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Rui Rosa Nov 2018
There are those who wear masks to hide,
Those who wear masks to show us what they stand for,
to inspire,
to unite,
to define,
to strike fear,
There are those who wear masks to protect themselves.
And there are those who wear masks to protect us all.
Which mask you wear?
Gemma Davies Sep 2018
We will always come together,
We will always stand and fight.
You can never take our spirit,
You do not have the right.
The more you knock us down,
The more we come back fighting.
The more you try to divide us,
The more we are uniting.

Hate Will Never Win.
My poem was lovingly made into a 'Me to You Bear' video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wdc5G-FxXHc
Carl Webb II Aug 2018
attach wings to the backs
of me and my brethren
instead of whipping truth
from the cracks of our temple.
the preachings from the center
are supposed to release us
but stakes in our chains
run too deeply . . .

and, here I sit,
locked up in captivity
the prison of my self
it was the truth that kept me down . . .
it is the truth that sets me free . . .

and freedom is key . . .
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Write what I remember
Remember why I'm writing
Light what I remember
Remember what needs lighting
Fight what I remember
Remember why I'm fighting
Unite what I remember
Remember what needs uniting
Though I have my doubts about my work, I always remember why I chose to do what I do. And it's not just from me, but from my close family, blood or not.
And you guys here on the HP platform.
Really, I can't thank you guys enough.
I'll remember why I write. I'll remember what to light. I'll remember why I fight. I'll remember to unite.
Thank you all. God bless!
Lyn ***
Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany
     to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children
     (and second oldest heir)

     Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks,
asper his two most controversial publications
     titled The Communist Manifesto,
     and Das Kapital

which political philosophy
     incubating seeds of self destruction didst birth
doctrines of class struggle,
     historical materialism, dearth

of equitable wealth, and inherent
     contradictions of industrial capital
     distributed unevenly
     across avast swath of Earth

thus inviting his perspective
     (conveniently exploited,
     mined, and usurped) advocating
     the working class (proletariat)

     to expedite organized revolutionary action
to topple capitalism and bring about
     socio-economic emancipation,
where wages of sin exchanged for labor bled

fingers to the bone life source, viz proletariat
     till slaving laborer nearly became gratefully dead  
despite being cased in 12 point
     Times New Roman garb, who incessantly fed

insatiably maws of production,
     (no way to get a supportive talking head)
particularly highlighted
     within schema of Capitalism),

     a predominant paradigm
     stratifying society led
to internal tensions engendered
     between bourgeoisie red

dilly controlling means
     of production codified as said
as die a critical approach Marx coined
     as historical materialism,

    where figurative landmines forced one to tread
gingerly, thus above stated philosophy
     would supposedly lead down the road
     where self destruction wrought marriage
     birthing Socialism offspring from shot gun wed

     ding, thus coaxing eventual establishment
of classless communist society meant
to establish free association of producers who spent
exchanging merchandise amidst classless
     campy population hood pitched a tent.
Özcan Sh Mar 2018
Why do I have those feelings in me?
A feeling that I have never felt
A feeling of sadness and being alone
If I miss her more and more
The weaker I feel

She feels the same as me but we know
That we are always in touch
With our hearts
No matter if we are miles
Away or come from other worlds
But we know one that our love
Will reduce the distance between us and
Unite us.
Özcan Sh Mar 2018
You write a message
The message has arrived
It made me cry
A message that reached my heart

I did not give up and kept writing
You did not give up and keep writing

I know that you are alone and I do not want you to be alone but we will unite in our reality and I will try the best to make you the happiest person

No one can put a wall between love, love is the strongest connection that can not be separated.
Lyn-Purcell Feb 2018
I often wondered how it would feel
to be a rain drop.
To fall from the Heavens, onto the Earth.
To wash over everything so they will
come again new.
I often what it would be like as a raindrop
to unite with the hearts of those in pain.
So they know that there cannot be
ill will between us.
Once to often when it rains, I look to the
sky and wonder, "what am I looking for?"
Now, I see...
I must turn my pain to power and
unite with the rain...
It's been raining in my mind beside the sunny days.
Star BG Dec 2017
Lets consciously overpower the old regime.
The ones who took our freedom away
with invisible warfare.

Chemtrails infused with toxins.
Vaccinations filled with metals.
orchestrated news.
with fires and violence being false flags.

Lets consciously take over those in power
who under disguise of good
control and brainwash,
kidnap our minds
use black magic and ritual
and encourage separation.

Lets us use the power of THOUGHT and ACTION
to change things and bring earth back
to its magnificence
and bring peace into the world.

Lets awaken to know we must
win the invisible war against the controlling families
and lies
to align with truth
for freedom now.

Lets welcome our alien neighbors
HERE and in our space to aid
with their wisdom.

IT IS TIME. IT IS TIME.
Learn the truth from internet not the lies infused in news media and print. We have been played and manipulated with invisible toxins and other means of control. Freedom for the human race is now. We are meant to return to our natural state of love with joy peace and abundance. AS GOD INTENDED. We are meant to know that Mother Nature is alive and a gift filled with wisdom.
DaSH the Hopeful Nov 2017
If you look at everything a little sideways

     You would be amazed at the intricate connections between everything in this life.

       **Everything is poetry, just as poetry is everything.
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