Madness engulfs us,
teetering at the abyss,
we may lose it all –
The tightening noose
is choking our happiness,
how to thrive in this?
If this is a dream
it’s humanity’s nightmare,
we can choose to wake –
Our souls are the gold,
don’t sell them for promises,
we have the free will.
The sky’s the limit,
our blue-sky imaginings
will seed our new dream –
Let’s breathe, take a step,
walk away from the madness,
and never look back.
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The golden leaves fall,
fearing not the decay of
a coming winter.
Death is essential
to the renewal of life –
All will spring again.
If each in nature
can feel this simple rhythm,
so can humans too.
Why do we resist?
Our fears overshadow the
truth of our being.
But the fall leaves know,
they show us that we too will
green the tree anew.
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My heart yearns for more
life unbounded, freedom’s call
a whisper away.
But wishing will not
make it so, a decision
is required now.
Humanity’s mind
captured by someone’s thought form
of a world of slaves.
They do not realize
it’s simply a decision;
when will they wake up?
Leaving me wishful
that deceit will be unmasked,
so it can all change.
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Resonant ringing,
reverberates, repeating,
radiant rippling.
haiku Joy, Susan L Hart | HartInspirations.com
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