserves:

• to have a bed to call their own
• to have a door to privacy
• to have someone to dearly love
• to have freedom to wear what they want
• to have a friend they can call at 4 am
• to be able to cook when they want to
• to be sexually expressive
• to walk looking up at the sky
• to carry anything anywhere
• to leave when they want to
• to feel secure
• to play in the park
• to not being frisked at every nook and corner
• to feel healthy
• to a good nights sleep
• to look themselves
• to express themselves without inhibitions
• to dance in the rain
• to say 'No, Thank you!'
• their sunshine
• to close others out
• to feel liberated

Then, spiritual freedom will be free for all, and not limited to a few.

May be - like animals...

Feel like walking away from everything. Sudden urge to just fall out of every responsibility taken, every commitment made, every relationship mended, any thats broken. 

Just walk out and leave behind a world built on strength of charecter, honesty, trust and emotions. Even writing all this sounds utter nonsense, and I just feel like tearing everything off like a paper into several bits and pieces. 

Anger, frustration - for what? For whom? The unindentified, and the unknown. 

Care for less, care for nothing else - Be careless! For once realise that there is no power in 'one' Understand that One cant make a difference, it only happened in history. And even if  'one' can, then the other 'one' has ALL the luck 'one' needs to survive in this world, and make THE difference! Otherwise, on normal days, for normal people 'One' really cant do much. 

Walking out of the virtual world, and life I have created. Atleast I ll try to stay away for...not sure if i can complete this sentence. Things of the future, are anyays out of 'one's' hands.

 

Little Things - Julia A. F. Carney

Little drops of water,
little grains of sand,
make the mighty ocean
and the beauteous land.

And the little moments,
humble though they may be,
make the mighty ages
of eternity.

Little deeds of kindness,
little words of love,
make our earth an Eden,
like the heaven above.

So our little errors
lead the soul away,
from the paths of virtue
into sin to stray.

Little seeds of mercy
sown by youthful hands,
grow to bless the nations
far in heathen lands.

:) one of the poems i sing very often. If not for Google, I would have taken me loong to figure who penned it down.