True Poetry is Lived

A poem is a state of mind that manifests itself through words. But what is poetry worth if we lack the boldness to make those words manifest through our actions everyday. If every blogger on the planet acted on the beauty of their words, we would live in paradise.

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The Political Activist: Fading Shades of Glory

I fall apart
Faced with reality
Pieces of my past
Cutting through my heart
A million daggers dangling
Like pendulums from strings
I see them sway
A network of  distress
From all across the globe

Jaded from this world
I relinquish all my passions
And move beyond my doubts
Into a barren land
Where souls bedazzled
By their own remorse
Roam in vain between
So many empty causes

In this void of recollection
Time no longer rules
Dimensions skew
Towards dumbfounding heights
Atop a distant hill
That I call home
The universe converges at my doorstep
Clarity like air after the rain
Pervades my inner sadness
And bequeaths
A being so deranged, misunderstood
Misplaced and judged in fault

Along this path I lead my life
In search of hope
In search of truth
In search of love and meaning
Between the fading shades of my flag’s glory
And upon the very land that I called home

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Character: 75/100