Tag Archives: 1997
0151 The Sacred Colors 
White, black, red, yellow. The sacred colors. The people of our world. They are like the colors, Different yet beautiful. Different is good, Love should be blind.
0150 The Gilded Cage 
Take the time to understand, Why we live, And why we exist. What is our purpose, And what is our fate. Each day we live In a gilded cage, Hidden within our world Ignorant of the light That throws shadows … Continue reading
0149 The Difference 
Black or white, What’s the difference? We all look the same Inside ourselves. We fear eternity And hate change.
0148 Some of Us 
Do we really live our lives? Some of us do, And some of us don’t. Some of us take our life by the hand, Throwing ourselves to the wind, Forgetting all bindings That secures us to the ground. Some of … Continue reading
0147 I See a World 
I saw a world where life was free, Where time was no matter. Where death was accepted And love was a daily thing. I saw a world where animals ran Without a care. Free and beautiful, Living without fear. I … Continue reading
0146 Hunger 
Is a life to live, Too much to ask, Of a greedy old man, Lost in his past. You keep me here For your own pleasure, While I cry In the darkness of night.
0145 Horses 
Do you hear Those hooves thunder? Do you see Them flash like lightning? Wild and free, With the wind in their manes, Swift as the wind, That tangles their manes. Sleek and smooth, Like an eagle in the sky. Never … Continue reading
0144 Hate 
Hate is but a shadow of fear, Grinding and clawing us inside out. How can we live with fear? What good comes of hate? Hate is what propelled the most fearsome tyrants, Who, inside, feared what they themselves conquered. Fear … Continue reading
0143 Ask 
Ask of the sacred colors, And what you will see Is the colors of all The major races in the world. Red, black, white and yellow, Tell us who is in this world And who belong.
0142 “fear” 
Author’s note: This poem doesn’t have a specific date because I don’t know when during 1997 it was written. I didn’t write the date down in the journal where this was originally located. Fear. Of being alone, Losing a life … Continue reading