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So You Look


You look at me and see that I am free No longer polluted by your chaos and disease- In remaining pure I feel secure These eyes that speak a million truths The suffering revealed is the final proof There is no denying humanity is crying Sliding into self destruction A Spiritual combustion Take heed how we are in need Of something different something new The hatred is red black and blue Open wide the heart inside See how things have gone awry Hear the children dying as they lay crying Take a deep breath and take the next step Stop the complaining And stop the whining Make the change needed And help those who are mistreated Pick up the pieces and the broken bones It’s time we all were headed back peacefully home. “Thy Kingdom Come Thy Will be Done on earth, in the lands, the dying seas, the incurable disease, the melting caps, the heating sun, the raping earth, as it is in the Heavens.” Amen! Photo: Sun Breaking Through, Azarel
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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwiener
I think the last stanza of this poem is the most powerful, because you tell the reader that the only way to create change for the better is to take the first step, otherwise the world will continue to be exactly as it is.

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