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A Morning's Contemplation.

Updated on March 21, 2012

Troubled I was

words flying at fevered pace

seeking refuge in the night

searching my soul for cause

seeking grace

ironic as I found

no law broken in the night

but words barbed in their intent

ill-considered though they be

leave on lips a tange

a feeling that all is not well.

but kicking the dust man out my window

does little to aid matters

so close my eyes I did

with prejudice disregarded.

I woke rested,

but unable to settle myself

I considered the matter as it was presented before

Yet in my unease I find

that letting the feeling follow me

might in reflection

leave more of the same at my door.

So brushing it off

I donned my cloak

seeing this day

in lying possiblities

lying over and over till I considered it right

in eyes that I did not have before.

Sometimes we only see it as lying

because our hearts covet

the reality that we hold as truth

not willing to grasp the fact

that the opposite is the truth as well

not our truth as we covet it

but a truth that would change how we see the day

and perhaps then how we continue in it

until a day comes

when the lies are truth

then the old truth is seen as a lie we believed

for lack of a better.

Negative is easier to hold to then positive.

Are we so cynical in our thought

to say that the world be evil

and we make our bed the best we can amongst it?

Could life not be good

with a nasty sickness at its middle

the voices of men

who see the negativity of the masses

as power for those who know

that negativity is slavery.

Something is driving the sickness

and it shouldn't be you.

it closes off options

and shows us a nightmare

that our senses of self preservation

will forswear our chances our chances

shackled to the fear that hope is lost

is this the world you want?

what shall you do then

believe and act

nothing else will do

lie to yourself if you must

but act as though its true

and you will see

when the musket fire clears

that the world you bleed for is yours

so believe and act

believe and act


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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      Thank you, you make me blush. Thanks for the read.

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      b. Malin 5 years ago

      It's been a Long Time since I've visited your Hubs Jaggedfrost. What a strong, powerful, Hub your have written, I'm so glad I stopped by to read this Treasure..."The World you Bleed for is Believe and Act, Believe and Act. I give my Vote of UP to this Poem.

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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      Your beautiful spirit always brightens the poem you come and read. Thank you for stopping by.

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      acaetnna 5 years ago from Guildford

      Your words and sensitivity are always so completely awesome.