Stand

We each play our rant in a soulful debate

But my soul feels empty when it's full of hate

Say we'll slam issues down

All I've done is poetry slap around

Say the world aint fair with less love and more war

Sit for felled forests, what do we stand for?

All the echoes said words from deep my head

Letters wrote from a dreary soft sleepless bed

Up-made words and downplayed strife

Trying to fulfil some purpose in life

With sharp words and actions like a butter knife

Making biggest waves with naught but tears still cried

Nautical dreams where I wish I died

Racking up guilt like thunderstorms

Dear up in the sky you know all to well

How hard we've tried.

Tomorrow may come but I can't stand a difference made

Defined by which of the rants is replayed

Trade knowledge for wisdom try to understand

Yet no matter how strong I promise to stand

Without faith I sink in the sea

Will I see more the wind or You in front of me?

Paris and the Whole World Today

     The word is grieving today. It is horrific. Today seven different attacks on civilians occurred in Paris, murdering over 120 people. Ending the lives of over 120 random people off the streets. Their lives are over.

     Bystanders describe dead people everywhere. Hostages were taken and retrieved, but ow many of them lost friends and family or watched the slaughter of fellow concert-goers.
     Thoughts and prayers are being sent from all over the world for victim's loved ones.
     There is a horrible wave of sadness every time you think of how '120' is so much more than a number.

     To see the world through someone else's eyes.

     There are reasons why people are praying for Paris, and there are reasons why everyone is praying for the world.

     Over 120 pairs of eyes closed today in the massacre in Paris, and many in Mexico which experienced a hurricane, and Lebanon and Bhagdad which experienced violence. Every day in every land eyes close one last time there are people around the world crying right now, wishing they could see them just one last time.

     The next time you look into someone's, anyone's eyes, think about what they see in your eyes. Even if you cannot smile. Carry a better world inside you and let it come out in your eyes; make it a reality through your words and actions. 

     Be not afraid to believe in a better world, a more peaceful world, for the world's reaction have proved that there are so many who deserve it.

     The world is grieving together today.

Update:

For anyone who would like to read it, The Telegraph is posting updates on this page:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/france/11995541/Paris-terror-attacks-isil-suspects-arrests-victims-live.html 

January Baby

I was born into a cold world in January in Canada.

It was a cold day and not matter how wind turned and what motions it went through the wind was stuck feeling cold.

The wind howled in the cold and I screamed because it was so cold compared to the womb where I had once belonged. 

No matter how cold the world in which you were born, 

And forgetting what we have learned to tell ourselves we are

We all began in warmth,

We all began with love.

If you are born into a world without kindness, make some. Create kindness,

They say it is because it's where we were born

We learn to say that it is what we learned

And maybe it is.

But no matter how cold a world

Love makes your heart melt

And empathy lets it burn.

Let it give you your spark.

To this day I have cold hands and I'd swear a cold heart.

But I would swear wrong.

Sometimes my hands are cold

And they do cold things,

But the heart is never cold, we need only to let it beat.

Accept the beat no matter how it hurts.

My head can stay cool but I want warm hands and heart more than anything.

The rhythm of the heart. The pattern of kindness.

Sometimes what you feel is not who you are,

Because emotions are not always personality.

The world is a little off and turns an a special tilt

That is good enough reason for me to follow the because although January missed September and both loved and hated April,

through every season the wind knows only one way: forward.

We are born into a cold world and we are not the sun,

But we have the ability to bring warmth and create kindness.

Although we may feel cold it's never too late to build our fire

And take eachother hand in hand by the hand we will keep eachother warm.