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Some of my poems

The face of humanity is bruised and aching, but who are we to blame? We raise the hand and strike the skin. It´s us who creates our pain.

A thousand years pass and we increase knowledge. Yet, we can´t learn joy and peace. We open our hearts and open our minds, but this only frees the beast.

Take all your words and choke them down if the actions don´t match as well. So often we reach out and grasp for heaven, only to feel the flames of hell.
Down on the corners of every little street, in every little town, the prophets and the fools are each crying out. But no one hears a sound.

The hearts and minds of all who pass are like cages without keys: too enslaved by their own thoughts to even hear each others pleas.

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