ZEN'S GARDEN

[Maharg67]

I AM

 

I am

because

I am!

What other

reason could

there be?

 

GGP

Edited January 31, 2012 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

ESTRANGEMENT

 

Estranged,

Sibling from sibling,

Child from parent,

Fragmentation of family,

A loss of love,

A loss of hope,

It happens too often,

and now it has happened

to my family!

It has happened

to me!

 

GGP

Edited January 31, 2012 by Maharg67

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[Maharg67]

WATCHING THE GRASS GROW

 

I sat watching the grass grow

knowing full well

that even if I was not there

the grass would still grow.

[Deleted54170User]

Moved...

to make room for Graham's ideal's.

[Deleted54170User]

Moved...

To make room for Graham's Ideal's.

[SubjectProphet]

You see someone on the streets, though you ignore them. But you fail to understand one thing. You may not know his name, you may think he's a stranger, but he's your family. A brother, someone who needs help. Offering to lend a hand is not just a small act of kindness, but a great deed to boast your reputation.

 

 

 

There are people on the outside world who would have you believe that you're leaders are mad. Controlling you. But in truth, every leader will control you. They go hungry for power, and until they get it, they want you're full attention.

[SubjectProphet]

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

 

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

 

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

 

by Shel Silverstein

 

 

 

Yes I do realize that that was a copied poem from another person, though I have no skills in poetry. I listen when I'm tought, write when I'm told, but can never get it right.

[LordWushin]

I am great

I am powerful

Filling vast, endless space

 

My far reaching hand

Pulls the mightiest

Restraining the "great"

 

I am power

Although I am weak

I always win in the end

 

??? Answer Anyone ???